Riddle of the Sphinx (in Oedipus Rex by Sophocles)
What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?
A favorite quote:
"Eccentricity saved my life. It became my life. I thank God for it." Dorothea in the play "Eleemosynary" by Lee Blessing-
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Creative Threads
For such a long time – day in and day out
The brain has been stagnant with rot.
Too many decisions, too much stressful life
Ties creative threads in a knot.
Then comes an event that threatens to take
The last trace of promise away.
The terror and grief consume and expend
What’s left of the fervor to pray.
But praying is nothing that’s more or that’s less
Than interaction with Him.
A heart that converses and listens as well
Though static makes words and thoughts dim.
Unseen by the eye and unclear to the heart
The threads are beginning to mend.
God’s peace can untie and unite rigid cords
To make them creative again.
–Dawn Cawthon Behrens
Exquisitely expressed definition of the heart of God. When you know you are loved beyond measure, then you can learn to let the rest go. A beautiful poem, and one that will stay with me.
Thank you, Paula. I’m so glad the poem expressed what I meant to express.
lovely…..just lovely….
Thank you!
What a beautiful poem.
Thank you, Piglet.
Did you write it?
This poem? Yes.
Wow 🙂 Sorry I didn’t realise…it is indead beautiful.
That’s okay! 🙂 I wrote all the poems on my blog (except for the poem by Emily Dickinson “Hope is the Thing.” And I credited her.). My first name is where “Grandawn” comes from that my grandchildren call me. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Yep, I had a lightbulb moment!
🙂