Askew! And, broken! The branches hide me now. If my life seemed in disarray before, it is worse. Spring is here and my garden needs repair. ---That is the garden of my soul. Hal works outside, planting herbs and veggies. I sit and watch, the weeds in my life getting bigger.
I am amazed at how many family and friends have suffered a broken foot. I talked with my niece recently, and she wore her ”Big Black Boot” to work. I applaud her. I guess you do what you have to do. We really don’t know what one endures until we walk in their “Boot!”
I am told where the fracture happens makes the difference. Because my injury is lower on the foot, the danger of it splitting apart might be greater. So I sit and hobble some. In the meantime, the cat hairs accumulate and the clutter increases.
Yesterday, isolated from many, I called out, “Here I am, Lord! Can you find me in the thicket?” I feel like I’ve been on a journey and right now I can’t see the exit to this weed infested plot.
Soon I will hear from the doctor. I look for a good report. It is spring in Florida and my garden needs repair.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
GEORGE WASHINGTON'S PRAYER FOR AMERICA
"Almighty God; We make our earnest prayer that Thou wilt keep the United States in Thy holy protection, that Thou wilt incline the hearts of the citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to government; and entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another and for their fellow citizens of the United States at large. And finally, that Thou wilt most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to do justice, to love mercy, and to demean our selves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without a humble imitation of whose example in these things we can never hope to be a happy nation. Grant our supplication we beseech Thee, through Jesus Christ, Our Lord. Amen."
THE ROOTS OF THE SYCAMORE TREE from Ground Zero.
THE ROOTS OF THE SYCAMORE TREE from Ground Zero.
Friday, February 18, 2011
HAIKU
Bitter Root ever ready
testing soil to seal and hold.
---Wheat and Tares at play.
Poem and Painting by Rita Burton
testing soil to seal and hold.
---Wheat and Tares at play.
Poem and Painting by Rita Burton
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Shadow of Love
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalm 91: 1
All fullness of life comes from the Father, through the Son, in the power of the Holy Spirit. God created us in His image. We are three parts, spirit, soul and body.
When God created man, He had a plan in mind. He wanted relationship with us.
We will always be incomplete without His Spirit fully living within us. Thus, we long to be “One” with our Maker. Our spirit cries out for the new life found in Jesus Christ. Our soul yearns for comfort that comes only through the Holy Spirit. It is through the Holy Spirit that we encounter the manifest Presence of Father.
Like an echo in my conscience, I hear the heartbeat of the Father, “How long must I wait for you?” Knowing us intimately, He challenges us, “When will you cease from pleasing mankind and come to please Me? When will you turn from the things I have created and turn to me, your Creator?”
We are renewed in the Shadow of Love found only in the secret place. It may be a closet or an unused bedroom. It may well be in our heart, if we cannot find a solitary room, away from the outside clatter and “cares of the world.” The secret place becomes our hiding place, our high tower. The place where hearts fall in love. It becomes a sacred place, set aside for union with God.
Our Father will meet you there. Father says, “Come!”
by Rita Burton
All fullness of life comes from the Father, through the Son, in the power of the Holy Spirit. God created us in His image. We are three parts, spirit, soul and body.
When God created man, He had a plan in mind. He wanted relationship with us.
We will always be incomplete without His Spirit fully living within us. Thus, we long to be “One” with our Maker. Our spirit cries out for the new life found in Jesus Christ. Our soul yearns for comfort that comes only through the Holy Spirit. It is through the Holy Spirit that we encounter the manifest Presence of Father.
Like an echo in my conscience, I hear the heartbeat of the Father, “How long must I wait for you?” Knowing us intimately, He challenges us, “When will you cease from pleasing mankind and come to please Me? When will you turn from the things I have created and turn to me, your Creator?”
We are renewed in the Shadow of Love found only in the secret place. It may be a closet or an unused bedroom. It may well be in our heart, if we cannot find a solitary room, away from the outside clatter and “cares of the world.” The secret place becomes our hiding place, our high tower. The place where hearts fall in love. It becomes a sacred place, set aside for union with God.
Our Father will meet you there. Father says, “Come!”
by Rita Burton
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
THE VISTA AT JETTY PARK
My eyes search the vista, taking in everything.
I notice the rocks, with dark shadows underneath. The sun is behind me, slowly slipping into the horizon in the West.
The sea swells in and crashes against the rocks, as careless boater’s race through the channel oblivious or selfish towards the smaller boats in their path.
Fishermen laugh and hold tight to their lines, as the water splashes their faces.
A long sound, another, and then, another. A ship slowly glides down the channel and nears the area where boaters with small craft begin to scramble away from the approaching mammoth. ---The Carnival “Sensation.”
Suddenly she is there. Each vessel in its turn. A great mountain of a ship. Hundreds of passenger’s wave from the top decks, as fishermen and Sunday visitors cheer and wave in return.
The sun is warm but the air grows colder as the minutes slip away. Thirty minutes later, it is the “Freedom of the Sea,” the Royal Caribbean Queen.
Then, only twenty minutes pass when the magnificent navy blue hull overshadows the horizon. The Pilot gives the sound and “When you wish upon a star,” blasts its gleeful warning to all in its wake. Disney’s “Dream” is on her way. I watch as the last ship sails out across the Atlantic.
Many had gathered earlier in the day with picnics or just drinks. Some fished. A group on the bank set up a table and played cards. It is the gala weekend. It is the Port of Cape Canaveral. It is the "vista" at Jetty Park!
by Rita Burton
January 30, 4:30 P.M. Port Cape Canaveral
I notice the rocks, with dark shadows underneath. The sun is behind me, slowly slipping into the horizon in the West.
The sea swells in and crashes against the rocks, as careless boater’s race through the channel oblivious or selfish towards the smaller boats in their path.
Fishermen laugh and hold tight to their lines, as the water splashes their faces.
A long sound, another, and then, another. A ship slowly glides down the channel and nears the area where boaters with small craft begin to scramble away from the approaching mammoth. ---The Carnival “Sensation.”
Suddenly she is there. Each vessel in its turn. A great mountain of a ship. Hundreds of passenger’s wave from the top decks, as fishermen and Sunday visitors cheer and wave in return.
The sun is warm but the air grows colder as the minutes slip away. Thirty minutes later, it is the “Freedom of the Sea,” the Royal Caribbean Queen.
Then, only twenty minutes pass when the magnificent navy blue hull overshadows the horizon. The Pilot gives the sound and “When you wish upon a star,” blasts its gleeful warning to all in its wake. Disney’s “Dream” is on her way. I watch as the last ship sails out across the Atlantic.
Many had gathered earlier in the day with picnics or just drinks. Some fished. A group on the bank set up a table and played cards. It is the gala weekend. It is the Port of Cape Canaveral. It is the "vista" at Jetty Park!
by Rita Burton
January 30, 4:30 P.M. Port Cape Canaveral
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