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Cornucopia

September 8, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The wave starts

from the west

and fans east

rounds the curve

and travels north

rustling applause

cicadas chirp-cheer

geese honk above

and tasseled heads

bob and nod

He is good

abundantly.

“Fields of golden grain in the land,

cresting the mountains in wild exhuberance

Cornucopias of praise, praises

springing from the city like grass from the earth.

May he never be forgotten,

His fame shine on like sunshine.

May all godless people enter his circle of blessing

and bless the One who blessed them.

Blessed God, Israel’s God,

the one and only wonder-working God!

Blessed always his blazing glory!

All earth brims with his glory.

Yes and Yes and Yes.”

Psalm 72:16-20 (Message)

Written yesterday breezy morning as I sat on my daughter’s porch waiting to take my grandgirl’s first-day-of-third-grade pictures.

Linked today to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.

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  1. Michael says

    September 8, 2010 at 9:43 am

    This was beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 11:23 am

      Thanks, Michael!

  2. Glynn says

    September 8, 2010 at 10:37 am

    I’m with Michael — this was beautiful — and like watching the wind blowing across the fields.

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 11:25 am

      Thanks, Glynn. It went from breezy to oh so windy as the day wore on. I had to break a tree apart that had fallen in my daughter’s lane in order to take Gracee home after school.

  3. brian says

    September 8, 2010 at 10:53 am

    He is so good…loved all the imagery through out…and shining his fame…smiles. a refreshing one shot!

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 11:25 am

      Thanks so much, Brian.

  4. S. Etole says

    September 8, 2010 at 10:55 am

    Enjoying your work abundantly ….

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 11:26 am

      You bless me abundantly.

  5. Eric Alder says

    September 8, 2010 at 1:06 pm

    It’s always good to capture those moments that inspire. Nice One Shot!

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:03 pm

      Thanks, Eric!

  6. Karen Lange says

    September 8, 2010 at 1:27 pm

    Wonderful!

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:03 pm

      😀

  7. Carol Garvin says

    September 8, 2010 at 3:02 pm

    Beautiful words, beautiful photos, beautiful child, beautiful thoughts. Praise God for every good gift. 🙂

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:04 pm

      Thanks so much, Carol.

  8. the wid0w says

    September 8, 2010 at 3:16 pm

    such a pretty piece, i could felt as though i was there watching it

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:05 pm

      Thank you, and welcome.

  9. Talon says

    September 8, 2010 at 4:55 pm

    Lovely…the words and the image both!

  10. Nikole Hahn says

    September 8, 2010 at 5:49 pm

    Beautiful. I love blogs where I can rest and breathe in the peace and beauty of another person’s words.

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:05 pm

      Awww, Nikole. Sweet. 🙂

  11. KB says

    September 8, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    Beautiful and the pics are lovely too.

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:06 pm

      Thanks. 🙂

  12. dustus says

    September 8, 2010 at 6:59 pm

    Enjoyed how you weave the wind among the other sounds of nature. Great image too.

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:06 pm

      Thanks!

  13. Gay Cannon says

    September 8, 2010 at 7:42 pm

    I grew up on the high plains. I have often experienced this. There’s a special indescribable sound that accompanies those waves quite different and more chilling than those of the ocean but when you’ve lived by both you know they’re connected. Beautiful. Thank you for posting, Gay (@beachanny).

    • Sandra says

      September 8, 2010 at 10:08 pm

      Very cool, Gay. Neat connection.

  14. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    September 8, 2010 at 10:21 pm

    Beautiful! Your grandgirl is lovely. 🙂

    Blessings,
    Susan

    • Sandra says

      September 9, 2010 at 11:30 am

      Thanks, Susan!

      I dreamed about you last night. I can’t remember why.

  15. pete marshall says

    September 9, 2010 at 2:32 pm

    such a beautiful piece..or maybe i should have sad peace!! late on the one shot rounds but thanks for sharing..pete

  16. Moondustwriter says

    September 9, 2010 at 5:22 pm

    All the beauty in the world on display for the master.

    Beautiful
    thanks for sharing on One Stop

    Moon Hugs

  17. Lynn Moshesr says

    September 11, 2010 at 4:21 pm

    Love it, love it, love it! You continue to amaze me! Love you!

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