Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Hare in the City


Image: "Hare in the City" by Deborah Sheehy.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Waterfall


With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide, and call,
As if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd
Ling'ring, and were of this steep place afraid;
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end,
But quicken’d by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.

Dear stream! dear bank, where often I
Have sate and pleas’d my pensive eye,
Why, since each drop of thy quick store
Runs thither whence it flow’d before,
Should poor souls fear a shade or night,
Who came, sure, from a sea of light?
Or since those drops are all sent back
So sure to thee, that none doth lack,
Why should frail flesh doubt any more
That what God takes, he’ll not restore?

Henry Vaughan (1622-1695)
Excerpted from "The Waterfall"

Image: Subjects and photographer unknown.

Saturday, April 2, 2016