“Honesty,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
Where there is honesty,
there is trust.
Where there is trust,
there is freedom.
Where there is freedom,
there is fulfillment.
Where there is fulfillment,
there is wholeness.
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“Madame X (Madame Pierre Gautreau),” Detail, 1883-84, John Singer Sargent. Image from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art Store
From behind the curtain,
With boldness and grace,
She glides onto the stage…
Awakening
“How Beautiful!” “Gorgeous!” “So elegant!”
The audience applauds her appearance.
“Is it me they speak of, and not someone else?”
Awakening
She opens her mouth; all eyes are upon her.
Her words soothe their ears like a song.
“What I have said, do they truly understand?”
Awakening
The last line is spoken; she begins to take a bow.
A tear forms in her eye.
“Is this all there is? Is this the end of the story?”
Awakening
Life can seem so empty when we expect too much.
Many times things are not what they seem.
Keep searching though, do not give up hope…
Seek the truth…for it is there your light shall beam…
Awakening
Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
“And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” John 8:32
“Two Angels” (One of two fragments), 1300-1324, Northern Italian Painter, First Quarter 14th Century. Image taken from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store
What child is this?
They spoke of him long ago,
his life, his purpose, his death all foretold.
The wise men journeyed to worship him,
even still, to this day, he cannot be ignored.
What child is this?
A babe lying in a manger, Continue reading
“A Humble Gift,” photograph by Lew Eliacopoulos, Festibrate.com
A humble gift was given to us,
on that night so quiet and still.
No grandeur, no frills, no hype,
just the sheep grazing on a far off hill.
A humble gift was given to us,
there was something different about that birth.
The angel appeared, the shepherds gathered round,
ever since then, nothing has been the same on the earth.
A humble gift was given to us,
It’s not visible, we can’t touch it with our hand,
but it surrounds us in the air, the sea and the land.
This gift that was given, indeed it is real, and its promise is sure,
won’t you reach out, won’t you and receive it; and forever be secure.
Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
Peace and love,
Felecia
“Oh the Joy,” graphite & colored pencils drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
Oh the joy, and the love that this season brings,
each day I’m reminded of many favorite things.
The chill in the air is so sparkling and clear,
the laughter, the singing, the voices full of cheer.
The oven filled with cookies and other sweet treats,
shoppers dashing around as their cars fill the streets.
The children bundled up and ready for much fun,
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“Summer Flowers,” 1880, Henri Fantin-Latour. Image from a page of the 2012 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store
Giving thanks for so many things,
for the beauty that surrounds us,
for the work that satisfies us,
for the rest that restores us.
Giving thanks for all that we are,
and for all that we can become,
for the love and caring that is shared
between family and friends.
Giving thanks for the things that are from above,
for all that we can see and experience,
and for what we may never understand.
This tribute, this expression of gratitude,
can never compare to all that I have received,
but it is sincere, and full of love.
Giving thanks from deep within my heart.
Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” I Thessalonians 5:16-18
May blessings from above abound this day…Happy Thanksgiving!
Peace and love,
Felecia
“Pale Roses,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
The good old days were times when life was simpler,
there seemed not so much to worry about.
We lived today for today, and tomorrow for tomorrow.
The good old days had a slower pace, a soothing cadence,
no frenzied chaos, no need to be instantaneous.
The good days were times when life seemed a bit sweeter,
when “stopping to smell the roses” was not just a saying.
The good old days were times that we can never really go back and visit,
but we can hold onto our memories of them, where they will always exist.
Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com
May you never forget your “good old days”…let them fill your days with the all of the things that you cherish and hold dear about them.
Peace,
Felecia
“Joan of Arc,” 1879, Jules Bastien-LePage. Image taken from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store
You are there and you hear me when I call out your name.
I am never disappointed; I am always amazed.
You give me clear guidance when I know not where to turn.
You make my paths straight; my horizon is clear. Continue reading