when terror stalks the streets
and evil seems overwhelming
look for the small things
that shine in dark corners
praying for those who are mourning today.
Trees are always beautiful in every season…and down by our river there are still autumn colours but the Eucalyptus are showing a promise of things to come. Their arms stretch to heaven, and the joy they bring brightens the earth.
In the words of Joyce Kilmer:
I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.
fear drove me
down that track
where pain and terror
fear found me
shaking in the quagmire
of lies repeated
lifted me above myself
turned out the fear
came just in time
before the darkness
a quadrille on ‘fear’ for dVerse poets
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see ace to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
I Corinthians 13
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