Time passed by slowly; the breeze felt low.
Only one star twinkled, its lonely foe.
The yellow sunny light lit up the sky,
And a light breeze chased the clouds goodbye.
How calm was the large lake.
Even the waves did not quake.
Swallows flew above, chirping bright
Some flying left, some turning right.
Loons flew hither and thither, all around
Some would dive for fish with hardly a sound.
While white swans glided peacefully.
Incredibly, they easily evaded each other.
How I wish the scene had a long duration.
Such a scene filled me with great elation.
I woke up today reciting a rhyming poem
It went on forever, I forgot I was home
After reaching the bathroom, it evaded me.
I cannot even remember the subject after my pee
This epic poem must not have meant itself to be
Because I cannot remember for the life of me
anything about this epic poem that went on forever
when will I remember this sixty-five line poem? I guess never.
They are so simple little things
the very basics that make life real
just stop a moment and ponder
so be thankful next time you kneel
The hearing ear is not for everyone
some are born deaf, so can't hear
never take your hearing for granted
especially when yours is very clear
The seeing eye can be near and far
Various deficiencies affect each one
remember with thankfulness what you see
it's a gift to look at all you've done
But stop now and think of God
for it's the Lord alone who made both
this all-seeing and all-hearing creator
touched us there for our growth
Now consider those who are not so blessed
God's sovereign hand has evaded them
why? you ask, well, no one knows
only God knows, for He decides your stem
Remember every day all that's yours
so much to be ever thankful
whatever our loss, we've got gain
all our profit is our bright jewel
(The hearing ear and the seeing eye,
The Lord has made them both.)
Proverbs 20: 12 (ESV)
I laid my heavy head upon my bed,
Worn thin by the day’s demands.
Every inch of my body burned,
And soon I fell into deathlike sleep.
In that land, I met the Lord—
Long had I evaded Him;
But this time, He found me,
And would not let me go.
He kissed my weary soul,
Overwhelmed by His love;
I poured out my broken heart,
As His gentle hands held me still.
I know not all that passed between us,
But I woke with a heart made willing—
Ready to serve,
Ready to follow where He leads.
Quote:“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today,”-Abraham Lincoln
Another quote from ancient Indian saint Kabirdas:
"What you plan for tomorrow, begin today,
And what’s yours for today, don’t delay.
In just a heartbeat, the world could end —
If not now, when will you begin again?"
You cannot hide
from the weight of what waits—
tomorrow carries its ledger
long before its dawn.
Each choice left undone
is a promise unpaid;
every evaded task
grows its roots in waiting shadows.
To delay is not relief
but silent invitation
for tomorrow’s burden to deepen,
for its cost to compound.
So pick up your courage
in the fragile light of today,
and act — not for praise,
but for peace.
For only when we meet
our duties in the present
can we lay claim to a gentler future,
free of borrowed burden.
A snow-capped mountain where nobody goes;
a forest thick with foliage and trees;
a river which meanders as it flows
through spaces that nobody likely sees;
an expanse of sand too wide to be traversed;
a tundra where no man cares to abide;
a spot deep in the sea that’s not yet cursed;
a forgotten weed-infested graveside.
In this world where so many places teem
with humanity and the chaos we bring,
there still exists the quiet of a dream
and nature has evaded mankind’s sting.
Where silence listens, sounds are wild or raw,
like wind-rush,
wave-roar or
simple crow-caw.
The completion I sought evaded me,
even though I lived every dream heart sought,
so I turned to God that soul may be free,
living in the now, unshackled from thought.
Relinquishing each conditioned belief,
skin warmed by the sun, soul touched by the breeze,
befriending silence I obtained relief,
ambling then through life with nonchalant ease.
Radiating light and sharing heart’s love,
treating my sojourn on earth as a game,
breath by breath God’s grace poured in from above,
thus in timeless tine, we became the flame.
Heart quick to forgive, I learnt how to live ~
Reflecting God’s light, I’ve so much to give
~ A Lighthearted Look at Cheating on Keeping Kosher ~
Pick my poison, shrimp or pork
closed my eyes, lowered my fork
I’d hankered for that suckling pig
but I tasted shrimp, and couldn’t renege
Lightning didn’t strike me, I did a jig
of the (shrimp) cocktail, I took a swig
Upon awakening, my stomach was rent asunder
Hmm. I'd evaded the lightning ~ but not the thunder
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Sometimes older Jews tell young'uns that if they eat
pork, they'll be struck by lightning... Seems they
should mention shrimp and other non-kosher fare too!
There is a reported
Convergence of
Science and spirit
Seen as evidence
Of a coming
Realization of what
For the millennia
Has evaded so much
Searching..a goal
On the horizon with
A promise finally
Of felt success..
Such may seem a story
Of futility writ large
Not separated from a
Beautiful story of
Infinite expression..
Her story is hidden in every third word.
Our hunter sought deer. He tracked silently while he bounded over brooks, away, into woods, zigzagging amongst trees, through undergrowth, while the doe jumped dense thickets ahead. Forest birds screeched and took flight, evading chance of danger. It was her he tracked. Instinct and guile kept him focussed. Her near silence ahead bewitched him: She seemed so rested as she quietly evaded him. In between moments a cool breeze, hidden, opened a spot. She was watching, unmoving as the arrow left hunter - aimed well, but hitting wood. She waited. He slipped another shaft into his bow. The forest waited, hushed. He sensed depths as eyes of each met. The arrow stayed; woodland breathed again.
Do you know the movie “Catch Me if You Can?”
DiCaprio stars as the perfect con man.
His exploits of impersonation and fraud
had me - as I watched the film - feeling awed.
In this film, DiCaprio’s character is Frank,
a teen who makes fake checks to cash at the bank.
A pilot this young man pretended to be
who worked for Pan Am. A montebank was he!
Frank Abagnale also pretended
to work as a doctor; when that job ended,
he was a lawyer and with riches blessed.
The FBI came; he evaded arrest.
This movie (of Spielberg’s) made money I guess
for Frank Abagnale. Nevertheless,
more than a con man was Frank; it appears
Frank was in jail during all those “con” years!
He’s more than a charlatan and swindler. Now,
Frank’s book as a movie has been a hit. Wow!
But his best con of all – every claim that he made
was all hype or big lies; and for that he got paid!
Can you hear what I'm hearing?
I hear a cry, loud and clear,
blowing across the nation from sea
to shining sea; from the lowlands
and valleys in the east to the
highlands and mountains of the west.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
From New York City to San Francisco,
Miss Liberty feels a threat. Her bell rings
out far less Bill of Rights. I hear cries
of agony dressed in fear and protest.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such a cry can only be sounded by those who.
have tasted the sweetness of freedom and would
rather die than live without its liberty.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such is not a cry encumbered with a thirst for
things material, but rather one from the soul,
bleeding red, white, and blue tears enough to
fill the nation's lakes, rivers, and reservoirs.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Hear ye well, every social class, rich or poor,
educated, elites, or commoners. We do well to listen
to the soul's cry. Such a cry cannot be bought or sold,
will never go on vacation, be placated, or evaded.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22
The Moon became quietly jealous
One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
Went to the dancer with Perseus.
At first, she passed for a star
Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
Her ample speed gave proof.
Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
To observe her quick rendezvous.
Fair Venus shined like a jewel -
Like one worthy to be set in a ring.
Because she was so beautiful -
She sent a jaded Moon waning.
The wide net of the Milky Way
Was cast and failed to pull her in.
She outshined the Dog Star
And evaded sly Orion
And as the Sun moved below -
He teased her with stealing her glory.
She lusted for that power
And disappeared after him shortly.
Tho' I know her general stream
And her light is brilliant and dense -
She's been gone. I haven't seen
The Elusive Lady since.
Amidst the shadowed depths, I tread with care,
Within a realm where darkness does abide.
My outstretched hand, a shield to guide,
Yet failed to clasp, my fingers hide.
A slender door, unseen, evaded my every sense,
Unleashing blows upon my head.
My familiar metaphors, disturbed, unread
To drift apart, no longer as they were before.
Thus, people and things estranged, they stray,
No longer matched as days of yore.
In altered union, they wander wide,
No longer bound as once before.
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