He entered the Temple where He had taught simple stories people could understand!
There is a story told long ago, in an ancient land
of a village set on a hill. The sun was setting and shadows gathering, with light streaming
from the windows of a house full of laughter.
Ten young virgins are sewing their gowns of silk and lace, for there is a wedding procession about to take place. There is excitement, for the bride is waiting for her groom. The night is far spent, and weary they all fall asleep. At midnight there is heard a cry,
waking abruptly smoothing their gowns
and plaiting their hair, they rush out the
door, their lamps trimmed and burning.
They all have oil in their lamps. As the night wore on, five had brought extra oil, but five had not. Running to the wise -“Give us of your oil” but the wise replied “No we cannot, lest we have not enough for ourselves, go into the village and buy oil for yourselves.” The five foolish virgins returned with their oil but the door to the banqet hall had been shut!
Book of Matthew Chapter 25 Urging the people to be prepared for the Lord when he returns
follow the tradition of the celebration of the Easter Week with palm branches, representing the palm branches which the crowd scattered in front of the Lord as he rode triumphantly into Jerusalem!
The sun shone brighter that day, the flowers sweeter the grass greener, in the streets the children singing and dancing with the sound of laughter, welcoming their King with the banner of joy and peace!
One day we will understand what our minds here failed to comprehend How each grain of sand holds an ocean of water How the sky is tightly fastened between earth and heaven How the sun and moon never fail to shine by day and night from the beginning of time And yet of all of these things so high and lofty I sometimes doubt Then I am reminded In spite of mans cruel hate the flight of the bird never hesitates From a long Winter’s night the plight of the lily still struggles in her search for light
Giving me hope -now- what I cannot see someday will come to be!
Springtime brings the urge to purge away the clutter
of winter’s darkness, opening the windows, letting the light shine in!
Each time I walk into this house it is strangely quiet, bare and empty, but for a few pieces of old furniture old and worn The windows are closed without a breath of fresh air. . . But of all these rooms there is one at the very top I fear the most It is tired and lonely from memories and cares it has refused to share It is in mourning portraying a lack of honesty and wearing a costume of despair One day I looked in the room beneath it with some pictures on the wall and I gathered courage to knock on the door of the dreaded room I feared if I
entered I would never come back out again As I entered pulling the curtains aside light began to diffuse the darkness And little things began to happen
With hope . . . cleaning with a little soap and water the two rooms slowly came together shifting their weight holding one another lest they fall Now these rooms have a welcoming spirit no longer separate but a house of their own! 🏠 🏡
The following quote – “A house divided against itself cannot stand” Is from the ‘Book of Antiquity’
HER wind like a whistle blows through the hills Blowing where she wishes never sitting still RANTING and raving like a naughty child AS a prangster laughing with the games she plays BUT please forgive us when we have complained REMIND us the earth you have swept clean Preparing for the long awaited rebirth of Spring! 😚
This weekend – March 30th is ‘World Bipolar Awareness Day’
UP and down and all around like a merry-go-round Racing thoughts, highs and lows with sleepless nights LIKE a roller coaster ride If only we would understand the relief they seek!
Of all the seasons the most unpredictable! Just when spring we though had come she stirs her wild winds again!
THE wind like a whistle blows through the hills Blowing where she wishes Never sitting still Ranting and raving like a naughty child teasing playing games
Forgive use when we complain remind us the earth you are sweeping again Preparing for the birth of Spring!
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