Thursday, November 17, 2011

Lord of the Bower

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  1. I seldom sign in on blogger before leaving for school...I am so happy I had a few moments to spare this morning. I will take the words and images painted with me today. Lovely! Bonnie

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  2. From the opposite end of the spectrum, a poem by Robert Frost titled Design:

    "I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
    On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
    Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
    Assorted characters of death and blight
    Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
    Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
    A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
    And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

    What had that flower to do with being white,
    The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
    What brought the kindred spider to that height,
    Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
    What but design of darkness to appall?--
    If design govern in a thing so small."

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  3. Bonnie, it's a joy to pass something of benefit on, Have a lovely day at school, and thankyou.

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  4. Hello Faisal:
    We hope that you are enjoying the most glorious of days in your flowery bower. As the light fades here on an exceedingly wintry day in Budapest, we are happy to imagine your enjoying the warmth of the sun whilst seeking shade under a magnificent tree. However tiny and insignificant we may feel in our respective bowers, we are sure that in His eyes we are all significant. Nature is so very wonderful!!

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  5. Hi James, I was introduced to Robert Frost's poetry at school, and he'd be one of my favourites. There's frequently a metaphysical question underpinning his work, as in the poem you've quoted above. I didn't know it, so thankyou.

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  6. Hello Jane and Lance,
    yes, each of the seasons has its character; certainly, this spring, I've felt a revival of spirit.
    And yes, to have been created is an act of love from our Creator, a gift of incomparable significance.

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  7. i love your poem Faisal...
    and althoug the contrast with what i see ouside my window
    ( or i don`t; its dark since three...)
    i can feel the warmth of that light on my face : )

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  8. We have to keep the light shining, don't we Demie, however the seasons change.

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  9. This is lovely..both the prose and that photo is amazing!
    Have a great weekend!

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  10. Thankyou, Meggs. I'm not sure if they're amazing, but you have a great weekend too!

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