Friday Thoughts: A Simple Landscape

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George Cole, “Harvet Rest”, 1865

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A painter has a great advantage, as does a writer I suppose. He can scratch out, erase, and paint over. He can throw out and start again. He can expand the landscape or focus in on a detail. There is great freedom in creation. Yet none of it has any value unless it comes from and leads back toward God.

The great sweeping landscapes painted throughout the years. I want to dive into so many of them. To run toward the distant hills, to sit beside the babbling brooks, to hitch a ride on the hay wagon making its way round the bend. But most of all I want to join the peasants, working the fields or gathered around the base of a giant oak for a bite of second-day bread, and perhaps even a sip of slightly watered-down wine.

I want to hear the simple strings of a Spanish guitar, the worn-out wood of a French violin, the voice of yet another “Maria” toiling beneath the Italian plein air.

The pleasant thought of resting beside a river bed—of catching a not-so-quick nap within the shade of God’s ever-expanding and contracting canopy of leaves.

Even the bark of an English Foxhound could not interrupt thee!

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I don’t want to be told that this isn’t reality. I don’t want to be told that it’s a bit romantic.

I want to live simply. I want to work an honest wage. I want to stop at noon to give the good God rightful thanks and praise.

I want to visit the graves of the dead with a bouquet of hope and faith.

I want to truly retire each night.

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Love is enough.

It is enough for you and for me.

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There is never enough if that we fail to see.


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—Howard Hain

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Filed under art, Inspiration, Motivational, Religion, spirituality

2 responses to “Friday Thoughts: A Simple Landscape

  1. Gail Smyder

    What beautiful reflections to start a new day. Amen and Alleluia.

  2. Your reflection affirms that art can become prayer. Just as words are used for Lectio, art can be “Visio” fruitful. River views always inspire me to see the ways water flows, like God’s love, swirls in currents as when we are caught in challenge,splashes against the banks as when we come face-to-face with hard hearts, even our own stubbornness.

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