Inspire humble thoughts and majestic images.
Thank you Ageless One.
My wrinkles, scars, and bruises,
They demonstrate your generosity,
Your gift of longevity.
Thank you Rising Son.
Not as a complaint, but a deep sigh
For the aches and pains of old muscles and bones
They are a gift of a new day.
Thank you Heavenly Father
Each wheezing breath is a prayer
For clarity of mind and heart.
They bow in reverence.
Thank you Gentle Loving Spirit
So many faults and weaknesses,
And so I feel slovenly unworthy,
But still you pour out your bountiful graces.
Within your embrace I face the daily toils,
Overcoming the challenges of bigotry
Sharing the smiles and cheerfulness
With an attitude of simple humbleness.
Originally written: July 7, 2014
I have just finished reading Ann Voskamps’s
book titled: “one thousand gifts, A Dare to
LIVE FULLY right where you are.” I was unable
to read more than page or two at a time. Her
words provoked thoughts and meditation thereby
limiting the number of pages I could read in
one sitting. The above poem is a result of
For the sun,
For the breeze,
This is a day for family
For the sharing,
For the learning,
More for the loving.
Year after year.
A Day of Thanksgiving.
Originally written: November 27, 2003
Updated: January 6, 2012
Family and friends gather together to give thanks. Some years there are more thanks than other years. This past year has been one with pain and anquish for many. I hope and pray 2012 will be a better year for all of us.
Oh dear Lord,
This year is about to be over.
What next will come our way?
This past year
Was filled to overflowing with
Too many, way too many;
People hurt or killed by others
Jobs lost causing bankruptcies
Banks focusing on dollars in arrears
Homes lost displaced families
No job or home created homelessness
No food or water caused starvation
Earthquake caused Tsunami and nuclear disasters
Tornados sweeping clear land and lives
Fanaticism begat escalated responses
Occupy here and occupy there
Wars and armies trampling rights and lives
Wild fires taking homes and lives
Politicians use of sound bites
Media stampedes to get latest
Cancers taking too many beyond the veil
Memories and abilities lost to alzheimers
Commercialism of holidays
Some Corporations pure greed
The Great Recession continued
This past year
Saw some amazing stories of:
Soldiers coming home
Families being reunited
Last space shuttle an end of an era
People helping others unknown
British royal wedding – William and Kate
MIddle East Spring rebellion freeing citizens
Flyers bill of rights becoming law
Tourism begins to increase again
Santas paying for layaways
Oh dear Lord
May the list of amazing stories be greater
Than the list of sad and painful occurences.
May people the world over
Find a bit of optimism in the face of tragedies.
May each treat each other
As we want to be treated.
Originally written: December 29, 2011
Posted on Expats Post on December 29, 2011 http://expatspost.com/creative/2011-reflections/
I repost it on my blog to provide continuity with last year reflection on 2010. I will be doing the same for future years. The new year has lots to look forward to. May each of you be blessed and have a prosperous new year.
Autumn has arrived.
The brisk winds blow.
The temperature announces
Frost on the grasses.
The early morning
Crisp in newness.
Comes with clouds of white.
Yes, autumn has arrived.
I am refreshed.
Originally Written: November 14, 2003
Ahhhh! The brisk breeze kisses my cheeks and air is crisp and tastes so fresh. The leaves are changing colors from shades of green to fall colors of yellow to brilliant reds. I know that later they will turn to browns. It is autumn and I am refreshed. I hope you are too.
Posted in humor, Ideas / Ahhh Haa's, Personal stories, Prose
Tagged autumn, breezes, leaves, musings, poem, poetry, Prose, thoughts
Each morning I awake
A new day before me.
Are there just waiting!
Selecting and eliminating.
Each possibility left undone
And changes lives.
Each evening I celebrate
Both successes and failures
All are important
To all my tomorrows.
Originally written: November 12, 2003
I was thinking about choices made and not made, of opportunities
that went unfulfilled. I was musing how a simple small choice changed
my life. A simple choice was a single step down a narrow pathway.
Each decision was a footstep to where I am today. They can be retraced,
but even that would be a different. There is only going forward with a smile.
Scritch Scratching Away
I sit here and scritch
Scratch my thoughts.
Of life and love,
Upon this piece of paper.
It surprises me
As much as you.
The words that flow
And appear upon the page.
Yet, I feel tranquil
As the page is filled
Filled with drivel
And drabble from my mind.
Originally written: November 12, 2003
I am surprised by what words appear on the page sometimes. At times the words hide behind a grey screen of fog called writers block. At other moments the words flow directly to the page without a thought or effort. The prose arrives complete without correction or interference. Then there are those hours and days of hard work to mold a piece into a sentence and into a stanza. Yes, I am surprised as you, the reader, how some pieces twist and turn.
Beloved, you wake me
In the middle of the night.
Amid the splendor of my dreams
With ardent passions.
Beloved, reality is so much
Better than dreams.
Within the wonders of your arms
I surrender to you.
Originally written: November 23, 2003
I wish everyone could have these feelings about a special someone. It is a unique and rare moment I have been told. Please note Kristin’s bare feet and Dwayne’s look on his face. I was honored to preside at their wedding as they exchanged vows.