Abba's Art

Tag: Tears

  • The Grief of “WHY?”

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    Fred D
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    Watching the horrendous scenes of the incomprehensible tragic devastation and loss of lives in the recent Texas floods, especially those so young, truly breaks my heart, reminding me how so undeservedly blessed I am! . . . by His Grace alone I’ve been spared the unimaginable grief of losing a child. The enemy delights using…

  • Thin Spaces and Bottled Tears

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    Fred D
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    Celtic Christians have a deep appreciation for nature and coined the term Thin Space . . . those transient, ephemeral moments when suddenly eternity seems to invade time, and heaven touches earth. Yesterday, my morning woods wander was graced with such a Thin Space interlude.  A brief cloudburst had soaked the forest in the fragrance…

  • Alter Ego #2

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    Fred D
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    A while back I began a collection of short, anonymous tributes to some of my wan-a-bee alter-egos who graciously blessed my life by being there to support and encourage me to keep-on-keeping on when life’s journey found me traveling unpaved roads. An alter ego is defined as one’s second self, a different version of one’s…

  • Drizzly Day Wanderings

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    Fred D
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    Wild berries captured my attention on today’s woods-wander. Perhaps it was the dampening drizzle, or the fading yellow Devil’s Club with its red fruits, that cast an uncharacteristic, slightly glum mood to my ever wandering musings.  It was a pair of raindrops that fixed my gaze. Precariously clinging to high-bush cranberries . . . they…

  • Tears of War

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    Fred D
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    I’m not particularly savvy regarding international diplomacy; politically astute; or a warmonger. However, … if this were your child … would you“…risk provoking a widening war…”  by sending jets for Ukrainian pilots to defend their country’s skies against a tyrannical despot bully who unconscionably shells and bombs women and children in their homes, schools, hospitals,…

  • Teardrops and Raindrops

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    Fred D
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    Tears of joy, and those of sorrow We know not which will fall tomorrow Raindrops upon a flower’s bloom Prompts dismissing teardrops’ gloom Our tears of grief, and those of loss Were all once shed upon a Cross He knows our grief, our pain and sorrow And saves each one to dry tomorrow “You know…