Two Sources of Food

Jessi sat down in a chair by my table 

and noticed the two books lying there.

She mused out loud,

"The Bible and a Cookbook ~ that's as it should be."

Food for the soul and food for the body.

She understands that at sixteen years old.

That moment cemented a certain confidence for her

within my heart.

May I Have the Faith of an Egret

Egret at Nokomis Jetties 
June 2011

Beachside Memories

21 June 2011 ~ North Jetties ~ Nokomis Beach 

 

 

 

 

An Estate Sale Lesson

My friend and I stumbled upon an estate sale Saturday

after our excursion to an Art Fair.

The home was old and lovely 

and surely reflected a life of prosperity.

As I wandered through the world 

a man and his wife had lived in,

loved in, entertained in, 

I began to feel like an intruder, a spy, a witness to lives 

that should have remained private.

And, suddenly, I felt a great and overwhelming sadness.

All the things they had bought together,

all the things they had accumulated, 

had been given, and had shared together

for fifty, maybe sixty years or so 

were left behind,

for strangers to look at and poke through.

It unsettled me.

And then, as I stood there, those words found in First Timothy 6:7 

welled up in my heart and shone with great clarity:

"For we brought nothing into this world, 

and it is certain

we can carry nothing out."

The lesson for me remains to be seen,

but I suspect it should serve to temper 

my own accumulation 
of things.

lmw

(Photo taken at the Hilltop last November)

I May Have Been Mute, But I Was Still Watching

Crape Myrtle Through the Spanish Moss

 Butterfly on my Front Porch

Fairytale House I saw in Jacksonville

Egret and Heron on the St. Johns River

This Man's Siamese Cat Followed Him Out on the Golf Course

Golf Course Cat Close-Up

Stormy Afternoon Thoughts

 

I thought I would write on this quiet and peaceful afternoon,

but as I retrieved my pen and paper and situated myself to

write, my weather radio started going off and distant

rumblings were transformed into a veritable tempest outside.  

And now I'm being serenaded by pounding rains and raucous reverberations.

I have always loved snuggling in on a stormy day, with pen in hand,

enjoying the contrast of the peace within and the storms without.

However, such enjoyment seems presumptuous, even arrogant,

in view of the tragedies of April and May across our nation.

These very storms are the remains of those that began 

last Saturday, spreading terror and tornadoes 

as they marched eastward.

My heart has ached this week as images of 

such terrible devastation have inundated 

the airwaves and newspapers.  

It has been almost too much to process.  

So many lives lost; so many left in shambles.

In times like these, good and evil, faith and fear, 

the rational and the irrational, all seem to collide inside me.  

My faith is strong, but my understanding 

is so limited and fallible.

Perhaps I should have picked up my pen this morning,

when my world was filled with flowers, serenity and sunshine...

lmw

How Can I Not Rhapsodize?

 

 

 

This Week's Treasures on the Porch