Swiftly fly the years

  Another day is ending with a glorious display. Most of us don’t ponder mathematical equations or physical principles when we think about sunsets or “time”. However, since our beginning, “time’s” mysteries and brevity have filled the minds of writers, poets and composers, prophets and preachers, philosophers and scientists— and especially old men! God existsContinue reading “Swiftly fly the years”

Wherever the Sun Sets…

No matter what corner of the world in which we reside and despite what has transpired during our “today”, wherever and whenever the sun sets, the day’s end is announced by a fleeting but stunningly beautiful, soul-touching pause. Between the busyness of our day’s events and the “coming to terms with” them, the splendor ofContinue reading “Wherever the Sun Sets…”

Slack Tide

Oddly enough, this canoe facing a setting sun reminds me of two people, my grandmother Viola Bancroft Preble (1886-1973) and Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892). They never met but briefly were contemporaries! My grandmother loved to read his poetry to us when we were children. One might question the appropriateness of reading The Charge of theContinue reading “Slack Tide”