even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these
"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
"Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
"And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
"And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
"Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?" | Matthew 6:26-30
. . . .
"But one thing was certain: I had never thought at all how it might be with her when I turned first to the Fox and then to Psyche. For it had been somehow settled in my mind from the very beginning that I was the pitiable and ill-used one. She had her gold curls, hadn't she?" | C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces, p. 256
. . . .
"Why do people keep asking to see
God's identity papers
when the darkness opening into morning
is more than enough?
Certainly any god might turn away in disgust.
Think of Sheba approaching
the kingdom of Solomon.
Do you think she had to ask,
'Is this the place?'" | Mary Oliver, "I Wake Close to Morning," Felicity, p. 19
Recent readings that have been on my mind in one form or another. And photos from Glacier NP just because—because being in the grandiosity of the natural world reminds me how small my anxieties and worries are in the great scheme of things. And in the throes of the daily grind, this is something to be remembered. piano piano.
Didn't you love Til We Have Faces?
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