*TOTAL FOTOGRAFIE*
PHOTOGRAPHIES OF:
Kendon Frederick Gosney
RETIRED MISSIONARY, ECUADOR
A RETIRED US ARMY
A GRADUATE OF SCHOOL OF PHOTOGRAPHY

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The Masterpieces of A Masterpiece

The silence of the desert, that brings solace.
The unspoken language of wisdom.
The vastness of the sea, that brings bounty.
The unspoken language of lives.
The height of the mountain, that brings hope.
The unspoken language of dreams.
The brightness of the sun, that brings light.
The unspoken language of inspirations.
The serenity of the moon, that brings rest.
The unspoken language of solitude.
The boundlessness of the sky, that shows expansion!
The unspoken language of hope and peace!
As we vow in thanksgiving,
and sing a song of praise, we have to offer.
For the beauty, the bounty,
the majestic splendour, the grandness of purpose,
the useful existence of each breathe of life.
A beautiful universe, for the good...
" For dominion of mankind."
The Masterpieces of The Hands that carve,
The Masterpieces of A Masterpiece!
copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari

Mornings Aren’t Lazy

Mornings aren’t lazy,
but artistically inclined.
A fresh, rich earthly palette at
the Hand of The Divine.

The sun’s brush of light sweeps,
through forests, mountains, seas.
Birds musically accompany
in wondrous melody.

Sweet dewdrops glisten surfaces,
light mists move in and out.
Then lifting, dancing, rising
they settle into clouds.

No, mornings aren’t lazy,
but the scaffolding of days.
sky-color sets the mood and tone,
while wind defines the pace.

As temperature assumes its course,
alongside density of air
a synergy is formed reflecting
thorough, precise care.

No, morning aren’t lazy,
Each it’s own masterpiece of art.
Testifying of creation--Life!
A gift from God's own heart.

copyright@Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack, USA
March 23, 2004
WWW.TELLINGTOUCH.COM

God's Promise To You and Me!

I looked out the window and what did I see?
About 40 'green' oranges looking at me.
Fierce winds blew, yet the storms they defied.
Determination to survive could not be denied.

Later I looked out my window and what did I see?
SURPRISE! 70 'orange' oranges looking at me!
About 30 had hidden behind leaves so green,
until they matured they were hard to be seen.

Through wind after wind they stood the test.
When constant threats ended, finally...rest.
Much like life, they survived many a storm,
ever clinging to their 'source', ripe fruit did form.

If you're caught in the midst of a storm, take heart.
Hold on to your 'source' - He'll never depart.
Later look out the window and what might you see?
A rainbow...God's promise to you and me!

copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney

THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD