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1183. A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives. ~Jackie Robinson


Kindness counts and compassion is a beautiful thing… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Sacred Touches

The purpose of life is not to be happy.
It is to be useful, to be honorable,
to be compassionate,
to have it make some difference
that 
you have lived and lived well.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. 1 Peter 4:10  ✝

**Image found on Pinterest; text added by Natalie

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A child is…


“Protect them, encourage them, love them… Children are like butterflies!” ~ Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Sacred Touches

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**Watercolor image found on Pinterest; text box added by Natalie

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Mama I Miss You… (poem by Bette A. Stevens)


MAMA I Miss you POEMWishing everyone a “Happy Mother’s Day” and sharing a poem written in 2014 to celebrate my beautiful mother on her birthday. ~Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator

It will be nine years ago on August 8, 2007, when I called Mama to wish her a Happy Birthday and, as usual, we talked for hours. It was the last birthday we got to ‘celebrate’ together. Mama left us for her heavenly home the following April and there hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t thought about her and missed her. Mama’s strength of character, her poise, wit and unconditional love live on within all those whose lives she touched. The photograph (circa 1951) of Mama and me was taken in California.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. I miss you.

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1131. The rose is without an explanation; she blooms because she blooms. ~Angelus Silesius


Picture perfect images. Oh, the wonder of it all! ~ Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Sacred Touches

Roses of the field whisper divine poetry,
but you must listen carefully to hear it
because noise from the wheels of progress
drowns out everything that sings.
~Edited poem by Judith Cody

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You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses!
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and red
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
~Edited poem by George Elliot

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He(the Lord) will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. ~Psalm 91:4  ✝

**Image of my Night Owl roses

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“Winter’s Last Hurrah” a poem by Bette A. Stevens


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A poem of seasonal transition by Bette A. Stevens

First day of spring at the farmstead in Central Maine and more than migrating birds flutter about to entertain us. Snowflakes join the celebration. The flurry of Slate-colored Juncos and White-breasted Nuthatches (I managed to capture a snapshot of one at the feeder) don’t seem to mind at all.

Wonders of the seasons—they never cease to amaze us!

~ Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator

Find out more about birds mentioned in “Winter’s Last Hurrah”

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1091. Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. ~Desmond Tutu


“Hope is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul…” one of my favorite lines from Emily Dickinson ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Sacred Touches

We must accept finite disappointment,
but never lose infinite hope.
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson

It has been my privilege to meet some incredible people through my blog. They are people I never knew to ask God for, but He has given them to me anyway. When I asked Him why He blessed me with their presence in my life, He let me know that it’s because they can fill my life in ways that no one else can. And it’s true…

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living in a jar


Simply had to share…
Take a taste and get inspired. I did! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Kintal

living in a jar

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Monet


I love art & poetry…
Have a beautiful day, friends! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Ancient Skies

Monet from Pinterest

With a simple paintbrush he could see the horizon

that it was not a destination, but light between worlds,

a way of thinking really, bending colors, identifying

the softness. Just a hint of humans passing through

time, walking softly between colors and light.

A lot of blue with green, often a sky.

Monet.

       

 Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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1059. Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. ~Rumi


Grateful! ~ Bette A. Stevens, http://www.4writersandreaders.com

Sacred Touches

The Gift

Be still, my soul, and steadfast.
Earth and heaven both are still watching
though time is draining from the clock
and your walk, that was confident and quick,
has become slow.

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So, be slow if you must, but let
the heart still play its true part.
Love still as once you loved, deeply
and without patience. Let God and the world
know you are grateful.
That the gift has been given.
~Mary Oliver

Sing to the Lord with grateful praise; make music to our God on the harp. ~Psalm 147:7  ✝

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1044. As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come. ~Earnest Hemingway


Singing along… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreadres.com

Sacred Touches

The birds they sing at break of day,
“Start again…” I hear them say.
~Leonard Cohen

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Nourish beginnings,
let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest,
but the seeds of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
~Muriel Rukeyser

Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. ~John 12:24  ✝

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