Love bursts out like the
sun’s rays, radiating in all
shapes and sizes and
color combinations.
Bright lives are
lived with love leading.
If God is love and love is
God, then love exists in the
moon and stars and sun,
in day and night, among the
flowers and across fences and
during picnics.
Every moment of every
day, we choose to lead with love.
Or not.
Which do you choose?
©Hilary Clark ~ 6/29/16
See the quilt here.
Summer always retrains my OCD.
Days and months and hours and seconds of
Grey, rain, snow. Monochromatic.
Dull. Ordered. Routine. Then, one day,
I get out of bed and the sun is
Shining. And I don’t need a
Coat to go outside. The garden
Explodes in color — ALL the colors.
All the vibrant, rich, riotous color
Jumbled and strewn and on top of
More color. The world glows.
The screen door replaces the
Storm door. I’m opening it.
Time to let go and play.
©Hilary Clark
6/3/16
See the quilt here.
Rough edges equal
burnt effort. Every
attempt, rustic or
ornate, to embody the
Holy, to embrace the
Sacred, is to be
Love. Reach beyond
boundaries. Open wide.
Let glory in.
©Hilary Clark
4/12/16
See the quilt here.
Hilary Clark ~ Pining for Poetry 