[Faith-talk] Good Night Message for Sunday, August 26 2012

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Hi Paul -- I enjoy your evening posts.  Let me take a stab at this, although 
I am not normally one who appreciates poetry.  Some poetry I find to be 
downright annoying when it evokes all kinds of imagery that does nothing but 
obscure whatever it is trying to say.
Listening to your post again I think it is simply trying to say that good 
can come from harsh circumstances.  In fact, it seems to go a little further 
and say that it does do so regularly, somewhere in creation.  It also has 
the little inspirational part at the end that out of hardship can come great 
blessings and hidden strength for those who aren't weak.  Now that would be 
enough to scare me if I were in a situation requiring strength, but I think 
I would meditate on the rewards and a prayer for strength.
Does that make sense?
hHave a great week.
--le

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Paul" <oilofgladness47 at gmail.com>
To: <circkleofriends at yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 10:19 PM
Subject: [Faith-talk] Good Night Message for Sunday, August 26 2012


Hello and good day to you all or evening here in North America.  Sorry to be 
late, but I was out pretty much all day.  But now I'm back, hoping that we 
all, in our own unique ways, had a good time in the Lord today.

Charles Ross of Loveland CO graces our screen readers with his "Thoughts For 
Meditation," rendered as follows:

Cooling snow lies on the summit
Of some lofty Matterhorn.
An oasis decks the desert;
There's a rose beside the thorn.
Sparkling streams flow down the canyon
Of a rugged mountainside.
Gleaming flowers are in wastelands
Where the rattlesnakes abide,
And there's glory on the cactus
With a delicate perfume,
Though the prickly thorns repulse us
When the buds burst into bloom.

There are blessings in the hardships
That we mortals undergo.
There is strength gained by enduring
That the weak will never know.
Often, there are gemstones
Hidden in the roughest kind of rock;
There are treasures oft unbidden
Borne by ships that never dock.
There's an illness that is cured
By the promise in the bowl;
There's a shadow that's obscured
By the sunset's afterglow.

And there you have it for today.  For the life of me, I personally can't 
figure out how to meditate on these lines.  Maybe some of you are more open 
to this kind of poetry than the undersigned is.  Anyway hope you enjoyed 
reading it.

And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just keep us safe, 
individually and collectively, throughout this night or day and especially 
in these last days in which we live.  Your Christian brother and friend, 
Paul
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