quiet life
the only life
I can live
want to live
wild roses
and windmills
on country roads
Images: Reusable Art
quiet life
the only life
I can live
want to live
wild roses
and windmills
on country roads
Images: Reusable Art
They that sow in tears
shall reap in joy.
He that goeth forth and weepeth,
bearing precious seed,
shall doubtless come again
with rejoicing,
bringing his sheaves with him.
Psalm 126: 5 – 6 (KJV)
Ellen Grace Olinger
how small the song
of an unknown bird
quiet memories
*
praying the Psalms
old rose bush leans
against evergreens
*
lake and sky
the same color
Autumn Equinox
*
late November
sun fills a glass
for a time
Time Of Singing, Fall 2013
*
staying with the light
I read in different corners
of the house
*
how still
the winter landscape
I whisper the Psalms
*
sunrise
daffodils bowed by rain
recover
*
I wonder
what today’s poem may be
lilacs in the wind
*
Ellen Grace Olinger
A quiet morning by Lake Michigan in Wisconsin, and I am so grateful. The years flow through my mind – the wonderful and sometimes hard chapters within the years.
I believe in God and His love and vision for my life, as this all unfolds one moment at a time.
cup of coffee
by the water
this day to God
Ellen Grace Olinger