Every morning I visit the meadow where the pleasant summer flowers grow Daisies with their 🌼 sunshine faces🌞 Poppies with paper petals A meadow full of papr dolls dancing in the middle 👩🏼🦳
Just last fall they had fallen asleep and I began to weep But with their promise “We have saved a pocket full of seed” With faith I believed And their promise came true!
Once again – A meadow full of paper dolls – Dance in the breeze 👱🏼♀️
Daddy, Where did I get that name? Only daddies are there when you need love, a hug when you have fallen, bruised and harmed Where did you go when I
needed you most? I have painted a picture in my mind, searching in everyone to replace you, but none I have found At your grave many letters I have read, but only silence is heard
Daddy You Are Dead! But now I must confess Litttle did I know there was one that Carried me when I slipped and fell, losing my way, when the battle was too strong for me to fight Carrying me over troubled waters when you were unable He is the one I turn to when I cry ‘
“He is my potter and I am his clay” * So daddy I must bury your few lingering remains along with my pain And say goodbye, to do your best I know you tried
Now I have found a new Daddy My surrogate Father is his Name!
He plants cool shade and tender rain, And seed and bud of days to be, And years that fade and flush again, He plants the glory of the plain, He plants the forest’s heritage, The harvest of a coming age, The joy that unborn eyes shall see, These things he plants who plants a tree.
Excerpt from the ‘Heart of the Tree’ by Henry Cuyler Bunner
Words by Rachel Carson In recognition of her book ‘Silent Spring’ (1962) bringing awareness of environmental issues destroying our earth!
What would it be like to walk out on a spring morning with a silent sky and seas void of life? And only quietness?
A very long time ago the earth was free, each flower and tree in their simplicity The birds in flight the seas teeming with life The flow of streams watering creation with living grass, soil and clay But it didn’t stay that way!
And began to decay A feud in the great surge of existence screaming to be freed and
set at liberty!
But what does this mean for you and I? Like ropes of sand sometimes it seems beyond our efforts as we see creatures destroyed Can we really say “Happy Earth Day” as it cries for help laboring in birth pains waiting to be saved? But we are not forgotten in this mystery hard to understand! For into His hands much stronger we stand
Artist Harry Anderson – Mary and the Ressurected Lord
The first to peer in the empty tomb, swiftly she ran in the early morning. There was a stillness as she paused, then hurried on only to see in disbelief the stone that had hidden her Lord was rolled away. And as she stooped down looking into the tomb
to her surprise, two angels in white sat, one at the head and one at the foot where Jesus had laid. Saying “He is not here he is risen from the dead, just as he had said” “Why are you weeping Mary?” “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where he is” She replied!
She turned around thinking the gardner spoke as she heard the name “Mary” and she said “Teacher” and worshipped at his feet. Then running to his friends with the good news of the empty tomb!
May we be a ‘Mary Magdalene’ sharing the good news with those who grieve – Of loved ones gone – Who one day will hear the call “ARISE”- Just as OUR LORD has risen on this EASTER DAY! ➕
Are we the only ones that have lived in shame in our abuse, agony and pain? Why did it happen? Why did we not stop the cruel acts? Did the threats intimidate us?
“But we have been abused” we cry our bodies and minds we took on as our fault the sins of the perpetrator has eaten away at our hearts our dark secrets haunt us at night, our pillows drenched with tears, having taken the burden upon ourselves but it is just too heavy to bear In self reproach, beating our backs with a whip, trying ever trying to pay the price As if we are stripped of the things of this earth ready to die – – – – –
There once was a Man who who experienced this pain as we in humiliation and scourging he hung upon a tree His robe torn from his body his loincloth removed a spectacle to the world despised
In disgrace, his garments bickerd with tainted money 1Beatened with a rod with cuts and abrasions a crown of thorns pressing
upon his head, nails driven through the palms of his hands one day becomings scars for us Becoming an advocate for women and children in their violence
our appetites and passions he has born tempted of the devil denying himself bread given to prayer instead tasting bitter wine, spewing it from his mouth giving us power over our addictions
of the needle and bottle
The cry of the mob “Crucify Him” as he hung upon the cross Crying “Father forgive them for they know not what they do” giving us the desire to forgive our assassins and demons too
Desolate and forlorn when his followers fled he understands when we are left alone In all of these things he was stripped and given to death only to rise again that his sons and daughters may live
Good Friday Evening ~ On The Eve Of Our Lord’s Crucifiction ~
Easter Passion week
. . . Joseph had taken His body
And laid it in his own new tomb . . .
Jesus gave a loud cry and breathed his last . . . At that moment the earth shook , the rocks split apart . . . but Jesus laid quietly in his tomb of a broken heart!!
As the sun begins to set, the Creator of heaven and earth honors His Day of rest!
On the first day of creation God created light On the second day He created air in a great expanse On day three plants and trees
He made lights in the heavens on day four And creatures in the sky and waters on day five AND the Sixth Day Created Man and Beast Resting on day seven declaring it good
When man sinned he gave his body and blood to save the condemned
During this Holy Week let not this Day between death and life be forgotten!
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