Rev. JULIE CHAI, MDiv
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November 27, 2011 at 9:13 pm
When everything unfinished is ok (if only for a moment) I stop what I’m doing and step outside to notice the splendor of spring I rejoice When the morning sun reaches under the cedars and the wind off the lake is calm the gentle, rich fragrance of violets hangs in the air I breathe deeply
November 27, 2011 at 8:52 pm
Merry Christmas to you my neighbor – the ones I know so well. A friendly hug now and then we stop and chat, catching up on health, family and neighborhood news. Or we drive by with a wave that says more than just hello. You know I care and we are there for each
November 27, 2011 at 8:41 pm
May the still, quiet beauty of the earth nourish your soul, fill your heart with love, and bless the world with peace.
November 27, 2011 at 8:30 pm
There is a holy moment between each restless urge. A quiet, waking moment on which the soul can splurge. It’s nothing you would fancy or grasp in eager clutch. Jewelry stores don’t carry it nor would a boutique’s hutch. It’s not in a meal that’s well prepared nor a drink so finely mixed. No mansion
November 27, 2011 at 8:03 pm
When love moves into the neighborhood a door to the heart is opened. The lonely child finds company. A rejected child receives affirmation. A tormented child is held firmly, gentled into safety. When love moves into the neighborhood help is but a door away. Leaves are raked. A drive way plowed. A sidewalk shoveled. A
November 27, 2011 at 4:50 pm
Wild sweet peas in shades of vibrant pinks mingle with tall grasses along the unmown roadway. A young snapping turtles dark green shelled body is visible inching across the road I pull over and move him along to the other side. Water, hills and sky of indigo, greens and forget-me-not blue mingle with the late
October 28, 2011 at 7:20 pm
When the sun kisses the trees and its getting harder to see A strange thing begins To happen to me Something swoops past my ear And arouses some fear Too fast for a bird At this time of night No flapping of wings Just a whoosh out of sight The bats are
October 28, 2011 at 7:09 pm
The mother reached down into the out stretched arms of the dark, curly haired little boy. So moved by the image, so universal in it’s scope, (was I in Korea, Iraq or Iran, Lebanon, Israel or Sudan?) I felt a lump well up in my throat. “Parents everywhere love their children, don’t they?” I said
October 28, 2011 at 7:05 pm
Sun shinning Rain falling Breeze blowing Neighbors visiting Children swimming Strangers walking Daisies rocketing Vines ripening Raspberries fruiting Fish fattening Frogs sunning Blue Heron hunting Mamma Duck quacking Squirrels snacking Dog, too tired, napping Nothing lacking
October 28, 2011 at 7:03 pm
When spring is but a promise, I remember the color of green and feel the warmth of the sun reflected in the melting snow. I hear spring peepers and imagine tadpoles abundant on the grassy edges of our pond. When the last snow falls (is it the last?) I welcome back the robins
