Friday, August 20, 2010

The Man Who Could Not See

How do you tell of color
To a man whose eyes lack sight?
How can you tell of sunrise
If he cannot see the light?

How can you play him music
If he cannot hear the words?
How can he smile and sing along
If he has never heard?

If you let him have a Hershey’s bar
You know it’d go to waste—
He wouldn’t care for chocolate
If the fellow could not taste.

Why would he touch a rabbit’s fur
If he has never felt?
Does he know of cookies baking 
If the man has never smelt?

But even if he knew the world,
If he could see and hear:
If he could feel and smell and taste
And lived a hundred years,

If he heard every pretty tune
And saw all gorgeous things
He never could know happiness
If he knew not the King.

~ © Andrea Grace

Monday, August 16, 2010

Butterflies and Moths

 A photogenic butterfly who very obligingly sat still on a rock and presented me with this charming view of itself in all its glory.

This is just some moth we found on our front door. It's really tiny, but I thought it was pretty.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

A Time To Laugh

I love to laugh!
Loud and long and clear
I love to laugh
So everybody can hear!
The more I laugh,
The more I’m filled with glee
And the more the glee...
The more I’m a merrier me!

     We live on a battlefield, we Christians. We are constantly embroiled in thick, nasty messes of figurative bloody gore, from which we emerge pained and wounded but all the stronger for it. We are called to be strong and wise and constantly on the alert. We are a fierce people! Gravity is welcomed in our lives; in fact, it is a prized virtue. Sobriety and solemnity are touted as superior qualities, and silliness is frowned upon disapprovingly. And in many ways and places it is certainly so. There are some things which are, without question, no laughing matter: some battles which are too serious to take lightly. Life is not a game.

     But you know something? I think silliness has its place.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


     Isn’t it funny how people love dogs? Man’s best friend and all that. If you think about, the love for an animal is something decidedly odd. Dogs are rather nasty. They lick themselves in places I’d rather not mention, they eat strange things they find off the floor, and their way of showing affection is to salivate all over your face. Many’s the time I’ve had to wipe an obscuring fog of canine slobber from the lenses of my glasses. If it were a person, even any of my closest friends, who decided to drool on me in such an appalling fashion, I’m sorry but I would have no option but to haul off and punch you in the nose. And yet I laugh at dogs (unless, of course, their slobbery affection comes too close to my mouth). Countless times I’ve been knocked unceremoniously to the floor by an overly exuberant mongrel. I’ve even been sat upon by a ninety-five-pound Rottweiler. And yet I can still tolerate those socially unacceptable beasts.

     And I say to myself, “Why?” And I ask myself, “Wherefore?”

     And I answer myself…