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Finished

In crucified agony,
breath crushed from within him,
Jesus summoned his strength to
speak one last time:
“It is finished.”

It is finished.

It is finished.

What is finished?
His life,
hope,
God’s plan,
the new community,
the way of love.
It seems that way
as his broken body
is removed.
Jesus and what he taught
and what he lived
appear over, done, eliminated
Truly finished.
So it seems to all the world.

Or could he mean something else?

Dare we wait . . .
and watch . . .
and wonder . . .
what is finished?

21 April 2014
Shire near the Hudson
Manhattan, New York

 

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Purple flowers on an egg

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Faberge presented the Big Egg Hunt as a fundraiser for Asia’s endangered elephants through Elephant Family and children in New York City through Studio in a School. Eggs were scattered across the city with QR codes to identify them. The idea being you were to find the eggs photograph them and tag them with the code. The eggs are now on display at Rockefeller Plaza. Makes them easier to find. Thanks to Tricia, Eric, Neal, and Jane who called this one to my attention.

18 April 2014
Rockefeller Center
Manhattan, New York

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Purple octopuses, not flowers, New York Aquarium

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Spotted these in the gift shop
and had to take their photo.

Perhaps they have a garden.

18 April 2014
New York Aquarium
Brooklyn, New York

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Earthen vessels

photo (63)A rainbow of people,
speaking many languages,
with a multitude of accents,
filled the car on the
uptown 1 Train
as we returned after viewing
All the Way.
And I pondered how far we have come;
and I grieved how far we have to go:
and I remembered how the people portrayed in the show,
Johnson, King, Carmichael, Humphrey:
flawed, earthen vessels all,
helped bend, however slightly,
the long arc of the moral universe towards justice;
and I gave thanks,
and I wondered how I might join that effort.

17 April 2014
Shire near the Hudson

 

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Why I like New York 37: courage

The pipes.

Some people hate them. Some people love them.

The pipes.

Even those of us who love them concede that some songs sound good on them. Some do not.

The pipes.

Scotland the Brave sounds good on them. Stairway to Heaven does not.

The pipes.

Some hymns work on them. Some do not.

The pipes.

Amazing Grace sounds good on them. How Great Thou Art does not.

But the lone piper of the Grand Central 7 train subway chose that hymn.

As poised as the lone piper who closes the tattoo, he played. How Great Thou Art.

I put two dollars in his cup.

To honor his courage.

See you along the Trail.

 

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There is you

Years roll on, time goes by,
there is you.

Tears do flow, tears do dry,
there is you.

Fears arise, fears subside,
there is you.

Many miles may divide,
there is you.

Sorrows fade, as does pain,
there is you.

Laughter, joy, love remain,
there is you.

And I give thanks.

For TDK
15 February 2014
Shire near the Hudson

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Scouring the Shire, part II

Shire

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15 February 2014

Physically exhausted,

emotionally drained,

the scouring continues.

After a nap.

See you along the Trail.

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Scouring the Shire

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15 February 2014

Snow blankets the Shire, powdered sugar on pastry.

The aroma of coffee, strong coffee, fills the air.

A friend comes to visit soon,

no mark on the door needed for me to know.

Time to prepare, to make ready, to clean.

photo (58)Enthusiasm seizes me, energy surges through me,

the scouring begins.

See you along the Trail.

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Home

Thanks to a friend, I will always know when I am home.

Shire

 

May everyone have reminders of safe places they can call home.

See you along the Trail.

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Facebook moments

Facebook moments.
The photo of a friend’s new baby.
The announcement of a new job.
The good news of a test passed.
The realization of shared values.
Bring a smile.

Facebook moments.
The departed family member.
The deceased friend.
Present in the Spirit.
Present in cyberspace.
Tug heartstrings.

Facebook moments.
Echoes through the past.
Reminders of what was.
Stabs of longing lost.
Taunts of what will never be.
Challenge us to change.

With gratitude for Myra Hutchins
11 February 2014
Shire near the Hudson

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