The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
— Wm. Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice
TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
— William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis
Fully as beautiful, and unexpected, as mercy itself.
QUITE possibly, on temporary loan from the Heavens.
The flowering vine is as capricious as it is promiscuous in its beauty. Last year it chose one site to flower, directly over the coral chamber. (Admittedly not a bad choice, at all, if its goal were to achieve maximum dramatic effect without all that trouble of taking shape, blooming, going back to nature, and so forth.)
Jade Vine over Coral Rock.
This hurting world needs all the beauty it can find, to feel its light, healing touch. These glorious blossoms, ever so fleeting and now in their full hour of glory, are for you.