Wind, Water, Stone

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Wind, Water, Stone

BY OCTAVIO PAZ

TRANSLATED BY ELIOT WEINBERGER

for Roger Caillois

Water hollows stone,windwater stone 4

wind scatters water,

stone stops the wind.

Water, wind, stone.

Wind carves stone,

windwater stone 5stone’s a cup of water,

water escapes and is wind.

Stone, wind, water.

Wind sings in its whirling,windwater stone 6

water murmurs going by,

unmoving stone keeps still.

Wind, water, stone.

Each is another and no other:

crossing and vanishing

through their empty names:

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September

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Eight-OH-Three

by Carol Diggory Shields                        

Lunch box, backpack.

Papers flying free.

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Eight-oh-three.

Quick kiss, oops missed.

Bum! Out the door.

Jumping, jamming down the stairs —

Eight-oh-four.

Legs pumping, heart thumping,

Running down the drive.School-Kids-Running

Will I make it, Will I make it?

Eight -oh-five.

Tight corner, muddy puddle,corvallis-oregon-candid-childrens-photography_13-800x529

Dodge, jump, kick.

Slide into the bus stop —

Eight-oh-six.

Rumble grumble, grumble, rumble,

Up the road it chugs,

Faster than a speeding snail,

Slower than a slug.Yellow-Dinosaur-Sew-or-Iron-On-Patch-2-inch

A moaning-groaning, blinking-winking

Yellow dinosaur

Slowly hisses to a stop,

Opens up the door.

I have a simple question.

I’d really like to know —school-bus-kids

How come I have to run so fast

To catch a bus so slow?

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Summer

 “And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I would not change it.” As You Like It -ActII, Scene I -Shakespeare


Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

A Something in a Summer’s Day

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —

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Jacobsen

A depth — an Azure — a perfume —

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night

Hot Summer Night Dennis Largo Schulz
Hot Summer Night
Dennis Largo Schulz

A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —

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Wall–Scalp Level Artist

The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —dawn_sky

Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn

Conclude the wonder gay —

Sanctuary The Rock

And I meet, coming thro’ the dews

Another summer’s Day!



 

Spring

Monet
Monet

Early Spring — Rainer Maria Rilke8832_American_Goldfinch_07-23-2010_1

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Harshness vanished. 

A sudden softness

has replaced the meadows’ wintry grey.

Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. rivulet

Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

Nancy Berry
Nancy Berry

 

 

 

 

 



 

Christ is Risen!

CASTING CROWNS
Who Am I
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wondering heart?

Not because of who I am
But because of what You’ve doneGaryLessord-TheCrucifixion
Not because of what I’ve done
But because of who You are

faded-flower-1350107464_bI am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow

A wave tossed in the oceanwave
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord You catch me when I’m falling
And You told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see our singirl's sadness
Would look on me with love

And watch me rise again?helping-hand-1

Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I am
But because what of You’ve done

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Not because of what I’ve done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord You catch me when I’m falling
And You told me who I am
I am Yours

Not because of who I am
glorified-christ-300x291But because of what You’ve done
Not because of what I’ve done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the windvapor
Still You hear me when I’m calling
Lord You catch me when I’m falling
You told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours, I am Yours

Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
‘Cause I am Yours, I am Yours

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Songwriter: John Mark Hall

 

 

 



 

March

Winter Trees

~William Carlos Wiliams

1883-1963

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All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!

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A liquid moon

moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

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snowbuds



Merry Christmas!

The Holy Nativity Stephan Whetley
The Holy Nativity
Stephan Whetley

 

from spiraling ecstatically this

proud nowhere of earth’s most prodigious night

Nativity ~ Bradley
Nativity ~ Bradley


blossoms a newborn babe: around him, eyes
–gifted with every keener appetite
than mere unmiracle can quite appease–
humbly in their imagined bodies kneel
(over time space doom dream while floats the whole

perhapsless mystery of paradise)

Mary ~ Sullivan
Mary ~ Sullivan
mind without soul may blast some universe
to might have been, and stop ten thousand stars
but not one heartbeat of this child; nor shall
even prevail a million questionings against the silence of his mother’s smile- whose only secret all creation sings.
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Holy Night
Holy Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

That Time Of Year…

That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

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In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

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In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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Just Us

BIOGRAPHIES

2nd Presbyterian, Johnstown, PA

 

Art Moffat -Pastor

Art Powerful mind and body, kind, merciful
Sibling of Bo
Lover of Jesus Christ, Carol, his kids,  mountains ,woods
Who feels intense, joyful,energized and thoughtful
Who needs to pastor, evangelize, sing praise
Who gives a cup of living water
Who fears apathy, inertia, myopia
Who would like to see AWAKENING,  healing, Africa
Pastor of  Second Presbyterian, Johnstown
Moffat


Carol-Book Reviewer

Carol Wife, Mom, friend, student
Sibling of Linda and Mary
Lover of Christ, Art, The Kids, Birds Singing
Who feels hopeful, wondering, watchful and blessed
Who needs to listen carefully, study hard, laugh often
Who gives hugs
Who fears harm to any child, subtly, no birds singing
Who would like to see Mercy and Grace and growth
Resident of the hills of Pennsylvania
Moffat


 

Wordsmith
Wolfe –  Wordsmith

Wolfe Family man, wordsmith, honest, strong
Sibling of Ian and Erin
Lover of Jesus, Lee , Ry, reading
Who feels curious, absorbed, creative
Who needs books, expression, justice
Who gives friendship, loyalty, attention
Who fears closed libraries, slow mail all blandness
Who would like to see kindness prevail
Resident of The Body of Christ
Moffat


Leanne – Genuine Spirit

Leanne Wife, Mom, Singer, Quick, Beautiful Laugh
Sibling of Daniel, Eugene, Donald, Jake, Maggie & Noelle
Lover of Jesus, Wolfe, Ry, her large family
Who feels inspired, intentional, motivated
Who needs a challenge, a project, always a new horizon
Who gives true friendship, generously to other’s needs, acceptance
Who fears all cruelty, boredom, stagnation
Who would like to see Niagara Falls frozen, the beach, progress
Resident of The Body of Christ
Moffat


Ian – Lover of wisdom
Ian Artistic, intuitive, learner, articulate

Sibling of Wolfe and Erin
Lover of Lil, laughter, THE WAY,  philosophy
Who feels  inventive, emphatic  and drawn to sunshine
Who needs to learn, to create
Who gives sunshine, understanding, insight
Who fears spiders, chaos,  ignorance
Who would like to see Scotland
Resident of God’s Beautiful World
Moffat


Erin with orphans
Erin – with orphans

Erin Bright eyed, inquisitive, invested, energetic
Sibling of Wolfe and Ian
Lover of TRUTH, orphans, ballet,
Who feels watchful, analyzing, undaunted
Who needs knowledge, meaning , freedom
Who gives mercy and concern
Who fears mindlessness, social injustice, slavery
Who would like to see  Renaissance, The Nutcracker every year, the shore
Resident of God’s Remarkable World
Moffat