Thursday, November 29, 2007

Altar



"Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof,
But speak the Word only and my soul shall be healed."

Sunday, November 25, 2007

The Rose Petal



A rose bud blooms and falls,
it's brilliance lost to yesterday.
But a virtuous woman grows
in beauties' splendor everyday.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Rings



"With this ring I thee wed;
With my body I thee worship"

Wedded Hand

"My lady hath as soft a hand
As any queen in fairy-land"

A Woman's Eyes



The brightest star within the sky;
Not within the heav'ns be found,
Nay, 'tis only in my deaie's eye,
Where too my heart be bound.

Contemplative Woman

Bride-to-Be

Skies of Fire





Placid Sailing

The Son

The Son brings both sunrise and sunset
Upon that frightful glorious day.