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Still Saturday: Murmurs

June 5, 2015 By Sandra Heska King

ORIOLE - POETRY

 

i find myself thirsty

for plain sounds that whisper,

glory.

sure words resonate

where i can hear, once again,

God moving

through broken lines

that murmur with tenderness. but

at the heart of poetry,

silences.

~Laure Krueger as quoted by L.L. Barkat in God in the Yard

 

ORIOLE - FEMALE

 

In the stillness,

Sandy

 

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Welcome to the Still Saturday Community 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 reflect on the depth of sparse words. We’d love for you to join us. Grab the 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 be still together, to gaze long and drink deep.

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  1. Terri Presser says

    June 5, 2015 at 6:41 pm

    Thanks for hosting, have a great weekend. Blessings

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:06 pm

      I hope you’ve had a wonderful weekend, Terri.

  2. Elizabeth says

    June 6, 2015 at 2:21 am

    Your photos are always beautiful and this quote is so lovely.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:37 pm

      Thank you, dear friend.

  3. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    June 6, 2015 at 6:12 am

    Yes! Thirsty for those plain sounds that whisper glory. I think that perfectly describes my life as an introvert. =) Have a glorious weekend, my beautiful friend. xoxox

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:37 pm

      I think you and I would make good roommates. 😉

  4. Joanne Viola says

    June 6, 2015 at 7:10 am

    Sandra, I am not sure which spoke more deeply this morning – the quote or the photo. I am so grateful for those unexpected places! Have a wonderful weekend!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:38 pm

      Grateful for you, Joanne.

  5. a spirit of simplicity says

    June 6, 2015 at 8:44 am

    that is simply beautiful – both images and words

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:44 pm

      I’m so glad you are here, friend.

  6. Michele Morin says

    June 6, 2015 at 9:10 am

    I can only just begin to imagine the patience (stillness) that must have been required to get those eloquent bird photos. Thank you for the time and energy that you invest in this community every week. Blessings to you and your family. (Trusting that all is well with their accommodations . . .)

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:46 pm

      Thanks so much, Michele. As far as accommodations–it’s challenging for all of us. It’s all good, though. 🙂 (P.S. Don’t stop praying, K?)

  7. bluecottonmemory says

    June 6, 2015 at 1:10 pm

    When the wind blows down my driveway, breezing around the corner of my house – He is in it! When the baby bird chirps in its nest in the burning bush nestled up to a porch pillar – He is there! Oh, yes, Sandra! He is in my yard – in such unexpected ways!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:47 pm

      Yes. Yes! Give us eyes and ears to see and hear.

  8. Shelly Miller says

    June 6, 2015 at 4:49 pm

    Your bird captures are always so breathtaking. Thinking about you today and sending a hug. xxx

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:48 pm

      Love you so big, Shelly! I’m so glad these keys keep us close even through you’re across the pond.

  9. Laurie Collett says

    June 6, 2015 at 10:47 pm

    Stunning quote and photo. Thanks for hosting and God bless.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 5:48 pm

      Thanks, Laurie. Love to you.

  10. Jann says

    June 7, 2015 at 7:39 pm

    Just added your link up to Reflect Link up.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      June 7, 2015 at 7:59 pm

      Thanks so much, Jann.

  11. Lux Ganzon says

    June 8, 2015 at 2:08 am

    I love that quote. And that sweet little birdie. 🙂

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