One chilly morning, the fog lay like
A silken scarf across the cemetery.
The church rose out of the golden mist
Like a ship riding on misty waves.
A caretaker’s van looked
Picturesque against the burnished sky;
And oh, the trees!
They floated in that sky of molten gold!
I’ll only be posting once this week as it gets crazy busy in the run-up to Christmas.
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Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling – I can so well remember it. There was always something more – behind and beyond everything – to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big.
How are you going to live in childish wonder today?
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It’s been a wonderful winter: long, snowy, crystal cold.
We’ve delighted in waves frozen solid, red barns buried under snow and empty jetties.
But now, it’s going.. slowly and reluctantly, winter is receding…
Losing its grip little by little, it bids us farewell with the chiming of hundreds of little bells as the ice breaks up and clinks cheerfully together.
And then one day, the chiming is replaced by the cheerful hellos of birds greeting each other after a sunny winter in Africa or the Mediterranean.
The ice has become the matter it came from: water.
And – oh! – the glorious sun dazzles the senses and soothes the soul.
As George Eliot once wrote: “The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.”
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Those golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand;
the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
What golden moments are happening in your life at the moment?