Here is a bit of a conversation ( prayer) between Jesus and God with Jesus talking about us.
“I pray not that you should take them out of the world, but that you God keep them from the evil . They are not of the world even as I am not of the world. Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth. John 17: 15-17
Help me Sandy to continue to believe because you have prayed for me. The conversation starts and ends in John 17. A loving prayer by Jesus about us.
a lake , a fjordan, a fjord,
or
rain from the sky.
A magnificent world.
Press on the photograph to see it.
We walked right to the lake, but the battery went dead , and this was my last photo till we were back at Bugzy.
Here is how it made me feel
The grey pressing eyelids of a side way eye
Squeezing glazier tears to a watchful, hungry lake.
Water travelling from solid bluegreen ice
To a white bolder strewn river
to rapid frothy white forceful falls
Integrates itself smoothly reflectively into a clashing turquoise green with the more acceptable greens of the trees and grass.
Stay where you are diamond beauty
Don't cry for what is below
Grow in the winter and reced in the summer's sun but stay as beautiful as you are.
Stay powerful
Fling rocks
Smooth rocks
Leave holes
But stay the wild beauty you are.
Briksdalsbreen is so accessible
an arm of Jostedalsbreen glacier 25 km from the village of Olden.
Stay beautiful, and don't make us cry.
The glacier attracted international attention in the 1990s, as it was growing at a time when other Europeam glaciers were in decline.
After 2000, the glacier once again receded.
I don’t know exactly how it is doing now, except there are posters along the way showing where it had been in years past, and that was sad to see.
It was said that there had been a great big fall of ice yesterday. May was so warm that all along the walk, there were the smaller wild flowers. A long the roads we travel Foxgloves, lupins, and daisies are the ones we see mostly.
A beautiful place.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂
PS
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier..
Barbra Kingsolver (1955 Ameeicsn novelist , essayist and poet.)
A person who keeps company with glaciers comes to feel tolerably insignificant by and by.
Mark Twain