"Unmarked Boxes"
God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater down into a flowerbed.
As roses, up from ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open.
~Rumi
In other news...
The Azaleas have bloomed in my yard.
12 comments:
BEautiful as always Leigh. You have a way to make me inspired even when I don't feel like it..
Stunning post... thank-you for the message of joy! :))
Beautiful photos, too...
xo
patty@ www.findingserendipity.com {i can't even post comments from my primary blog?-it's self-hosted}
"ever" not "even"--sry!
Beautiful shots. The colour is returning.
LisaDay
Beautiful post. I'm envious of the color. Everything here is still mostly gray and brown.
Beautiful shots. I can't wait to see more blooms here.
Love the poem, love the azaleas.
(mine have bloomed, too)
=)
WOW, love those azalea blossoms! Gorgeous!
Love those Leigh- I had to go buy them in a pot. I would so love it if I had them blooming like that in my yard.
I am loving that spring is here!
Beautiful and Beautiful.
I can't wait for my to bloom! Beautiful and what I wouldn't give for a walk alone.
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