GRACE IS LOVE

OFF THE CUFF Writing

When I think of Love I think of Grace In October

For me, the grace of October is manifold – John and moi first met in October, we celebrate our birthdays and honor his mother’s celestial rest.  We enjoy the cottage in nature, fishing, long walks with our doggies and gazing at the stars.  That’s why I wish to draw out Love this October.

O Grace

Grace enters gently in the crowds of wandering souls, sprinkling dewy drops of hopeful things to come. She draws Love in the path of wisdom, gaining humble understanding and gives them roses of pure Love.

O Grace

Pour down your loveliness upon the universe because your bountiful Grace is Love.

yours truly…scribe for love

CREATURELINESS

Image by Fractal Art

POETRY

The Holy One showers Beauty

declares a new moon, a Hibiscus closing, a purple sunset or a frightful tsunami,

a person dies, a baby is born

These things and everything else stand omnipotent

Such is nature –  surprisingly awesome

Should we not gather to declare God’s Glory?

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“The clearest sensation that a human being has when he experiences the holy is an overpowering and overwhelming sense of creatureliness.  That is, when we are in the presence of God, we are humbled and become most aware of ourselves as creatures.  This is the opposite of Satan’s original temptation, “You shall be as gods.”

–R.C. Sproul

THE MOTHER

Photograph by EcoSeasons

Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Mother

Abortions will not let you forget.

You remember the children you got that you did not get…

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children…

You were born, you had body, you died.

It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.

Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I love you all.

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…God forgives each mother’s grieving act…

 

 

ANGEL OF HAPPINESS

Poem by J. Hinkle

“Happiness is an inside job that comes from living our lives to the fullest,

And enjoying all the little things around us.

Happiness is not money, nor job, nor house.

Happiness is when you are satisfied to be you when you like the face in the mirror.

Happiness is peace of mind.

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…All of us are created to be angels of happiness…

A MOTHER’S LOVE

Poem by Helen Steiner Rice

A Mother’s Love

A mother’s love is something that no one can explain,

It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may for nothing can destroy it

or take that love away…

A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence of God’s tender guiding hand.

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…a mother’s love is easy with God’s touch…

This poem is dedicated to Christopher