For every bark, there is a season.
“a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to uproot …
… a time to tear down …
… a time to scatter …
… a time to embrace … and a time for peace.”
… on the moss tops of the rocks outside my window today, teasing me to catch the light as it danced into and reflected from the moss. I never quite tagged it.
“Come and see the works of God, Who is awesome in His deeds toward the sons of man.”
“the wisdom that comes from above is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.”
“Peacemakers who sow in peace shall reap a harvest of righteousness.”
I hate speech? … I hate-speech?
“The tongue also is a fire … it corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”
After the bloom … before deep winter … red-gold leaves on December’s flowering pear tree. “For every thing, there is a season ….”
For unto us a child is born … the government will be on his shoulders. And he shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
without Him nothing was made that has been made
… and the Word was with God and the Word was God
created as artists, thinkers, doers, worshipers
Reflections on the mists of creation.
… Let the…dry land appear.”
and made separate from the darkness …
… and there was light