Here’s something new. My bloggish buddy, The Excitement Plan, posted this poem with her own interpretation, which I thought was so very great that I asked if I could share her thoughts on my “Not My Poetry” place.
This is from Mitch Teemley. Mitch keeps us smiling and chuckling with the terrific sense of humor through which he view life. This little jewel of a poem reflects a deep sense of awareness…
The world is born in the spring
rejoices in summer
and bundles its blessings in autumn
But only in the winter
does it learn who it is
I’ve decided I’m a “demonstrative introvert”. I have no problem being up in front of people, (unless it’s a firing squad, that could be a problem), but I re-fuel myself in solitude. My daughter says that I’m too loud when I enter a room (I’ve gotten better with practice), but my favorite time of day is the cool quiet of the morning. I tend toward, as Mark Twain quipped, “explosions of opinion”, I laugh out loud, and I raise my hands both at football games and church, but I’m revived in quiet contemplation here at the keyboard.
So I guess the sharing of myself is a bit ambiguous. Yet God expects it, and has created me (and all of His children) to do exactly that. And the best place to start is at the beginning, which is another reason why I like the account of the “man born blind”—
After Jesus heals him, this poor guy is confronted Continue reading “The demonstrative introvert…(huh?)”