So I kind of have an obsession with windows.    Isn't this one amazing?  I think it looks as if Handel's "Messiah" is being sung in the background. 

Just Chattin'

The Beauty and the Wee Beastie



"Ho!  Every one that thirsts, come to the waters..."

 -Isaiah 55:1 (New American Standard Bible)

Angels

 

Questions About Angels

By Billy Collins

 

 

Of all the questions you might want to ask

about angels, the only one you ever hear

is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time

besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin

or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth

or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do they fly through God's body and come out singing?

Do they swing like children from the hinges

of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards?

Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,

their diet of unfiltered divine light?

What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall

these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud, would he leave a hole

in a river and would the hole float along endlessly

filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail, would he arrive

in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume

the appearance of the regular mailman and

whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court.

The only question you ever hear is about

the little dance floor on the head of a pin

where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,

billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse

into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:

one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,

a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful

eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over

to glance at his watch because she has been dancing

forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

The Lantern Lawn

No, I was not in Narnia when I took this photo. 

 I was in New York, at a state park somewhere. (A while ago so I don't remember the name of it.)

  But isn't it wonderful??? I would've liked to take it home with me, but lantern posts are kind of hard to smuggle out in backpacks.

Faerie Tracks

i thank you God

Here's a link to a song I've been listening to over and over recently. I have fond memories of this song. I first heard it sung at a wedding. The group of singers performing it was fantastic, the church had perfectly wonderful acoustics, and the church itself was lovely. It all worked together to create a very inspirational atmosphere.


i thank you God



Here are the lyrics. 



i thank you God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and for a blue true dream of a sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes


(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)


how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?


(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


-e.e.cummings

Yum.

Can I get an amen for that?

 Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things-
  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
     For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
  Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plough;
     And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
     With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                           Praise him.
                                     
                                                         -Gerard Manley Hopkins