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Monday, September 19, 2005

Another view of our friendly nocturnal neighbours. Posted by Picasa
Poppy Possum and her little pup, Popeye. Mt Horeb, 20050919 Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Your ABC 1233 Newcastle

Several downloads of wallpapers are available from ABC 1233 Newcastle , including a couple of my views from here.

See also ABC 1233's Sunrisers for some nice pictures from many Novocastrians.

I like their weather page, it's my first port-of-call for weather information.

Oh, here's another ABC page you can chew over for breakfast.
"Mt Horeb" Hillside Haven Posted by Picasa
Clearing Mist for a Fine Winter's Day Posted by Picasa
Dawn in the Gully Posted by Picasa
Dawn through mist and trees. Posted by Picasa

Destiny Dawn

Flickering shafts of early sunshine
Skim across endless waves.
Crests of jade are converted into
Diamond-studded necklaces,
Glimmering in brilliant array:
And It is all there for her taking.

Tongues of water gently caress the shore,
Laying a soft, golden carpet,
before her wandering feet, inviting
Her to press her tender soul,
And embed her essence,
Into this moment of truth.

The Light of the risen Son catches her eye.
She turns, looks; she knows. She is sure
As she beholds its entrancing beauty
And embraces the hope projected from within.
Her new dawn has come in peace,
All darkness dispelled, washed away on this day.

There is no deception or magic here.
No smoke or mirrors, no glossy brochure.
Nothing to beckon false-hearts or strong-wills.
There is but the freely-gifted honour,
A radiance of glory and perfected power,
Apprehended only through suffering and sorrow.

This new day has dawned!
Her promised renewal awaits.
She is who she always was,
Only more so now, for the time has come
For this most precious, treasured Jewel,
To step into this freedom so long desired.

Soft, moist sand is pressed and parted,
By her bare and broken soul taking its stand.
A lost past folds inward, behind, as her other foot rises.
You can see her now-- her being shifts; the destiny is claimed.
Hope is secured and she finds rest, while every moment
The glowing of the Son enlivens a life made new.