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Beauty: A Prescription for the Heart

Today is the first day of spring. Many of you reading this probably didn’t know that. It hasn’t been a headline, and so few are going outside that, for them, it may as well be winter. But, as I was walking across our little churchyard I noticed that, indeed, there were flowers blooming, lifting their little, diversely colored petals to the light of the sun. It’s interesting how something so small can stop me in my tracks and lead me to contemplation.

It is quite easy in times like these to be so engrossed with the ugliness of the fallen creation that we forget that even now it bears the marks of its eternally beautiful Creator. Thus, it is all the more important that we spend some time daily immersed in the beauty all around us. Continue reading

For My Grandmother

The train is coming.

As surely as the second hand

Moves in ticking repetition,

Counting the days by increments,

It comes.

And the readiness she possesses is not perfect,

But how can one be perfectly ready to leave?

All her leavings until now spoke of now,

The last departure to a far country.

In the station the children walk by

Talking of little everythings,

Filling the hollow with bittersweet tones.

One by one, they come and bid adieu.

And she kisses them

Gently, sweetly,

As a mother should.

Despite the many voices, a unified whisper,

“All aboard.”

Goodnight, and goodbye.

But in the finality of night,

The dawn speaks a limit,

And creation replies in groan –

“For now.”