Visual Journey 103

Silent Blessings

A beautiful sunset after an unusually cloudy day earlier this week.

Silent Blessing


The mountain rain
asks nothing of us
but trust.

Still, the cactus
opens anyway.

The sky darkens,
the earth waits,
and something greater than us
keeps moving closer
through silence.

Not everything sacred
arrives all at once.

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When Death Comes
By Mary Oliver


When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

In remembrance of Raymond John Lutz

October 28, 1947 ~ April 28, 2026

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Peace and Love,

~Char