Sunday
Oct262014
Sunday, October 26, 2014 at 04:44AM
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S o u t h e r n C r o s s
Bethany Cemetery
Aiken, South Carolina
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That God should love a sinner such as I
Should yearn to change my sorrow into bliss
Nor rest till He had planned to bring me nigh
How wonderful is love like this!
That Christ should join so freely in the scheme
Although it meant His death on Calvary
Did ever human tongue find nobler theme
Than love divine that ransomed me!
That for a willful outcast such as I
The Father planned, the Savior bled and died
Redemption for a worthless slave to buy
Who long had law and grace defied.
And now He takes me to His heart a son
He asks me not to fill a servant's place
The far-off country wand'rings all are done
Wide open are His arms of grace.
Such love, such wondrous love
Such love, such wondrous love
That God should love a sinner such as I
How wonderful is love like this!
= C. Bishop =
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To the praise of the glory of his grace,
wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.
In whom we have redemption through his blood,
the forgiveness of sins,
according to the riches of his grace.
Ephesians 1:6-7
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Saturday
Oct252014
Softly thro' the altered air
Saturday, October 25, 2014 at 04:44AM
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G r o u n d e d
Old Gray Cemetery
Knoxville, Tennessee
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These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old -- old sophistries of June --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee --
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear --
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake --
Thy consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
= Emily Dickinson =
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Dedicated to the memory of
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Happy Saturday ~ Happy Weekend
Friday
Oct242014
The orchard bare
Friday, October 24, 2014 at 04:44AM
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E y e s F o r w a r d
Old Gray Cemetery
Knoxville, Tennessee
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It is right in there
Betwixt and between
The orchard bare
And the orchard green,
When the boughs are right
In a flowery burst
Of pink and white,
That we fear the worst.
For there's not a clime
But at any cost
Will take that time
For a night of frost.
= Robert Frost =
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Happy Friday
Thursday
Oct232014
Oh my precious
Thursday, October 23, 2014 at 04:44AM
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S o M u c h T o S e e
Dagny at The French Market Creperie
Knoxville, Tennessee
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You were born
Into a strange world
Like a candle
You were meant to share the fire
I don't know where we come from
I don't know where we go
But my arms were made to hold you
So I will never let you go
'Cause you were born
To change this life
'Cause you were born
To chase the light
'Cause you were born
Love your mother
Yeah she's a good one
She'll build you armor
Keep you warm as a hen
The stars may fall
The rains may pour
But I will love you evermore
'Cause you were born
To make this right
'Cause you were born
To chase the light
'Cause you were born
Oh my precious
Oh my love
When they come to take me
I will hold you from above
I don't know why we're here
And I don't know how
But I'm here with you now
I am here with you now
'Cause you were born
To make this right
'Cause you were born
To change this life
'Cause you were born
To chase the light
'Cause you were born
= Craig Minowa =
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Wednesday
Oct222014
Apparently there's a leak
Wednesday, October 22, 2014 at 04:44AM
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C o f f e e : B e v e r a g e o f C h a m p i o n s
Jackson Street
Knoxville, Tennessee
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When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said: "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 180 moveable parts ... all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at once and disappears when she stands up; a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems." God remarked. "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know. And of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"God," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow."
"I can't," said God. "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick ... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger ... and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said God excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said: "I didn't put it there.”
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 180 moveable parts ... all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at once and disappears when she stands up; a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems." God remarked. "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know. And of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"God," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow."
"I can't," said God. "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick ... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger ... and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said God excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said: "I didn't put it there.”
= Erma Bombeck =
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