A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Saint Basil The Great
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
(red clover blooms in a field of tall grass / Julie Cook / 2015)
I lose myself in the tall grass
Hidden from preying eyes
Inhibitions that lay chains upon the backs of the innocent
are lost in the tall grass
Running unhindered, unencumbered. . .finally free
The tiny and small feel brave and bold in the tall grass
I am safe in the tall grass
Resting from demanding voices
Fears that lay hold falsely around the necks of the virtuous
are banished in the tall grass
Basking uninhibited, joyously. . .finally at rest
The weak and the weary are at peace in the tall grass
I joyfully sing in the tall grass
Free to be who I wish to be
Songs soar on the wings of the grasshopper reaching happily
above the tall grass
Resting, musing, dreaming. . .finally happy
The innocent and pure feel happiness and joy in the tall grass
Julie, this is beautiful. For me it speaks of freedom to be the person God has created me to be. We are free in Christ! Thank you for giving us meaningful reflections every day.
Your writing soothes the soul delightfully, Dear Julie!!! Makes me want to dive into a lovely green field — and I adore Saint Basil’s line: “…he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.” What an ideal everyday mantra! Thank YOU!! 💕
I greatly appreciate that—and truly, something so simple, can indeed have such an impact. . .
Here’s to a day full of kindness and love!
Julie
I am there, beautiful
Oh so beautiful. I’ve never seen red clover but I love it. You made me want to wander in the grass for sure and look carefully at the clover. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤