Women In Art (via eggman913)
Summer’s children rush again outside
To play before the sun has spent its light;
Suppers done. A chain of fireflies,
They dazzle down the walk, voices ring.
Small bells unstrung; they tumble down
In a heap of song, voices mingled.
No angels choir such music ever know
As children make, between twilight and dark.
One of the metaphors for ministry I have had for years is a round table covered with small turtles. My job is to keep them from falling off so I run around the table as fast as I can trying to keep the turtles from falling off. This is an image of exhaustion and futility. The answer to this nightmare is to have help around the table.
untitled — abelardo ojeda