It's thank, thank, thankful day,
with the people you love
. and a pumpkin pie.
oh my!
It's thank, thank, thankful day,
with laughter and love
. and a pecan pie
oh my!
It'd thank, thank, thankful day,
with prayers full of love
. and a cheesecake pie
oh my!
and so much more than turkey
19 November 2011
11 November 2011
Real Autumn
Margaret who was grieving
Over autumn trees unleaving
This is your season, this is mine.
Winter follows after
Autumn's lingering laughter
And no, I go not softly to the night.
Though roads diverge I yet will go
On icy trail, through paths of snow.
Look up! I dance with Northern lights.
Over autumn trees unleaving
This is your season, this is mine.
Winter follows after
Autumn's lingering laughter
And no, I go not softly to the night.
Though roads diverge I yet will go
On icy trail, through paths of snow.
Look up! I dance with Northern lights.
11 July 2011
never say never
never get excited and make grandiose plans,
no matter how fun, no matter how grand,
no matter how much you want to make them
because the more effort you put into these plans,
the more they will come to naught.
never make small and happy plans
because your head will use them for an alarm
and start the headache, right on schedule.
never think of things you really want to do,
just for fun,
because something else will happen,
prohibiting the spontaneous moment.
if you insist on optimism, on dreaming, on planning;
if you think it will all work out,
it may,
but not the way you planned it.
be ready for the derogatory comment
if you continue to hope,
continue to plan,
continue to look forward.
be ready for people who never.
no matter how fun, no matter how grand,
no matter how much you want to make them
because the more effort you put into these plans,
the more they will come to naught.
never make small and happy plans
because your head will use them for an alarm
and start the headache, right on schedule.
never think of things you really want to do,
just for fun,
because something else will happen,
prohibiting the spontaneous moment.
if you insist on optimism, on dreaming, on planning;
if you think it will all work out,
it may,
but not the way you planned it.
be ready for the derogatory comment
if you continue to hope,
continue to plan,
continue to look forward.
be ready for people who never.
08 July 2011
the truth about rain
often prayer is answered
when the blessed prayed for rain
and the land is gladly greener
where is found Longfellow's bane
he who finds rain dark and dreary
has not farmed in desert soil
had not stood in fields less watered
and with faith remained to toil
the poet said correctly
into each life some rain must fall
I hope it falls in my life
I don't find it sad at all
when the blessed prayed for rain
and the land is gladly greener
where is found Longfellow's bane
he who finds rain dark and dreary
has not farmed in desert soil
had not stood in fields less watered
and with faith remained to toil
the poet said correctly
into each life some rain must fall
I hope it falls in my life
I don't find it sad at all
12 May 2011
spring cleaning
If all my faults were obvious to view
A voice proclaiming all these faults were true
If by epiphany I knew them, not a few,
And others knew, and others knew
Would I find strength to bear ignoble fame
To shed each imperfection and its shame
To persist until I could at last proclaim
I overcame, I overcame.
A voice proclaiming all these faults were true
If by epiphany I knew them, not a few,
And others knew, and others knew
Would I find strength to bear ignoble fame
To shed each imperfection and its shame
To persist until I could at last proclaim
I overcame, I overcame.
19 April 2011
there is a season...
In January there is snow.
The sun is weak and winds oft blow.
February lives inside
and in a comfy blanket hides.
The March winds blow both rain and snow
and warm the seeds unseen below
till April calls the sun to stay
a little longer every day.
May brings the blossoms and the greens
that color leaves and songbird wings.
Then June comes warm and bright and new -
with hills to climb and things to do -
with skies of blue all summer long
till August and July have gone.
September sends the children in
to start their lessons once again.
October sorrows for the day
when children went outside to play.
Memories waft all through November
with pumpkin pie and pre-December
purchases. With cold.
And feelings that I'm getting old.
The winter days call forth December.
days too short that still remember
summer sun and freedom's glow
and people that I used to know.
And then again...the snow, the snow.
The sun is weak and winds oft blow.
February lives inside
and in a comfy blanket hides.
The March winds blow both rain and snow
and warm the seeds unseen below
till April calls the sun to stay
a little longer every day.
May brings the blossoms and the greens
that color leaves and songbird wings.
Then June comes warm and bright and new -
with hills to climb and things to do -
with skies of blue all summer long
till August and July have gone.
September sends the children in
to start their lessons once again.
October sorrows for the day
when children went outside to play.
Memories waft all through November
with pumpkin pie and pre-December
purchases. With cold.
And feelings that I'm getting old.
The winter days call forth December.
days too short that still remember
summer sun and freedom's glow
and people that I used to know.
And then again...the snow, the snow.
27 March 2011
number manipulation
When I add up the age of all my family and compare that to my age, I am not that old. When I think of temperature in Antarctica, I'm not so cold. Compared to a hippo or an elephant I am not really fat. And I can squash a gnat because I'm strong like that. I've walked through trial and tribulation and that's farther than a marathon. I went to see myself yesterday but she and I were gone.
18 March 2011
15 March 2011
something missing in my heart
I lost a beautiful feather. It blew away while I was holding it, admiring it, thinking about the color of it and touching its softness. How does it defy gravity, how does it rise above, how does it fly? And where did it go when it left my hand?
10 February 2011
look
After the heat and the bubbling,
when it had all boiled out,
I looked in my pan.
After the refining fire and becoming,
when life was near gone,
I looked in my mirror.
After the baptism and burning,
when Satan was bound,
I looked to my God.
After
when you look,
Is what it all boils down to.
when it had all boiled out,
I looked in my pan.
After the refining fire and becoming,
when life was near gone,
I looked in my mirror.
After the baptism and burning,
when Satan was bound,
I looked to my God.
After
when you look,
Is what it all boils down to.
30 January 2011
homesick when you're there
Buttons, the small black kitten sits on the arm of the couch and tentatively he looks around. Buttons, the soft black kitten stretches, yawns and mews. Buttons the lonely black kitten who still remembers yesterday and mother cat and warm milk. Buttons, the sweet black kitten, who doesn't know he's home.
12 January 2011
around again
Goal time rolls around each year. About now. Rolls by and beyond me. I thought I would catch it once, practice dribbling, do a slam dunk! I thought.
06 January 2011
Likewise
Like life beneath deep waters,
Light above leaved canopies,
Salvation in the belly of a whale;
Like abundant flour and oil,
Manna in the wilderness
Two fish, five loaves, twelve baskets;
Like blossoms in the desert,
An alter in the lone and dreary world,
Like Egypt, A refuge, a refuge;
Like hen-gathered chicks,
Sheep securely folded,
Calm sails on a turbulent sea;
Like a straight and narrow path,
A rod of iron,
The true and constant Star.
Light above leaved canopies,
Salvation in the belly of a whale;
Like abundant flour and oil,
Manna in the wilderness
Two fish, five loaves, twelve baskets;
Like blossoms in the desert,
An alter in the lone and dreary world,
Like Egypt, A refuge, a refuge;
Like hen-gathered chicks,
Sheep securely folded,
Calm sails on a turbulent sea;
Like a straight and narrow path,
A rod of iron,
The true and constant Star.
02 January 2011
cold
In darkness blows the wicked wind; in blackness cold is seeping in. Unseen, the chilly breeze blows by; it carries frosted lullabies. At night I feel the cold.
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