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| The Flowers Jessie Willcox-Smith |
like a confectioner with sugar
your sweet melodies birds recite
and the blossoms your fingers uncover.
What is this array
but a bouquet of your arranging?
What is the soft form of my heart
but a confection or your own shaping?
This your menagerie of living things
too delicate to last and too pretty to eat,
but yet a shame not to savor
delicacies so sweet...
from poem The Sweetness of Promise
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It is a land the Lord your God cares for; the eyes of the Lord your God are continually on it from the beginning of the year to its end. So if you faithfully obey the commands I am giving you today—to love the Lord your God and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul— then I will send rain on your land in its season, both autumn and spring rains, so that you may gather in your grain, new wine and olive oil. I will provide grass in the fields for your cattle, and you will eat and be satisfied.
Deuteronomy 11:12-15 NIV
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