Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Monday, October 27, 2008

Cow manure and peonies

New sets of flowers means playing in the dirt and smelling the odors of cow manure. I love it. The colors of fall include new flowers the trees redressing in their Halloween costumes and the birds hiding out for the chilly weather.
I just can't wait for the peonies to do their fall dance for me. They are practiced and ready for the fall flower festival. The dance will bring out the best in the courtyard and will delight all of the onlookers. Those who can see their dance, those who participate in their dance and those who imitate their dance in their own way. We are not only dust in the wind. We have the delights of all of these sights and smells and thoughts and sounds and feelings to imbibe on this journey through this terrestrial scene. We usually perseverate, or overuse one or more of the senses and neglect some of the other, just as useful ones, to our own loss and sometimes deterioration.
High on cow manure and peonies is far better than high on sugar and guar gum and chocolate.
"I looked and behold there was a great multitude which no man can number..." Rev. 5:11

Our eyes will be engaged in the thrills that are prepared for us in heaven. Let us enjoy the beauty and lessons of the sights on earth and enjoy the beautiful gifts that God has prepared on earth for us richly to enjoy. I see that the bluejays do.
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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