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Such majesty- Divine Springtime
Glory to Thee, O my God! The first stirrings of the spring of Thy grace have appeared and clothed Thine earth with verdure. The clouds of the heaven of Thy bounty have rained their rain on this City within whose walls is imprisoned Him Whose desire is the salvation of Thy creatures. Through it the soil of this City hath been decked forth, and its trees clothed with foliage, and its inhabitants gladdened. The hearts of Thy dear ones, however, will rejoice only at the Divine Springtime of Thy tender mercies, whereby the hearts are quickened, and the souls are renewed, and the trees of human existence bear their fruits.
Baha’u’llah Prayers and Meditations, CXVII
Today is a day to think about divine springtimes, renewal and the growth of spirituality in the world. After days and days of rain the sun has been shining, warming up the pool water, and working its way into everyone’s bones. Perhaps its a little too hot- the heat is searing and everyone longs for a bit of shade.
This is where the trees are so wonderful. All the drains have dried up and the floods have gone. It is strange to feel as if one is afloat on an ark. Everywhere one looks the world is in turmoil. It is disturbing to watch the news and see so many sinking ships. Compassion comes out and floats out in the ocean.
Divine springtime like a beacon is shining- through the branches- from the skies.
Happy Valentines Day
Paulien Bats art 6Originally uploaded by gumbootspearlz.
I love this picture by my friend Paulien. It seems an apt one to share on Valentines day.
Today all the mums with prep kids were invited to class just before the end of school. Our little ones had baked us jam tarts. They also wrote a little note of why we were Queen of their hearts…. very sweet. We played some games with them as they took over their classroom and hosted us for Valentine’s Day.
This is a poem I wrote for my first born (just about to turn 11 years old) and his father
Life lines
Imagine you gone
no you to share this life
spread out in the palm of
our tiny son’s hand
no life lines
leading me to see this worlds
in his grasp which comes so easily
to trust us
each finger folds
you and me
in a single stroke
he leads us to guide him
he touches our cheeks
and leaves affinity deep
within our grasp
our heartlines joined
have caused him to appear
as if he has always been
the answer which we sought
he recreates our fortunes
in curtain fig trees
stretched along the Strand.
As we read the stretch of lines in
each other’s Hands
& hold this phenomenon
so dear
so fragile
the palmistry of this beloved
unfurls
the universe
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June Paisa Perkins 