To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1
...But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control...
~ Philippians 3:20-21a
~ NiGHTWiSH ~
(from "Dark Passion Play")
Summer is falling asleep and so much is changing all around me. There is nothing new under the sun… so I should not be surprised by changes in seasons or in friendships or in the way the hearts of men (women/ children) wander and wonder.
As the night air gets cooler after each sunset I feel the trees in our woods getting sleepy and I see the acorns piling up in the tired grass in the morning. I absolutely love autumn, but it is so melancholy . .. And I am not sure what to do with that. I love it. And I regret it.
The colors of this sleepy season are my favorite - our entire home is clothed in olive and deep leafy greens… rich blood reds and wines…. muted golds and ochres…so earthy and rich and warm.
Summer is falling asleep and so much is changing all around me. There is nothing new under the sun… so I should not be surprised by changes in seasons or in friendships or in the way the hearts of men (women/ children) wander and wonder.
As the night air gets cooler after each sunset I feel the trees in our woods getting sleepy and I see the acorns piling up in the tired grass in the morning. I absolutely love autumn, but it is so melancholy . .. And I am not sure what to do with that. I love it. And I regret it.
The colors of this sleepy season are my favorite - our entire home is clothed in olive and deep leafy greens… rich blood reds and wines…. muted golds and ochres…so earthy and rich and warm.
I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wild honey and dew
Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of heaven
A 5-year-old winter heart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of past
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight
Dream-bound for life
Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the 1st star of fall
I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother's care
And color of the kites
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
*** Work-in-Progress Photos : a soldered glass / mixed media art necklace - still being dreamt up and worked on... ***
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5 comments:
That was a perfect note to end my night on, Duck. I mean your blog, not Mike o'Hare's comment. You gathered all the truth of Autumn and change and life and turned it into a melodic bedtime story. Thanks! Good night!
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Lovely, thought provoking post, as always Katey.
Much imperfect love, Rasp xx
Oh, Katey, how I wish I could talk to you some time and explain to you what I honestly believe, in my heart and in my gut...I do appreciate all you do, and all the love that is in your heart.
In honor of Jesus, and Buddha, and the divine in all,
May
My Katey Duck!!! You know how how much your blog inspires and encourages me, don't you???
I've nominated you for a blog award!
You can pick it up and see the other blogs I've nominated on my blog
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xox,
Mellie
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