 Amaryllis by our kitchen window  Amaryllis
by Connie Wanek A flower needs to be this size to conceal the winter window, and this color, the red of a Fiat with the top down, to impress us, dull as we've grown. Months ago the gigantic onion of a bulb half above the soil stuck out its green tongue and slowly, day by day, the flower itself entered our world, closed, like hands that captured a moth, then open, as eyes open, and the amaryllis, seeing us, was somehow undiscouraged. It stands before us now as we eat our soup; you pour a little of your drinking water into its saucer, and a few crumbs of fragrant earth fall onto the tabletop. (Lovely poem! I found it here)
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 My poem "Your Love Heals Me" was published in the Churches of God General Conference weekly publication, "The Gem"! Early last year my dear friend Carolyn told me she thought some of my writing would be perfect for the weekly inspirational handout she got at church, "The Gem" a publication produced by Churches of God General Conference. I finally submitted a few pieces in March. Two were rejected, but I just received confirmation that this one made it in! I received some copies and a check for $10.00 yesterday! What an honor-- Praise you, Jesus!
For my writing friends, here's a link to their submission guidelines. They are always looking for new work. Check it out!  Our rhododendrons  "On this June day the buds in my garden are
almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year - those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled." - Francis King Hobbs overseeing the spring-ery in our yard!  (A room with a kitty!)  The crocuses were an especially happy sight after our long winter  We have daffodils from bulbs transplanted from my father's garden in Annapolis, MD by way of my former home in DE. They're a friendly reminder of my Dad each year!  Hyacinths just make me smile  Beautiful memories of a sweet day visiting our family in Connecticut!  Thoughtful Easter blooms from Jennifer and Susan...  Thanks, gals! "The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March." - Robert Frost A friend recently asked me if I'd read Ann Voskamp's book "1000 Gifts". She said it wad a great blessing to her during a difficult time in her life. I went to Ann's website and came across this page with the video below. B E A U T I F U L ... This is Wanda B. Goines. At the time this video was filmed she was 92 years old. She calls this poem “The Gift Wrap & The Jewel“. The words are printed below.
 Garden rose (an excerpt from)
A Little Budding Rose by Emily Bronte It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their mossy robe, But sweet was the slight and spicy smell It breathed from its heart invisible.
 Thanks again, Susan!
 Psalm 17:6-9
I call upon you, for you will answer me, O God; incline your ear to me; hear my words. Wondrously show your steadfast love, O Savior of those who seek refuge from their adversaries at your right hand. Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings, from the wicked who do me violence, my deadly enemies who surround me. |
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