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Sandy - Someone I know...
Who is a poet, artist, retired business owner
Who is warm, giving, sensitive, creative, positive
Who is a loving wife of 66 years to a great husband
Who is a mom of 3, grandma of 5, great-grandma of 5
Who is a loyal, loving, supportive friend
Who loves poetry, art, opera, nature, animals
Who feels spiritual, inspired, devoted, needed
Who needs love, family, friends, peace, order
Who offers love, advice, time, inspiration
Who yearns for peace- and return to values and respect
Who shares talents, leadership, and organizational skills
Who is a resident of the Hudson Valley, New York
Sandy- Someone I know...
Before us, the harbor unfurls its tapestry of lights,
Serried jewels winking on numberless nights.
Onshore, they’re jostled in a million-starred galaxy,
Into the harbor they spill in a gleaming frenzy.
Neon tassels they are, shimmying on dark water,
Startled by passing ships, they break and scatter.
High above, the sky glitters with a crowded glory,
Affords the earthbound lights no lofty sanctuary.
Of finding welcome the itinerant lights despair,
In vain they have searched for a peaceful lair.
Then, out of the night, a twinkle starts to beckon
With infinite gladness, like a love-filled beacon.
Lured are the lights to where this promise lies,
Hurrying in flight, till they reach your blessed eyes.
In those limpid pools they arrive and congregate,
Join the resident sparkle, a new luster they radiate.
I know well their rapture, a joy so mighty,
For in your eyes, I too have found luminous beauty.
July 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 16-18
Key Verse – Proverbs 16:1 The preparations of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, is from the Lord.
FAITH IN GOD WHO PREPARES OUR HEARTS
God prepares our hearts to become wise, Scripturally prudent
Midst any wickedness-dent
For us to behave uprightly as heavenly resident
By faith in His providence, making us divinely confident.
God prepares our hearts to become genuinely loving
Midst hatred along trials, proving
For us to seek always Your pardon of timely forgiving
By faith in His compassion, as to You we are cleaving.
God prepares our hearts to become righteous
Midst mischief that makes us not courteous
For us to stay in His satisfaction of blessings so plenteous
By faith in His holiness toward our gain of character-virtues.
God prepares our hearts to become glad while in Him, indeed delighted
Midst pride, greed, selfishness which are evil-directed
For us to trust His counsel and be peacefully perfected
By faith in His truth while victoriously uplifted.
God prepares our hearts to become kind and merciful
Midst cruelty along hypocrisy of the deceitful
For us to practice good works, being fruitful
By faith in His favour to make us productively bountiful.
God prepares our hearts to become obedient to His command
Midst stubbornness along demand of humanistic stand
For us to submit to Him, surrendered to what He has planned
By faith in His leadership of guiding hand.
God prepares our hearts to become worshipful, gratefully triumphant
Midst worldliness of temptations so abundant
For us to serve Him along His strength that makes us vibrant
By faith in His Word, eternally radiant toward letting us jubilant.
July 18, 2025
Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.
A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
Her skirts flying about.
Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white,
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.
Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white,
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.
She always has a pot on,
I thought it some strange brew,
She let me have a taste of it,
It was a tastey stew.
She never casts an evil spell,
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret,
As all good witches should.
My dog was hurt real bad once,
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him all night.
I was really sick once,
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.
Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play,
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.
This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her,
You guessed it, she's my mom.
Judy Ball
Mother's are like that, yeah, they are.
Endowed with the magic of love.
First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with hope
Who fears the dark, enclosed spaces, yet feels fearless in the breeze
Who would like to see the masses succeed
Resident of home, a warm embrace, a tender touch
Surname
I found this structure boring and unimaginative and mundane in a world enriched with such flavoursome musings - I unapologetically ruined the form with pride and decided the words below were more entertaining for your reading pleasure... Enjoy me
An ounce of ratbag, a giggle, a bounce and slide,
she puts on her socks and polishes the floor with her moves,
the running dive onto the bed is never a question and she loves to sneak up and tickle.
Frosted grass, and a breaky sunrise eaten from the curb, delights her heart and inspires her mind.
Her one love - a child of impossibility - held on by hope; a chance to live, to laugh.
Intrigued by the landscape of colour, enlightened by touch, cleansed in a breeze.
A smile to light up the dark, delivers a truth profound, generous in love in all its forms.
A dancer in a world of statues, grounded and real, she will lift you up and hold you til your ready.
Musically, she paints the tragic world with grace, sensually depicting each space, raw and defined.
A family of separated ties has carved an independence so fierce she is rarely displaced.
Adopted by the masses, free in spirit she maintains faith, home is all she needs and finds that in many: a comfortable easy smile, a gift of coffee, an open door - embraced.
Loved.
A friendship gift, a unique beautiful ride, buckle up she's arrived...
17/10/2018
As a new resident in a rural farming community,
I was shown a picture of a black bear by a new
found friend. Thinking this sighting to be news worthy,
I said, "Have you contacted the news media about this? "
With a respectful gaze, he informed me that bears were
Not uncommon in the area. I thought to myself that I never
'signed up for black bears' when I decided to relocate to Mississippi.
Other wildlife experiences have been: watching a stray cat eat a
wild rabbit. Stopping on a highway for a baby alligator to safely cross.
Being startled by a snake hanging from my back door, and my wife
Being shocked to see another snake wrapped around the door nob
of our front door. Experiencing a black bear greeting me at the window
as I was writing on my computer. Except for the baby alligator, none
of these wild life encounters were pleasant ones.
Our apartment looks out
on the parking lot of Montefiore–
that transient place old people go
in their final days.
Visitors come and go
all hours of the day and night
to be with their loved ones–
those they fear may not last another night.
Tonight it is unusually quiet at Montefiore,
at two o’clock AM,
on this eighteenth day of December,
just one week before Christmas.
I watch the snowflakes helplessly fall
in the dim yellow light of the parking lot lamp posts.
They glide and swirl in unpredictable circles,
like tiny off balance ballet dancers.
With delight,
my eyes catch sight
of a single string of colorful twinkling Christmas lights
in a resident’s second floor window.
My mind races back to a similarly cold December eve,
more than fifty years ago,
when I hung a single string of Christmas lights
around the inside of my grandmother’s bedroom window.
How she loved looking at the lights,
and watching snowflakes dance outside her window,
while I held her soft warm hand,
and she hummed her favorite Christmas carols.
I knew in that fleeting instant
just how special that string of lights must be
to the resident in that second floor room
just across the parking lot.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
A look out the window shows a lake
in the middle of the woods,
offers the sun’s reflections and friends made
miles away from any town.
The bartender in the restaurant
charges a dollar for the cola,
but the view is for free.
Cottages scattered among trees
allow each resident a piece of nature.
The sun peaking through a crown
offers a view of the sublime.
Off somewhere deer and bears reside
while I ponder hidden meanings of life.
One week spent in this wild paradise offers visions
to carry me through my daily life.
Sublime
Wonderer, optimist, introvert, dreamer
Brother of Pratima
Lover of empathy canopy, touch of loving heart, beauty of nature
Who feels contented with small things, elated to see people happy, grateful for God’s blessings
Who fears the obscurity of the unknown, breaking of dreams, wrecking of family nest
Who would like to see a peaceful world, tolerant people, equality of gender
Resident of Jaipur, Rajasthan State, India,
Roy
Your essence makes for me my second shadow,
even in the darkness of bleak times I find it glow.
The chandelier of love you light with charisma spun,
my wife, you complete me, I feel from two we’re one.
the family left her with one credit card
Because it seemed unkind to not leave her with that
the card got passed around from resident to resident
stolen, restolen, restolen, restolen, restolen
No one ordered anything from it,
it was used however to flick fuzzies off of a quilt
to scratch a neck, as a straight edge to draw a line,
to scrape an itchy finger.
You must take it home, the nurses told the family.
This is an Alzheimer’s unit; one of them might figure out how to use it
none of them did, and the family left it with their mother
in case she regained her knowledge of credit cards
she never did