ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world. ~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
In my hands it will fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.