Consider This

 

 

 

We are broken.

 

But guess what?

 

All you have to do is look out your window

 

or 

 

be even more daring:

 

go outside 

 

and 

 

examine the flowers of the field.

 

 

 

For most of us, the landscape is barely

 

waking up 

 

from a long death

 

yet your eyes do not deceive you.

 

Life rises again.

 

 

 

If the flower that falls 

 

and 

 

blooms again in such splendor 

 

can ecstatically shout 

Hallelujah

 

then 

 

so can I.

 

Life will rise again.

 

Happy Easter.

 

Are you glad? Listen to the music and find out.

My teeth are now gray

but 

my soul smiles brighter

than it did 

in 

my youth.

anita pelayo rivera les dame d'abord

You will have to

read between the lines

around my mouth

to

understand my entire story.

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

With my 61st birthday coming

and the celebration 

of 

the resurrection of my faith

I am glad.

Are you glad for who you are becoming

and what you hope in?

My Life

has been beautifully

dérangée...

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slightly disordered

and 

disrupted.

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But as I examine the 

external forces beyond

that have slowed me down lately 

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I treasure

the greater might

within me...

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within 

you. 

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Internal Peace 

is

For All Seasons.

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Wishing you the most beautiful

 

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and 

peace-filled

Easter, Passover afterglow

and all the other

celebrations 

of 

YOUR LIFE.

So Then

I've been thinking.

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I've been thinking about the


swollen purple fists

  

in my garden

 

that will rise

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then fall dead before my eyes.


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I've been thinking.

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I've been thinking about

the wings in my tree 

that have fluttered down 

as one pulse with me

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only to fly off and 


be no more.

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Then there are

the hydrangeas

that stand along the fence 

like stiff soldiers  

without protest.

Withered in the snow

they wait for their dazzling

  

heads to nod victory

when the battle is

over.

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Then I started to think about 

myself.

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About us.

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Because if a flower that

cannot bleed

dies

to shed its seed 

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and if a bird that cannot cry

 

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sings humble praise to the

most high 

unknown

then that which comes 

and goes on

must 

RISE AGAIN. 


*****

~So then~

  
What about Us Who Can Love?

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Love is forever but it starts now. 
 
Happy Life Eternal, Everybody.

Sunday 31 March 2013 


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