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My Mother’s Pond

 

My Mother's Pond

“A pool is the eye of the garden in whose candid depths is mirrored its advancing grace.”—Lousie Bebe Wilder

I do believe the pond in my mother’s garden is a kind of eye, magnet and fascination.
Birds splash at the base of the waterfall taking a bath from time to time.
Hummingbirds dart here and there sipping from the flowers.
The colorful koi chase each other around and sometimes pop their heads up out of the water.
The lavender water irises glow.
The sounds of the waterfall refresh.
Dragonflies balance on the tall grasses.
Butterflies happily visit the flowers.




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Frog Scriptures

 

At the pond,
I went out on a quest
for frogs
I did see ~fleetingly~
hundreds of frogs hopping,
leaving water jewels on pads
like diamonds
evidence of their having been there
I asked them
if any would sit still
so I could take closer looks
but NONE would after much pleading
even though I told them I don’t eat frogs

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Prayers for Peace

 

 

 

This was a video taken on New Year’s Eve a few years ago. Halved lemons were scooped and replaced with oil and a wick. We placed the lit oil lamps into the pond with prayers for peace and happiness.

 

“There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in our heart.”

– Upanishads

 

“We can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord.”

—2 Corinthians 3:18, The Living Bible

 

“Swift As A Star Flicker

Prayer, it does ascend
Up from the mind into the air
Through the highest cumulus
In an orange dusky sky

And higher still, like a tailed comet
Out of earth’s realm of spiraling starlights
And into the black of space,
And higher still

Past a rare jeweled galaxy
With stars like sapphires, rubies, emeralds and diamonds
Where a nebulous cloud, a violet mountain births
Explodes new stars forth

A factory place, a sandcastle of space
And higher still,
To the top of the highest universe-
That second sky

Swift as a star flicker
To God’s ear
An ear pressed close to the keyhole
Of that other Kingdom’s door

An ear so fine
That it can hear
Unspoken prayer clear
As a trumpet’s mighty blare

And God’s spirit reaches forth
Heaven descends
To companion the soul
That prays.”

—Zellie M. Quinn

 

 




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Turning and Returning

 

“Eternal One who circles the seasons with ease, teach me about Earth’s natural cycle of turning from one season to another.  Remind me often of how she opens herself to the dying and rising rotations, the coming and the going of each of the four seasons.  Open me today to the teachings of the season of autumn.

When I accept only the beautiful and reject the tattered, torn parts of who I am, when I treat things that are falling apart as my enemies, walk me among the dying leaves, let them tell me about their power to energize Earth’s soil by their decomposition and their formation of enriching humus.

When I fear the loss of my youthfulness and refuse to accept the reality of aging, turn my face to the brilliant colors of autumn trees, open my spirit to the mellow resonance of autumn sunsets and the beauty of the changing land.

When I refuse to wait with the mystery of the unknown, when I struggle to keep control rather than to let life evolve,
wrap me in the darkening days of autumn and encourage me to wait patiently for clarity and vision as I live with uncertainty and insecurity.

When I grow tired of using my own harvest of gifts to benefit others, take me to the autumn fields where Earth shares the bounty of summer and allows her lands to surrender their abundance.”

—from “Circle of Life” by Joyce Rupp and Macrina Wiederkehr




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