april 28th

We return home from a week at dad's place to find the gardens full of tulips that I  had hastily planted last autumn.  Planting bulbs was one of the tasks that had been put off after a tumultuous summer.  Yet here they are blazing cheer in the beds oblivious to worries and to anxieties.

Anxieties, brown and dull, under the Father's tender love, emerge triumphant, ablaze with Light.

april 19th

Ah, these little men of mine, absorbed in  words between covers

they bring to mind my brothers, once youngsters like these,

my father and his brothers, once small lads like ours-

and the passage of time that ticks off pain and pleasure, tragedy and triumph

and turns brown heads white, smooth cheeks worn,

as it adds wisdom and knowledge to kindly hearts

that will stop beating at the appointed hour

when they are gathered home.

april 17th

And we take a deep breath

and see that life is exquisite

and oh, so precious

and hope comes in many hues,

and love in many shades.

And, all is well, very well,

because the Creator is the Father and is the Saviour

and is always with us.

april 16th

They dance wildly in the wind

these yellow symbols of dread disease,

the lovely cheerful daffodils.

Swaying with cheerful abandon-

as angst for dad sweeps into our day.

Surgery. For colon cancer.

This week.

april 15th

Slowly but surely green seeps into the brown

a splash of colour overlaying the nondescript

and renewal is at hand.

Thank you Father

for Grace, and Life.

Good Friday

away

"Happy is he who has the God of Jacob for his help.

Whose hope is in the Lord his God,

Who made heaven and earth.

The sea and all that is in them."

When we see the mind boggling versatility in design

it should bring us to our knees.