“But a little faith will see you through. What
else will do except faith in such a cynical, corrupt time? When the country
goes temporarily to the dogs, cats must learn to be circumspect, walk on
fences, sleep in trees, and have faith that all this woofing is not the last
word. What is the last word, then? Gentleness is everywhere in daily life, a
sign that faith rules through ordinary things: through cooking and small talk,
through storytelling, making love, fishing, tending animals and sweet corn and
flowers, through sports, music and books, raising kids—all the places where the
gravy soaks in and grace shines through. Even in a time of elephantine vanity
and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.” ~
Garrison Keillor
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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