Monday, September 23, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
My eyes gaze over the glad, rushing brook,
Dancing merrily, gaily through the forest.
How happy the smooth stones,
The waters gurgling in laughter over them.
I look up at the sandy banks-
To see the river grasses nestled there.
When will the forest creatures come to drink
Beside the cool riverbank?
When will the tiny birds
Hop down beside the welcoming waters?
When the sun
Dips her happy soul
Into the covering of the hills.
Then I will see the Robin,
The deer of the forest,
Monday, September 2, 2013
“The firstborn of the poor will feed,
And the needy will lie down in safety . . .”
It was a dismal day to begin with and the worn pet supply store looked unpromising. She was after bunny treats and Wal-Mart didn’t have them in stock, so we took a different turn in our travels and hoped for the best.