When all the world’s a painting, I leave a space beside me for you, dear friend. I dream of scrummy, crunchy walks, arm-in-arm through lemon-crackle leaves. Of chittering over this and that, and even of long, quiet spaces of moments where we are just…. being.
In tune. To one another… to Glory that reigns as orange and golden canopy skies… To voices singing, calling, laughing, chattering… and ringing posies of roses round us. To diamond-speckled waters, and lights that gleam off rocks.
To little boys fishing
and old men dreaming, perhaps praying,
at the edge of rivers punctuated with radiant leafy splashes.
To rings that pool wonders at rocky edge in wavery, watery patterns,
and verdant pastures surely made of lush velveteen.
To songs of praise welling up within and color, skip dancing,
with intertwining ropes of hope and joy…
And lyrical words that croon so softly within.
You are more than enough.
“When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay,
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear hearts have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too,
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we’ve made.”
~ A PERFECT DAY (1909), by Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1862-1946)
I fell in love with this charming and tender, hymn-like song a few years ago when I first heard actor Sterling Holloway sing it with Fred MacMurray and Barbara Stanwyck in the Christmas classic, Remember the Night
May it flow peace and contentment over you… 🙂
© Pam Depoyan
How was your day Blessed in Word and Picture?
Maybe He will bless this post to add a little icing to your Sunday cake? 🙂
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This is day 25 of my fall series – 31 days to An Autumn Harvest of our Words. For these posts, I thought I’d explore a different twist on why our words matter…
Is there a God-established sowing, reaping and harvesting in our words?
Especially of His Words, spoken?
To follow this series, it’s important to begin here, A Prequel Post to the Annual Autumn 31 Days Linkup and then click here for new posts each day: