Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him. With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” (Luke 12:27)
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Amen, twice. Lovely!
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Thank you! This season adds so much color to our experience of the natural world. Enjoy.
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Fr. Ron, Fall provides abundant splendor, and your talents as a photographer capture it so well. Several of these photos have paths. I am always intrigued by photos and paintings with paths. Where do they lead? What surprises lie ahead?
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A metaphor for life; a mindset of hope. A bit of color along the way helps!
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