tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695487.post113689866001708192..comments2024-01-01T08:42:49.037-07:00Comments on Mother-Lode: Winter of the MindKim Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821817787450687811noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695487.post-1137028595864681532006-01-11T18:16:00.000-07:002006-01-11T18:16:00.000-07:00Ah, His pruning can be sometimes very hurtful, put...Ah, His pruning can be sometimes very hurtful, put I think that they are very necessary...Thank you for reminding me of this.eph2810https://www.blogger.com/profile/09285857197237988640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695487.post-1137022768983067082006-01-11T16:39:00.000-07:002006-01-11T16:39:00.000-07:00So beautiful. You have a lovely blog here! I'll be...So beautiful. You have a lovely blog here! I'll be stopping back by. BTW, thank you for the kind comments you left on my blog!Bethanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13727888449970089510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695487.post-1136951086248959682006-01-10T20:44:00.000-07:002006-01-10T20:44:00.000-07:00Adam, Yes! See also Psalm 1. We are the trees pl...Adam, Yes! See also Psalm 1. We are the trees planted and watered like Eden...Kim Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14821817787450687811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15695487.post-1136902550565669972006-01-10T07:15:00.000-07:002006-01-10T07:15:00.000-07:00What a beautiful poem. Reminded me a little of Wil...What a beautiful poem. Reminded me a little of William's,<BR/> "Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, <BR/>Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. <BR/>In me thou see’st the twilight of such day "<BR/><BR/>The image of hibernation and new life from within is Adamic. The dry naked bones of the trees in winter reaching up to heaven. They long to be clothed again. They thirst for the rain, the baptism.Mark Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05068033811335325648noreply@blogger.com