SkyWatch ~ and God picked up a brush . . . .

and, with great exuberance



made magic in the skies . . . .



as, with startling suddenness



the dome of sky glowed with pure wonder.



Please enlarge for greatest enjoyment ... if nothing else, at least
the last one.

To be continued, God willing, next week . . .

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Thank you SkyWatch Team for the opportunity to share and enjoy.

Renee has grown Wings

Renee and Wahid at a happy family wedding.



Now Renee has earned her wings and her worldly sufferings are over.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot chose the colours,
He worketh steadily.

Oftentimes He weaveth sorrow
and I , in foolish pride,
forget that He seeth the upper
and I the under side.

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why

the dark hreads are as needful
in the weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern he has planned.

Anonymous

Farwell dear Renee ... wherever the light shines, a tree will grow.

TODAY'S FLOWERS ~ Roses for Renee

Our dear, dear blog and sisterfriend Renee is preparing for
her final journey. We, her friends, feel helpless at the thought
of her being plucked from our midst.



May the scent of these roses ease her passage and fill the
the sails of her ship as she heads into the sunset.



Safe journey dear, loving, laughing friend. You gave us so much joy!



Drift lightly like the rose petals into the hands of God.

Thoughts

When very small

I used to wonder
whence we came

and wither we would wander

*

Now, having eached

a grey-haired age

I am neither

wise nor sage

*

The dreams I dreamt

the paths I trod

have led no closer

or nearer to God.

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