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.

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.

looking at happy ...

LIFE SHOULD BE LIVED IN COLOR!!!!!

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?

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.