Thursday, July 23, 2009
~ sparkling delicately
~ moments of laughter/"a shoulder to laugh on"
~ the softness of a daydream
~ a speckle of sunshine in her works...
"It was under the white moon that I saw him,
The little white horse, with the neck arched high in pride.
Lovely his pride, delicate, no taint of self
No future of fear in this silver forest -
Only the perfect now in the white moondappled ride.
A flower-like body fashioned all of light,
For the speed of light, yet momentarily at rest,
Perfection of grass silver upon the crest
Of the hill,
snow in sun,
Of the shaken human spirit when God speaks
In His still small voice & for a breath of time
All is hushed; gone in a sigh, that perfection,
...a moonbeam astray in the silver night."
softly, gently, she recalls.
excerpts from 'The Little White Horse'
by Elizabeth Goudge
Tonight is a moondappled silvery night!
Tomorrow - filled with luminous speckles of sunshine!!
Most beautifully pleasant wishes!!!