Hardened hearts

They are darkened in their understanding,
alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them,
due to their hardness of heart.

Ephesians 4:18


(a late season skipper clings to a leaf / Julie Cook / 2017)

Fragility now clings to a precarious and soon forgotten leaf.
The tattered and worn wings only possess a fading splash of the colors that once were.
The winds are shifting signaling a change is imminent.
Time is of the essence.

And yet the nations have hardened their hearts.

They stubbornly ignore the signs, the warnings, the words.
They are too busy caught up in the pettiness of their times..
drunk on an illusion yet fully digested.

Their ears have turned deaf.
While smug arrogance replaces the wonderment of awe.
Fearful amazement discarded for the bravado of self.

The hand was offered.
The blood long shed
The Hope clearly promised
And still they turn away.

And the faithful cry…Come Lord Jesus, Come

“There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars.
On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and
tossing of the sea.
People will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world,
for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.
At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and
great glory. When these things begin to take place,
stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”

Luke 21:25-28

small wonders amongst the heather

“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.”
Emily Dickinson

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(cobweb skipper feeding on the heather–Mexican Heather as Scottish Heather cannot tolerate Georgia’s heat / Julie Cook / 2014)

Flowers of the Moorland
Wild flowers of the moorland, ye are very dear to me;
Ye lure my dreaming memory as clover does the bee;
Ye bring back all my childhood loved, when freedom, joy and health
Had never thought of wearing chains to fetter fame and wealth.

Wild blossoms of the common land, brave tenants of the earth,
Your breathings were among the first that helped my spirit’s birth;
For how my busy brain would dream and how my heart would burn,
Where gorse and heather flung their arms above the forest fern.

Eliza Cook
(English poet 1818-1889)

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(cobweb skipper and bumble bee feeding on the heather / Julie Cook / 2014)

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(cobweb skipper feeding on the heather / Julie Cook / 2014)