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Peace and Justice
Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
We come before you, Lord,
crying out in a violent land,
crying for peace.
Conflict is tearing people apart.
Our brothers and sisters suffer around the world.
We share their pain.
As refugees search for a home in foreign lands, guide them.
As world leaders try to dialogue peacefully, give them wisdom.
As strangers knock on our doors, help us to welcome them.
You are the Almighty, the Prince of Peace!
Give us hope for tomorrow.
May your peace flow like a river through a dry land.
Amen.
GEORGE FLOYD - RIP!
NO JUSTICE - NO PEACE!!
This Girl cries after reading some Letter
The letter is in the form of scroll -
Anyhow, she might have got bad news from her husband/partner
"Time can bring you down.
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart.
Have you begging please...
Begging please..."
Taken @ Clef des Champs
24-70 2.8. I did not drop it or knock it, I have no idea how it happen, however I did take a selfie of myself,,
I took this shot at Beaulieu on a rainy day. This heart was hanging on the love-lock tree.
Posted for Bench Monday
“...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.” ― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning
......but I dont really care.....crying doesn't help, praying doesn't help, mourning doesn't either...and so what?
And Iris (eyewrisz) has once again managed to find the words that wouldn't come easily out of me.
look at the flowers for answers so true
they fight to survive and want to live too
you will get through this listen to me
and once again find beauty in all that you see
the tragedy has happened we feel so helpless for them all
where does one turn who can we call
the darkness prevails mostly at night
keep your mind focused and do what feels right
“My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you...."
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
~ Munia Khan
Last spring on my rural NC property, a feral cat abandoned her three babies when they were four months old, viciously chasing them away. I became their caretaker. They would hide in the bushes while I left food and wouldn’t begin eating until I was a few feet away. Gradually, they let me draw closer.
The female baby was the most traumatized and would sometimes cry and howl for her mother, then run through the woods looking for her. I named the little girl Cali.
This is a photo of Cali at six months old, still crying for mommy, as brother Mini watches over her. I tried to comfort her with soothing talk as I took the picture and then fed her a bowl of milk along with her favorite food.
A year has passed. I now feed the three youngsters on my front porch and recently they’ve begun letting me pet them. But they’re still wild animals and are afraid to enter my house.
Several weeks ago, Cali gave birth in the forest to four babies. A few days later she carried one in her mouth to place at my feet as an introduction. Within a month, she’d moved them onto my porch where there are plenty of places seek shelter.
Cali nurses her children in front of me and then sits with me on the steps as I pet her and the babies watch. It’s very clear she wants the babies to bond with me because she knows how I’ll treat them.
Cali is far more affectionate with the tiny kittens than her mother had been. She learned about kindness from being with me and is now passing it forward. I believe her children will continue the new tradition when the time comes.
After weeks of seeing no rain the garden was crying out for some and I was eager to fill my rain butts. Finally we got an overnight heavy downpour which left this Spirea Japonica covered in beads of rainwater.
Sad to see this old house in such a state.
It was once a family house in the 1870s, later a casino, and a restaurant in numerous guises.
if nobody loves me anymore
I might keep it simple, to find out what you're here for.
Just let me know.
I know I'm quiet, I don't bother every time.
You leave me crying, out to the sky.
You can tell me why
Love could be alive, if your love is not a lie, woah..
General Philip Sheridan before the 1875 Texas Legislature about the buffalo hunters..."These men have done in the last two years, and will do more in the next year, to settle the vexed Indian question, than the entire regular army has done in the last thirty years. They are destroying the Indian's commissary; if you will; but, for the sake of a lasting peace, let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffaloes are exterminated. Then your prairies can be covered with speckled cattle, and the festive cowboy, who follows the hunter as a second forerunner of an advanced civilization."