Category Archives: Acceptance

WITHOUT ART

WITHOUT ART


Without Darkness there can be no Light,

Without Weakness, no Strength,

Without Worry, no Faith,

Without Fear, no Love,

Without Love, no Art.

Without Art

Darkness.

 

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HI, HOW ARE YA?

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HI, HOW ARE YA?

When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”

I  look a little closer; Who will he be tomorrow?

Today he may be Sandy, tomorrow perhaps Claude

The next day may be Betty; yesterday was Maude.

I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.

What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.

When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.

When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.

When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.


Sandra Schou                photographer

REMEMBER: FEAR-LOVE-HEAL

 

 

To love is to Heal.

To accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

(Perhaps it is the other way around.)

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear becomes itself at first light.

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal,

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

 

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

Lee in Paradise

 

A MAN OF FEW WORDS


He lived Love but never spoke of it.

He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what?

His peculiar sort of mediocrity ?

The aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons.

But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

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A Man of Few Words.

He lived Love but never spoke of it. He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what (?), his peculiar sort of mediocrity (?), the aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons. But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.

HI, HOW ARE YA?

lee_broom

HI, HOW ARE YA?

When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”

I  look a little closer; Who will he be tomorra?

Today he may be Clara, tomorra perhaps Claude

The next day may be Manny; yesterday was Maude.

 

I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.

What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.

When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.

When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.

When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.