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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

A Gem in the City

What a gem,
in the middle of downtown Des Moines,
to find this church,
looking as it belongs in England.
It is gorgeous inside and out.


Sunday, June 16, 2013

God's Mysterious Ways

Most, if not all,
of the photos I post here
are pictures I've taken
with my "nice" camera.
This photo was taken
on my smart phone.
I was driving home
and the sunset was gorgeous.
I was regretting not having
my camera with me.
The sunset was so beautiful,
I just had to pull over and 
at least try to get some image
on my phone.
This is the photo I took.
I was blown away by the image.
God works in mysterious ways.


Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Cathederal Church of St.Paul


But Jesus said,

“Let the little children come to me 

and do not hinder them, 

for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”

Matthew 19:14


The Cathederal Church of St. Paul, 815 High Street, Des Moines, Iowa

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Going Out

I only went out for a walk
and finally concluded to stay out
till sundown,
for going out,
I found,
was really going in.
~ John Muir ~

(This is one of my favorite quotes about nature and life.)


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

One is Too Few


If one daffodil

is worth a thousand pleasures,

then one is too few.

~ William Wordsworth ~


Sunday, June 9, 2013

Early Morning

Courthouse in Manchester, Iowa
very early one morning
as the sun was just creeping in.


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Water and Tears

Don't be ashamed to weep;

 'tis right to grieve.

 Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, 

and fruit cannot grow without water. 

But there must be sunlight also. 

A wounded heart will heal in time, 

and when it does, 

the memory and love of our lost ones 

is sealed inside to comfort us.

~ Brian Jacques ~


In memory of Kathlynn Sheperd of Dayton, Iowa.

Taken from Earth,

wrapped safely in God's arms.



Friday, June 7, 2013

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 


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