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still saturday: purge our eyes

June 14, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

chacha

Our Haitian guide called this a cha-cha tree. He said the beans were dried and used for shakers (like maracas or rattles?) and that when he was a kid, he and his friends used them as play swords.

 

Lord, purge our eyes to see

Within the seed a tree

Within the glowing egg a bird,

Within the shroud a butterfly.

Till taught by such, we see

Beyond all creatures Thee;

And hearken for Thy tender word,

And hear it, “Fear not: it is I.”

~Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Stilled to see,

Sandy

Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.



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  1. Kris says

    June 15, 2013 at 6:56 am

    Yes, praying these words this week as I step away from the din of Facebook and twitter–Lord purge my eyes, that I might truly see… Thanks, Sandy. Praying your weekend is beautiful and blessed.

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 8:23 am

      Praying this for you, too, dear friend. Rest.

  2. Sylvia R says

    June 15, 2013 at 7:02 am

    Yes. Beautiful. Thank you, Sandy. (And what a seedpod! One like that gets our attention! But may my eyes be purged so I might see within it life’s promise from Him.)

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 8:22 am

      Amazing, isn’t it? The pod. Him.

  3. Mia says

    June 15, 2013 at 7:14 am

    Dear Sandy
    Since our Lord Jesus is the source of all life, it just stands to reason that He is within all new budding live! What a great poem, thanks!
    Much love XX
    Mia

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 8:21 am

      The thought of purged eyes… that really grabbed my attention. Love to you today, dear Mia.

  4. Linda Stoll says

    June 15, 2013 at 8:17 am

    Hi Sandra ~ It’s been awhile since I’ve dropped in, but I thought the welcome mat might still be out!

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 8:20 am

      Always, Linda! And a scone with your name on it. 🙂

      • Linda Stoll says

        June 15, 2013 at 8:28 am

        yummy! I”ll bring a pot of tea …

        • Sandra says

          June 15, 2013 at 11:19 am

          Yay! I’m pulling out the fancy cups.

  5. Carrie says

    June 15, 2013 at 10:14 am

    Oh, I adore this! I’m definitely saving in my favorites folder. Thank you for sharing!

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 11:20 am

      I’m glad, Carrie. Have a beautiful weekend and several slices of stillness.

  6. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    June 15, 2013 at 10:59 am

    I was blessed to have a “still” end of the week at the beach – surprised at how easy it was to be at the beach with so many little ones and be able to relax, too, because they were so good at just “being”, as well…playing in the sand, exploring what the tide washed up. It was perfectly delightful.

    May your weekend be sweet and perfectly delightful, too, Sandra.

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 11:20 am

      I can’t wait for a beach visit!

  7. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    June 15, 2013 at 11:04 am

    I’ll be thinking of what I need to purge from my eyes so I can focus on Him. The concept fascinates me!

    Something’s in my eye, but what?

    Thank you, Sandra, for seeing as you do, and for hosting us.

    • Sandra says

      June 15, 2013 at 11:32 am

      There’s so much in that one short word–purge.

      Now I’m thinking of Samson and gouging out eyes that offend…

  8. Michelle DeRusha says

    June 15, 2013 at 1:05 pm

    What a beautiful poem. I need a social media purge from time to time – it really does help to tune my senses.

  9. Kathy says

    June 15, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    I was drawn to the lovely photo of the seashell. It is perfectly formed and delightful to the eye. I too want to just “be” instead of always cleaning, organizing, writing (which I love) and making meals. It is great to know that we were created to “be” in His presence to enjoy Him daily.

  10. Lyli @3dLessons4Life says

    June 15, 2013 at 9:41 pm

    Wow, what a thought…. purge my eyes to see Him more clearly…

  11. Laurie Collett says

    June 15, 2013 at 9:57 pm

    What a beautiful passage! May we see as He does. Thanks for hosting & God bless.

  12. Nina says

    June 16, 2013 at 5:30 am

    We need to see and hear – so beautifully : “Fear not, it is I”!
    Blessings Nina

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