My blueberry bushes are awash with fruit right now, and each day's labor brings in its bounty. My harvesting efforts call to mind a favorite portion of poem, and this morning, having just returned from my "garden," I thought I'd share it with you. It's an excerpt from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh: "Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries..."
Think on that.
2 comments:
I LIKE TO TAKE OF MY SHOES WHEN I AM WORSHIPPING THE LORD IN CHURCH AND ESPECIALLY IF I GO TO THE ALTAR TO PRAY--I LIKE STANDING ON HOLY GROUND! BY THE WAY--DID YOU PICK YOUR BLUEBERRIES BAREFOOTED ON HOLY GROUND?? :):):)
I don't appreciate you using the a word...
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