I love what this beautiful photo brought from each of you!! Scriptor's words are from memory as is the theme for this day; therefor, I shall award his words as the featured post BUT because I thought the other two should be heard....I shall share those as well, below :)
Thoughts to warm my heart :
Strangely enough this instantly evoked memories of somewhere that hardly resembles it at all. The only likeness is that I saw a church through the trees. I was on a hill in Shropshire, England, and below me nestled a town with spires and towers. The day was warm and sunny, the view just perfect and I thought to myself how wonderful a combination was a tree and a church. Nature and God - all one needs in life. ~Scriptor Senex
Strangely enough this instantly evoked memories of somewhere that hardly resembles it at all. The only likeness is that I saw a church through the trees. I was on a hill in Shropshire, England, and below me nestled a town with spires and towers. The day was warm and sunny, the view just perfect and I thought to myself how wonderful a combination was a tree and a church. Nature and God - all one needs in life. ~Scriptor Senex
As the rays of the setting sun gilded the dome on the cathedral, the knight reined in his horse. The journey back from the Holy Land had been long and grueling, but now he was nearly home. Both he and the horse craved warmth, food, a decent bed. Wearily he turned the horse down the slope and they jogged onward. Home at last -- the home he thought he'd never see again, and the wife and infant son he'd been forced to leave behind. ~Canadian Chickadee
Letting those black thickets stand in my way would be the worst kind of travesty. Where I'm going, those thorny branches will be behind me, but to get there, I must walk through them. And maybe the valley just beyond has more. But I follow that dim light and scan the horizon for a steeple perforating the sky, and I kick down the needles attacking my legs, and I pray to God that I'm heading in the right direction. ~Kate
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As the rays of the setting sun gilded the dome on the cathedral, the knight reined in his horse. The journey back from the Holy Land had been long and grueling, but now he was nearly home. Both he and the horse craved warmth, food, a decent bed. Wearily he turned the horse down the slope and they jogged onward. Home at last -- the home he thought he'd never see again, and the wife and infant son he'd been forced to leave behind.
Canadian Chickadee
Strangely enough this instantly evoked memories of somewhere that hardly resembes it at all. The only likeness is that I saw a church through the trees. I was on a hill in Shropshire, England, and below me nestled a town with spires and towers. The day was warm and sunny, the view just perfect and I thought to myself how wonderful a combination was a tree and a church. Nature and God - all one needs in life.
Letting those black thickets stand in my way would be the worst kind of travesty. Where I'm going, those thorny branches will be behind me, but to get there, I must walk through them. And maybe the valley just beyond has more. But I follow that dim light and scan the horizon for a steeple perforating the sky, and I kick down the needles attacking my legs, and I pray to God that I'm heading in the right direction.
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