The beauty is there ….
if only,
IF ONLY!
you will stop,
and truly see.
flowers
Inspiration- the exquisite beauty
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Inspiration.”
Inspiration- the exquisite beauty of the created world I find in my own backyard.
Isaiah 6:3 “….the whole earth is full of His glory.”
Vivid- as in WoW! are you sure that’s a Peony?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”
A masterpiece of His making
Can you see it?
Do you see that swath of yellow against the vividness of red?
Who but the Master could create such beauty?
Gift # 768 the hidden treasures
Some gifts are harder to see.
Harder to find.
Hidden from view.
Perhaps that makes them all the more precious.
Datura Inoxia- Charm is deceitful
I recently snapped this photo at our local botanical garden. I made the comment on Facebook that because of it’s great beauty and subtlety, I was sure I would see this flower someday in heaven. So I looked it up to find out it’s name and the meaning in the language of flowers. Come to find out, it is commonly called Devil’s Trumpet. It’s foliage has been used for vision quests and the like and can be deadly. The only creature that is unaffected by it’s pollen is the honey bee.
So will I see this beautiful creation in heaven one day? My opinion? Yes! But no more deceit, no more toxicity- the “sting” will be gone.
“O death where is your sting?”
Knee Deep in Zinnias
As I gaze at Grandma standing knee deep in the Zinnias, I want to be there- drinking in the moment- stopping the raging current of time, enjoying the colors, the scents, Grandma’s touch, Grandma’s cheer.
Thank you God for Grandma’s love of flowers and for passing that love on to me.
Thank you for her cheerful heart and always smile.
Thank you Lord, thank you!
“Peace begins with a smile.” Mother Teresa
In the language of flowers, Cosmos send a message of peace and tranquility.
And so, if peace does begin with a smile, may 2014 be the year that you give many smiles and that you receive many smiles.
Happy New Year- just a little late!
Rose in the Snow
As I look out my window on a cold and snowy day, these words come to mind-
“Isaiah ’twas foretold it,
the Rose I have in mind.
Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to us a Savior.
When half spent was the night.
This flower,whose fragrance tender
with sweetness fills the air.
Dispels with glorious splendor
the darkness everywhere.
True man, yet very God
from sin and death He saves us
and lightness every load.
It came, a floweret bright,
amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.”
from “Lo How a Rose E’er Blooming”
Beautiful Truth
In the language of flowers, the Chrysanthemum represents truth.
John Keats said “Beauty is truth, truth beauty…”
Jesus said in John 8:32, “And you will know
the truth and the truth will set you free.”
Now THAT is beautiful!
Through my eyes 