Abba's Art

Tag: Poetry

  • Seasons

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    Fred D
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    “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die” Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 Nature’s seasons mirror life’s course: Spring – Birth                               Summer – Youth                                                                   Fall – Adult                                                                                           Winter –  Death I’m in my AM season of life – Advanced Maturity…

  • Joy And Sorrow

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    Fred D
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    “Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalms 30:5 The two recent tragic airline disasters in Philadelphia and DC accentuated the unknown brevity of this life we’ve all been given. The Philadelphia crash was especially poignant to  me. It occurred less than 2 miles from the home where I grew…

  • Wonder and Gratitude

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    Fred D
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    The splendor of a lily bursting into bloom today immersed me in wonder and gratitude. Wonder of my Creator’s immeasurable greatness . . . Gratitude that the One who decks the fields with flowers (Luke 12:27); numbers and names the stars (Psalm 147:4); knit this infinitesimally small, wayward prodigal together in my mother’s womb (Psalm…

  • Shuffling Through The Fallen

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    Fred D
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    Gary is a fellow ‘advanced state of maturity’ 😊blogger and Minnesota wilderness wanderer. Today he posted this poetically poignant fall musing . . . “I am the one gasping as a wind gust removes a hundred leaves to flutter. Up till now they have merrily waved at me all summer through life’s winds. Most of…

  • Roses and Raindrops

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    Fred D
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    Fragrance of roses drifted on the fresh air cleansed by the passing storm. The sweet scent and lingering raindrops clinging to vivid pink petals created one of those ethereal ‘eternal instant’ moments sensing the unspeakable wonder of God’s creation, bathed in comfort of His unconditional love. I came across this poem ascribed to a 13th…