Today’s poem is by Cynthia Guenther Richardson, a retired addictions/mental health counsellor and also a manager of home care services for elderly folks, who has worked in the field of human services for thirty years. She believes that language can illuminate, even renew life. She lets nature guides her in enrichment of body, mind and soul.
Seeking serenity is a way of life for her, a nourishment she cannot live well without. She writesIt may have been intensified by troublesome times as a child and young adult but it has nonetheless been a natural impulse as long as I can remember. In any case, it is a powerful key to a kind of magic guidebook for living richly. Why wouldn’t I use it all the time? {A Master Key to Contentment}
In her texts she might ask us to come to see order in the messy jumble of life, and renewed creation stirring in the design of every universal interaction.
Like pebbles tossed into water, nature’s actions and reactions are a demonstration of exquisite unity and symbiosis. And in human connections–slight as a fast second on the street or ongoing as a long partnership – there are various manifestations of energy exchanged, networks of coexistence revealed. {A Master Key to Contentment}
When looking at life she recognises
It’s a numinous life we are born with and into, and its mystical ways seem to me at once ordinary and exotic. All we have to do is turn around to see evidence of a stupendous wisdom. Deep beauty. Even when there is tragedy to throw us off. Even when there is rancorous pain that wars with a need for kind relief. {A Master Key to Contentment}
That is what we ask our readers, to look around them, to see the beauty of nature and if they would not mind even come to see the Hand behind it all, coming to see the Mighty Power of the Divine Creator.
In the midst of the odd wilderness of humanness we may look at man in that huge universe, a world which can fill us with so many things are can let us feel so small.
For today’s writer
Thirst fills me
with a hunger
for small exquisites
which do not rend
the hearts of humans
nor our collective body.
Let me savor any common psalm
to goodness this world has made,
follow paths of ubiquitous light,
stay the cynic for a moment of wonder
so we may wield our will to spare its virtue. {Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Goodness of this World}
Goodness of this World – Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson
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Preceding articles
Sensitive trees for insensitive man
Showing the beauties of nature
Winter and Spring wonders of nature showing the Master’s Hand
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Additional reading
- Human beings and creation
- Taking care of mother earth
- Tu B’Shvat, the holiday of the trees
- Time to consider how to care for our common home
- The Presence of God
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Further reading
- Thoughts about Gates
- An Alien World #2
- Magical Sun Pillar
- Land of Lilliput
- Night’s Innocence
- I Just Know There’s One In This Group Asking ‘Are We There Yet?’
- Remember When…
- Heaven on earth
- Perspectives in Immersion and Reality
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Photos by Cynthia Guenther Richardson
The tenor of life may seem
to be thin, reedy, misaligned,
a shriek, a gasp amid muted din,
sudden ruptures in connection
that will not relay joy. Yet here
we remain, humans among all others,
with myriad moments and settings
for mystery and mindfulness
to release a sweep of harmony.
I say Peace, my soul, be well moved
and please may peace follow
you and you and more than you.
Thank you for further sharing my thoughts and poems. Blessings and regards your way.
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