“Will our appreciation of beauty be seen now for what it is, a gift, the enjoyment of which should not be confined to an annual holiday? Will it become again what it once was: a part of our everyday lives, the wisdom of the past offered to us.” ~C.R.Milne
A bit of beauty for this Sunday.
“. . . We turn amazed
To see the ones beside us, face to face,
As living icons, sacraments of grace.” (Malcolm Guite)
A magnificent, collaborative venture. Visit: Ordinary Saints
There have been so many virtual choirs these days. I can’t say I listen to every one. But this one. This one is . . . I can’t really find adequate words to describe its beauty. A friend of mine who has always wanted to be part of a virtual choir jumped at the chance to be a part of this one–along with 17,571 other singers from 129 countries. Thanks, Fr. Geoff for your part.
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.” (Mother Teresa)
“This will be our reply to violence, to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.”
A bit of beauty from one of my favorite poets, Luci Shaw:
“I love driving in Bellingham in the spring. In spite of the chilly weather, all the fruit trees are ‘springing,’ singing themselves into being in magnificent displays of pink and white–apricot, plum, apple, peach, cherry–undiscouraged by the darkly looming clouds today. Soon each twig will display its bridal bouquet grown for this spring wedding. I know this from years of observation! Next, they’ll grow so full and heavy with blossoms they’ll be ready to throw their bouquets to the crowd, and I’ll be watching for the petals to drop like wedding confetti, filling the gutters and swirling over sidewalks with their largesse.”
It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
From the petal’s edge a line starts
that being of steel
infinitely fine, infinitely
the Milky Way
from it–neither hanging
The fragility of the flower
~William Carlos Williams from Spring and All (1923)
Here is the fringey edge where elements meet and realms mingle, where time and eternity spatter each other with foam.
~Annie Dillard from Holy the Firm
It is common to look for love only inside the heart of things,
watching it pulse as both showpiece and show off, reverberating from deep within, yet loud enough for all the world to bear witness.
But as I advance on life’s road, I find love lying waiting at the periphery of my heart, fragile and easily torn as a petal edge – clinging to the fringe of my life, holding on…
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