A loud and cheerful greeting early in the morning will be taken as a curse!
Proverbs 27:13 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
For this week’s installment of Not My Poetry, here’s a beautiful one from Peaceful Journey, a thought well worth contemplating at this time in our history. Thank you, Yvonne, for the encouragement!
She stood frail while others listened attentively.
Her wisdom was beyond her physical weakness.
Many sought her to understand the world’s mysteries.
Many sought her to tap into the cistern of her spirituality.
Her frailty was only a noticeably weakness to herself.
It was certainly not an outward sign of weakness in her moral character.
She lived a life dedicated to those impoverished.
She knew the secret,
love for all mankind make you rich.
Yes, she was frail, but strong
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
Fools have no interest in understanding;
they only want to air their own opinions.
Proverbs 18:2 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
I think it’s not an uncommon scenario, a young mother dressing up her precious little ones in the new clothes from Grandma for a family photo only to have the 3-year old get ahold of mommy’s lipstick and use it to “paint” his little 1-year old sister. On the way. The baby’s face is sufficiently cleaned off, and miraculously (mercifully) none of the red “paint” got on the dress…only to have the other “end” of the situation explode, uncontainably.
One of my personal favorite recollections is Bob coming into the room where I was napping before going to work nightshift at the hospital one evening. He enters with this question, “Honey, do you love your middle daughter??”
Great way to wake up.
Robin had decided to give her little sister a haircut. And I willingly leave Continue reading “Compassionate haircut”
I think this is called Spiderwort. Such a weird name for such a cool plant, as I was not aware that spiders have warts—sounds like something out of Harry Potter or C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters. It grows wild here in Missouri; you’ll find it along country roads or railroad tracks. Since I have some in my own garden, I observed its fascinating property of opening in the cool of the morning, and closing up shop in the heat of the day. Check it out:
It’s like this little wildflower knows its limitations and adjusts accordingly to keep itself safe and therefore more productive (and beautiful, I might add.)
If only I had such intrinsic wisdom….
Dr. Henry Cloud, in his brilliant book, Changes That Heal, also speaks Continue reading “The Wisdom of Wildflowers”
Cold Mountain is the popular name of the famous Chinese poet, Hanshan whose history is a bit elusive, but lived long, long ago in a place far, far away…from me, anyway. I’m interested in the thought that his poems were written on rocks, evidently pen and paper not be available, or perhaps not invented yet. In any case, beauty must find a way to be expressed from within its creator. I like this verse, as it speaks to the vanity, even selfishness, of too much solitude, of not allowing your voice to be heard. (Yet another reason I Continue reading “Cold Mountain”
My husband’s brothers and their childhood friends are an interesting lot. Nice guys, really, but growing up in the 60’s and 70’s, they made their mark, and thankfully were also prevented from doing so a time or two.
One of the (many) stories that has passed into family lore has to do with Bob’s brother and a friend who were caught as they were trying to set fire to some old newspapers in an alley within a neighbor’s garage. For “some reason” (thank God for guardian angels), the Continue reading ““God is more powerful than my stupid””
Sometimes it’s discomfiting to look in the mirror, but it helps us see what needs to be rearranged. This poem by https://robertlambertjones.wordpress.com is a commentary on the consequences of how we live our lives. (And if you like mythology and monsters and superheroes, check out his site.) Here’s my disclaimer.
These Tangled Lines
In common speech, we’re coming and we’re going,
So often unaware of what we’re showing,
Our choices have been etched upon our faces,
Expressions formed by sins and saving graces.
But deep within these tangles lines
There writes a higher hand Continue reading “These Tangled Lines”
I have a problem. Wait, I’ll call it a challenge since it doesn’t sound quite so sinister. It’s actually a blessing…and a curse. So here is my humble confession:
Which, all things being equal, is not generally considered a bad thing. If you’re a cheerleader, that is.
And I never was, a cheerleader I mean, at least not in the “rah-rah-go-team”, pom pom and kicks sort of way. But I have a recognized (dare I say ICD-9 coded??) innate ability to grab onto a project, or a Continue reading “I have a problem…”