Remembering Spring

selah_candace_rose_blossom_1This feels like forever ago. I found these photos left on my camera while I was in Germany, and they were already a few months old! Now they are even older, and we are deep into fall so I want to remember spring for a day!selah_candace_rose_blossom_2 selah_candace_rose_blossom_3

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A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master

Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He came.

Out of the woods my Master went,
And He was well content.
Out of the woods my Master came,
Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
‘Twas on a tree they slew Him — last
When out of the woods He came.

A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master by Sidney Lanier

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