The Place Within

A place within

when we begin

very soon

 it seems

the end is drawing in

 but we do know

it is

the new beginning.

Heaven

is within us all along

the coming Home

is living in Presence

we have always known.

  - written 8.45am on April 26, 2019 -
 

From Long Ago

I have travelled on from those times.

I am here now,
dancing through this day.
Wherever I go,

You sing me back Home.

I am never alone.

For One And All

 Thank you for your comment

I am grateful to know

the serenity flows

to you.

This card I found in a gallery,

the geese and

the shepherd lady

called me over,

then I wondered why

there is all grass

but no blue sky.

The edge is right upon her head

and then I wondered

until she said,

'I am walking with the geese

they are content

and so am I

we all know there is a sky.

Just see the scene

and feel serene.'

And I do

May you do too. 

Dear Friends,

this is my 400th post 

on

Come Blossom Come Fruit.

The photo above is of a card 

and a painting.

It is a beautiful offering

to

those who

are shepherds in their day

simply leading the way.

The little poem 

is post 397, called The Bridge.

It was written only hours ago

whilst I was looking closely. 

Blessings and Peace

 to all this Easter Week

with love from Bee xx

Whispering In The Honey Myrtles

Autumn days

honeysuckles sway

I hear the turtle dove

in these trees

as you sweet precious 

sing to me

As you sing

I listen for more 

like never before

for the singing brings

my healing

 

At Eastertime And Ever On

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that
     I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self 
     that we are born to eternal life.

              - Saint Francis of Assisi  

(Written in the Thirteenth Century in Italy)

The Bridge

You know

we go 

with you.

Some days

when the grass is wet

our way 

is slow

to follow

as you walk ahead 

but all is known

though

 nothing is said

a candle lights above our heads.

The Green Bridge, 1926

Painting by Ethel Spowers (1890-1947)

Design Edition Habit Press, Australia 2014

- o O o -

Then She Said. Are you Tender With The Plants?

Then she said. 
Are you tender with the plants?

As much as we can be, he said to me.

 

And now you see

what a delightful surprise 

there came to be.

 

- o O o -

Living Treasures

Every year in March
I wait by the bare earth
for any little sighting of new birth
and the ever increasing joy of 
abundance.

First there is a tiny sign
growing higher,
then a white tip and a white stem
then one always comes first
One
beautiful little crocus
showing itself 
and growing itself 
in a day to be a little mauve bud
then an open bloom,
then a few little buds around
and finally the sound
of me cheering
the happy family...

Pink Love Shining Brightly