From my project, "Listen While the Paintings Speak" to be published later in the Fall.
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Listen While the Paintings Speak
by
W C Douglas
The Rusty Hay Rake
Time has a way of softening the edges of labor and hard times. This rusted hay rake, once
pulled by calloused hands and steady horses, now rests in stillness—watching
over the pond like a sentinel of memory. It speaks not of abandonment, but of
rest. Of seasons fulfilled. Of work that shaped the land and the soul.
The
pond reflects more than the sky—it holds echoes of laughter, prayers and tall tales whispered
on porch steps, and the quiet dignity of lives lived with purpose. The hay rake,
though no longer in use, remains a witness. A relic of resilience. There’s
holiness in things that endure. Even when their function fades, their presence
still ministers.
What "tools" in your life—once active, now quiet—still carry meaning?
Where have you left your mark, even after the work was done?
God of seasons and stillness, thank You for the
beauty in what remains.
Let me honor the past without clinging to it, and find peace in the quiet
places where You still speak. Amen
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