Heavenly

Heaven and the Bee

Perhaps this little bee can give us a glimpse of heaven?

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Bursting with life,
not barely,

Ever so busy,
yet not fretting,

One at home,
Hearts resting.

“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”

~ St Augustine of Hippo
(13 Nov 354 – 20 Aug 430)

+ May the souls of our dearly departed find eternal rest. Amen. +

All Souls Day
2 November 2013

Blessings

Blessings

As sure as the morning dew settles on each leaf,

No day begins without a promise of blessings to those who hold out their hand to the LORD, desiring only to walk in His ways.

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“Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways.

You will eat the fruit of your labor; blessings and prosperity will be yours.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your sons will be like olive shoots around your table.

Thus is the man blessed who fears the Lord.”

~ Psalm 128:1-4

Staying Afloat

Staying Afloat

Living is far from having all provisions stocked and ready in order to stay afloat in both calm and choppy waters.

Rather,

Real life can only be experienced by accepting the changes in sea and weather conditions, improvising, and having a patient trust in His merciful providence.

Photo: A makeshift buoy confidently afloat

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“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?”

~ Matthew 6:25

Miracle of the Sun

Miracle of the Sun

The Sun.

Bright.
Massive.
Reliable.
Predictable.
Nuclear power.

What if we had seen the sun dancing in the sky, dangled about by Our Lady “like a trinket at her wrist”^?

Miracles do happen.

13 October 1917,
Fatima, Portugal

^Cardinal Fulton Sheen

 

Photo:

Dubai UAE

Windy Days

Wind

Why aren’t these pinwheels spinning merrily in the wind?

We know the wind passes this way. It always has.

But now the strong wind of past seems to have eluded us, choosing perhaps a different corridor to travel.

Should we remove these pinwheels lest they become a symbol of despair and ridicule?

Or should we wait with patience that they will spin to life once again?

If the former, our memories will forever be etched with disappointment.

If the latter, at least even a gentle breeze to turn just one pinwheel by the smallest of degree brings hope of windy days.

To The Woods

Into The Woods

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

~ Henry David Thoreau