he brought them in farmer-hand, showed me, raspberry flowers, bowed head waiting, and i saw in him the boy of yester-year, my husband's father made little in beauty-awe, and i took the weed-flower which he'd picked for me and cut the stem and stuck it in water-glass and i saw the smile on lips, shy farmer running calloused hand grey-hair-through. then he turned on muddy heel, stepped back into the wooded quiet where he walks amongst the deer.
and i find in these weeds the kingdom-holy. what we must seek, not found in bouquet-petals nor diamond shop. the beauty hidden deep.
go, then, friend... dig hard weekend soil and unearth flowers, rare.
linking up with L.L.'s On, In, and Around Mondays
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The kingdom-holy. I want that. Seems to be hidden a little deeper lately. Guess I've just forgotten where to look. And how to be. Thanks, Em.
..deep hidden beauties...oh emily - i so love your poems, your words, like you see and respect the things not easily seen..god for sure lets you see the world through his eyes - and i so enjoy that you take us with you on the journey...thanks
Sweet, Emily! You capture the image so well. I can see your father-in-law . . "running calloused hand grey-hair-through". How precious. Made me remember mine. Gone now, but he too was young and old all at once. Thanks.
I will keep my heart open ...
so perfect, Emily.
hugs,
deb
Raspberry flowers
sweet, sticky
juice
splattering His love
absorb it all
such a sweet picture you describe. love your words. :)
beauty hidden deep
So so true! I feel as though I am sometimes walking along the beach searching for sand dollars and I know, I just know that they are right underneath my nose!
So much like my own husband's father, also a farmer. He lost his farm a few years ago - sold it to care for his wife with Alzheimers - the farm which had been in his family for 200 years - the farm he brought back to life with his two hands and hard work and the help of his son, who dreamed of owning it himself, someday. But some dreams are not fulfilled in this world.
I know your love for this man and your appreciation for his simple gift meant so much. Thank you for these words of beauty and truth, this morning.
i like this...it paints a beautiful picture and is encouraging.
wonder is in it.
Ohhhh....I love...the words are magical, but also...the tiredness of the stem which suggest a long journey of anticipation. So precious.
What a precious picture you paint with your words Em. I can feel the tenderness in his gift.
I will look for Him in the hidden things. You enrich and bless sweet girl.
Lovely, just lovely Em - "in weeds the kingdom-holy".
Thankful that you're looking - thank you for encouraging to look.
blessings on your weekend.
peace,
H
Beautifully spoken, Em. Through your tender words I see my brother, and the wonderful man that he is. And my tears fall on to the computer desk as I think and remember memories of the past. Thanks. Love you!
I will Emily :)
xx
God's presence shows up in the loveliest of ways ...
Beautiful imagery in both photo and poetry.
peace in your kingdom...
Naila Moon
http://onegreatbigmashuganaworld.blogspot.com/
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Amen and amen sister.<3
"and I find in these weeds the kingdom-holy"
Love that. The way you sequence words appeals to me.
beautiful site you have....love the inspirational words.
weeds the kingdom holy...ah yes always. i am so happy to stop here today for this ...digger that i am..
Your words soothe weary soul. I am looking, but it's hard to find, I admit. My family grieves that my mother-in-law's cancer has metastasized. We gather around her. Praying. I know you know this pain. I come here looking for solace. And I find it. Thank you, Emily.
i kinda wish I could come over for coffee or tea or whatever. your words make my soul leap.
This is beautiful. The simple things in life are sometimes the most significant.
I love flowers, wherever they are found. :)
Sure, you can link any day's piece to On, In and Around Mondays. It's part of the nature of the thing. Thanks for linking up!
Summer's simple beauty found in summer jars and glasses...beautiful.
Blessings.
Okay, I said "summer" twice in one sentence. I must be in love with it. ;-)
Yes, absolutely, beauty in the mundane, the unexpected. We must find it this way too in order to be really transformed, I think. Beautiful.
this is very cute!
This. Is. Beautiful.
I must linger here.
Those words you put together painted such a picture in my mind..beautiful!
Your baby is so so cute and your photo's are amazing.
I am visiting and now following from Over 40 FF. I hope when you have the chance you will stop by for a visit..
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Did I tell you I love the music too?
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