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a group of three girls standing next to each other
a tree in nature
house with front view
urban street with city activity
animal standing in natural pose
urban street with city activity
house with front view
still life with everyday objects
wide landscape with natural scenery
bicyle resting against a wall
a girl sitting on a rock looking at the sea with a big ship with red sails on the horizon
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
landscape
landscape
Still Life
a painting of a group of people sitting around a table
“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” (Isaiah 53:3, KJV)
“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” (Matthew 11:29, KJV)
“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” (Matthew 11:29, KJV)
Create image expressing without words: “For the needy shall not alway be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.” (Psalms 9:18, KJV)
“Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD'S anger.” (Zephaniah 2:3, KJV)
a painting of a man holding his head
“For the needy shall not alway be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.” (Psalms 9:18, KJV)
a painting of a person sitting at a table with books and a cup of coffee
An indoor scene in at home. A Mom and Dad sit on the bed with their little girl, who is smiling. The mood is warm and secure. The little girl is about 10 years old. She's contented. Dad is about to tell a story.
An indoor scene in at home. A Hispanic Mom and Dad sit on the bed with their little girl, who is smiling. The mood is warm and secure. A small crucifix hangs near the bed. The little girl is about 6 years old and she's chubby. She's contented. Dad is about to tell a story.
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom with her two Asian (Chinese-looking) children are standing in front of a store. Mom is talking to the girl, who is making a fuss. She is unhappy about something, and crying. Her brother is looking on. Mom is about to say something.
a painting of a tree with white flowers
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with a helmet holding a sword
A modern scene. 3 men and 2 women sit around a rectangular table discussing things. Bibles, journals, iPads and laptops, pens and pencils, cups of coffee and tea are on the table. A window is to the left of them and light streams in. Outside scenery is forested with a brook.