Grace Without Words


An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Henry David Thoreau


All my life through,
the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
Marie Curie

The best remedy for those who are afraid,
lonely or unhappy is to go outside,
 somewhere where they can be quiet,
alone with the heavens, nature and God.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be
and that God wishes to see people happy,
 amidst the simple beauty of nature.
Anne Frank

Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
 Rabindranath Tagore

Today I walked. I actually walked in the morning and evening. 
Once with the dogs in the neighborhood and then tonight at the beach. 
This is what I saw.  
As usual nature, 
God’s creation, ministers grace to me without words. 
Thank you, Lord, for the beauty you give to minister grace, 
truth and rest to our weary souls.
Lord, bring your new life to our hearts this moment.
As buds ready to burst forth beauty, do likewise in our hearts, minds,
souls. 
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When God Says Hush

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When God says, “Hush, what’s your rush?”
interrupting my mental notes,
I push back my hair-
respond, “Are you there?”
turning back to my long list of quotes
When God pushes back the drapes of my day
allowing me a glimpse
of our walk today
gently I nudge my agenda His way
awaiting an approving nod.
When God tip toes into my morn,
I hardly know He’s there-
but through the blinds
dust specked rays quietly reflect the dawn
When God slips quietly into my night
starlight shimmers
twinkling light
I stare heavenward
adoring the sight
When God says “Hush”
I submit to His pause
and sneak off to our secret place
behind closed doors
and let Him minister
again in awe
through tears, fears and so much more-
When God says “Hush”,
I realize
there’s more I need than meets the eyes
and in His sovereign grace,
I wait.
Upon His lowly estate I rest,
trusting at the end of the test
that as He is, I will be
strengthened by that which I cannot see
But all to Him is needful,
pain and beauty intermingle
through and through
bringing His glory
like morning dew.

©Dawn Paoletta

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