Wednesday, October 17, 2018

words to a wildflower






































i see you there
reminding me

beautiful 

in all your stages
of dying


“All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of grass.  The grass withers, and the flower fades .”……so “teach me to number my days that i might have a heart of wisdom. “
1Peter 1:24, Psalm 90:12

It is sometimes the mystery of death that brings one to a consciousness of the still greater mystery of life.  ~Kate Douglas Wiggin, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm



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