The Blacksmith
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Glory be to Godfor susurrous memory,the quiet whispers of bonnybeach walks sailing over azure skiesborn of a windy world.Efflorescence hurls worldsof wondrous words, a witness born of plentiful peace, sprung from a place of singing.Worshipful worlds of Spirit peace,sprung from a place of singing.Praise Him.~~~~~~ In October of 2016 my gifted friend K.C. Ireton and I co-facilitated…
I silently knock on the Kindergarten door, helper for the day in my Assistant Teacher role. I love Kindergarten. I did my student teaching there—sang a LOT of songs and played games and sat on the floor and learned words. Today is one of those days—a learning day—except I am the student. I teach in a very…
“My soul, wait silently for God alone; for my expectation is from Him.” Psalm 62:5 “How slow many are to learn that quietness is blessing, that quietness is strength, that quietness is the source of the highest activity–the secret of all true abiding in Christ! Let us try to learn it and watch out for…
One must gather a chair, a cushion, a small setting table field glasses, cup of tea, these grand books like quiet friends then sit. One must sit, knees crossed in cushioned chair anchored in the too tall grass, eyes to the hawthorn and bayberry, waving maple, water-sounding leaves on air. One must train the eye, not…
I move gingerly down the front steps as the gray day is waning. A glance at my watch shows 10 of 5. “Thank you, God,” I mutter, “there’s still enough daylight outside for a walk.” Soon it will be dark. It’s already dark on the other coast in New Jersey/New York, literally and figuratively….