Friday, April 26, 2019

The Place Within

A place within
when we begin
very soon
 it seems
the end is drawing in
 but we do know
it is
the new beginning.

is within us all along
the coming Home
is living in Presence
we have always known.

  - written 8.45am on April 26, 2019 -

Friday, April 19, 2019

From Long Ago

I have travelled on from those times.
I am here now,
dancing through this day.
Wherever I go,
You sing me back Home.
I am never alone.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

For One And All

 Thank you for your comment
I am grateful to know
the serenity flows
to you.

This card I found in a gallery,
the geese and
the shepherd lady
called me over,
then I wondered why
there is all grass
but no blue sky.

The edge is right upon her head
and then I wondered
until she said,
'I am walking with the geese
they are content
and so am I
we all know there is a sky.

Just see the scene
and feel serene.'

And I do
May you do too. 

Dear Friends,
this is my 400th post 
Come Blossom Come Fruit.

The photo above is of a card 
and a painting.
It is a beautiful offering
those who
are shepherds in their day
simply leading the way.

The little poem 
is post 397, called The Bridge.
It was written only hours ago
whilst I was looking closely. 

Blessings and Peace
 to all this Easter Week
with love from Bee xx

Whispering In The Honey Myrtles

Autumn days
honeysuckles sway
I hear the turtle dove
in these trees
as you sweet precious 
sing to me

As you sing
I listen for more 
like never before
for the singing brings
my healing


At Eastertime And Ever On

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that
     I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self 
     that we are born to eternal life.

              - Saint Francis of Assisi  

(Written in the Thirteenth Century in Italy)

The Bridge

You know
we go 
with you.

Some days
when the grass is wet
our way 
is slow
to follow
as you walk ahead 
but all is known
 nothing is said
a candle lights above our heads.

The Green Bridge, 1926
Painting by Ethel Spowers (1890-1947)

Design Edition Habit Press, Australia 2014

- o O o -

Friday, April 5, 2019

Then She Said. Are you Tender With The Plants?

Then she said. 
Are you tender with the plants?

As much as we can be, he said to me.
And now you see
what a delightful surprise 
there came to be.
- o O o -

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Living Treasures

Every year in March
I wait by the bare earth
for any little sighting of new birth
and the ever increasing joy of 

First there is a tiny sign
growing higher,
then a white tip and a white stem
then one always comes first
beautiful little crocus
showing itself 
and growing itself 
in a day to be a little mauve bud
then an open bloom,
then a few little buds around
and finally the sound
of me cheering
the happy family...

Pink Love Shining Brightly