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We’ve been dog sitting for two weeks now…it’s been amazing I might add
but it has also stirred up memories of the dog that we once had.
He was a Golden Retriever, his name was Whitman
He was as gentle as can be
We spent a good twelve years together
(I wish we had 83).
Why did you name him Whitman, people would ask?
Was it because you loved Walt Whitman’s poetry?
If only…we would answer…
he was named after a bakery.
If you think naming Whitman after a bakery was crazy…allow me to elaborate…
Whitman’s made the best better cream donuts…our family ever ate!
An amazing feature of memories is how they seem to fly in on their own wings.
They pop into our heads when we least expect them…triggered by the simplest things.
Taking Bella and Matti for a walk…watching them unwind
Throwing a ball for them to retrieve…and Whitman come’s to mind.
Sitting with Bella on the couch…before she goes to bed
thinking that’s exactly the same spot Whitman used to lay his head…
I guess it is inevitable…and certainly no reason to be dismayed
that as we make new memories…we’re reminded of old ones we have made.
It gives us a chance to think back…to be thankful…to remember with a smile
a person, or in this case a dog, who was in our life a while…
Whitman’s bakery and Whitman are long gone now but we still remember their mystique
for a dog to be named after a donut…he must have been unique!
So as we sit with these two wonderful dogs…and try to get them to behave us….
It’s nice to remember our Whitman…and all the memories he gave us.
May 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezra 1-3
Key Verse – Ezra 1:1 Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia, that the word of the LORD by the mouth of Jeremiah might be fulfilled, the LORD stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia, that he made a proclamation throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO STIRS US UP
Praise be to God for stirring us up to:
Share our salvation story by His grace
Serve Him with His sanctifying grandeur
Stand upon His settled Scriptures’ guidance
Stay in His soulwinning and stewardship gladness
Submit to His sovereign governing greatness and goodness
Ezra 2:68 Praise be to the Lord for encouraging us
to offer freely unto Him our:
Thanksgiving with our praises
Triumphant prayers by His provisions
Testimonies of progress through His propelling
Toils midst pursuits for prosperity along His power
Talents tended for His purpose and plan amidst His peace
Ezra 3:11 Praise be to the Saviour for being good
and merciful to us:
Assuring our eternal redemption
Affirming our everlasting residence
Ascertaining to us His empowering renewal
Accompanying us for our everyday restoration
Asserting to us His enduring rejuvenation for our replenishment. Amen!
May 20, 2024
On a hot and windless night
I lay in bed quietly with a bit sad
Looking back on the journey
A shadow appears bashfully on the catwalk
As shy as debtors for a grace time hide
I feel odd suddenly about that
It happens for no known reason
...
Or like a criminal carries a shackle
Escorting a soul of exile
The self-torture of
Suffocating in the dust
Being stirred up by passers...
Fairly, it represents nothing
In a world shared less or more
If equalizing goodwill with goodwill
And evil with evil...
Say it loudly, I'm truly worthy of
Standing between earth and heaven
And facing by person to person...
Not much time will be left
For flying Spiritual whiskers in the wind
And singing virtually among the mountains ...
Feed our love,
Let it blossom,
Feed our love,
Fan its embers.
A garden of purple beauties is my delight,
A radiant and clear sky is my desire,
A night sheet embellished with dazzling lights is my longing.
A fluttering of colourful wings is my joy.
Nurturing my confidence is your warm smile,
A softer life was our beginning,
Chauffeuring my day is your embrace,
A tranquil flow was our union.
Each day further apart we drift,
Each dawn miles apart we go,
Our disparate dispositions have stirred up the tide,
Our uncommon grounds have cloaked our happiness.
November 19, 2022.
I watch a star twinkle in the dark midnight sky;
a shooting star stirred up a spirited sigh.
The full moon shines its brilliant warm glow,
soft breath whispers love in rhythmical flow.
Shimmering reflections from the light of a moonbeam
stirs tranquility and romance into this dream.
Arms slide to embrace and caress you with yearning;
my passion is rising, emotions aflame, my body burning.
I lay you down gently, and in my strong arms we find
my dreams coming true as My Queen has been crowned.
Tonight for us will be a stunningly bright beginning.
Moonlight magic, love's serenade, will keep us singing.
In eighteen hundred ninety-three,
back in those silver-mining days,
a figure walked into Aspen town,
and it was the devil they say,
come looking for new souls to take.
He didn’t look like you would think,
the first time he appeared.
He was dressed like any old cow-poke,
and spend hours in saloons drinking beer,
a rough figure, but not much to fear.
They say he spoke with some miners,
and stirred up their jealousy.
Got them so mad they burned the house
of their foreman Bud McKenzie.
That night all heard poor Bud scream.
Most folk would’ve written if off
as drunken fools losing their heads.
But in the firelight dozens saw
the devil’s face shift, and grow red,
his sick laugh filling folk with dread.
He vanished that night, and for two days
things seemed to return to form.
But then he appeared as a three-year old
in young Maggie Delgado’s arms,
and she did not seem too alarmed.
She didn’t know her baby lay dead
her body left in the woods for the crows.
The devil took her form and that morning
went everywhere Maggie would go,
‘till ‘she’ jumped down and ran in the road.
Maggie cried out and ran for ‘her,’
when a horse came riding, lickety-split
It slammed into Maggie, trampled her down,
heavy hooves ending her in a lick.
The rider looked down, and was sick.
And then in the street many did see,
Maggie’s daughter grown rather tall.
Transforming into the unknown cowboy
who had lead the foreman to his fall.
He laughed again, having a ball.
Folks started to panic, leaving town,
a few stayed and found the sherriff.
Abner Gidden was his full name
a middle-aged man of quick wits,
would not sit still and put up with this.
He went to a priest of Catholic faith,
who instructed him to God to pray.
He spent a whole day seeking advise,
while many in town fled away,
to be free of the devil’s sick games.
When Abner emerged, he headed up
the slopes of Ajax with his gun.
Spent the day searching abandoned shafts
looking for perdition’s dark son.
Then at nightfall, he found the right one...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
God told Abraham, Go forth from your father’s house
Take no one else besides Sarah, your spouse
But Lot went with them, Abraham was too kind
He just couldn’t say no, and Sarah wouldn’t mind
Well, the Almighty was upset; To Himself He harumphed
Does Abraham think disobedience can triumph?
So, to Kindly Abe God no longer appeared or spoke -- *
‘til Lot’s shepherds stirred up trouble, and Abraham awoke
Told his nephew, We’ve got to separate right away
Lest the family quarrel, we must not delay
So, Lot’s shepherds went one way, Abraham’s the other
And God said, My Words to Kind Abe I can once more uncover
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*After Lot joined Abraham on his journey, God stopped speaking
to Kindly Abe - until the latter parted ways with his nephew.
Note: The title is not a mistake: Abraham and Sarah were the
only monotheists in the world until Abe converted 318 men, and
Sarah converted many women, to monotheism in Haran later on.
Some people have drama every day.
Their house burned down three times this week.
They are wearing a cast on their leg again.
Their dog ran away, dragging her dog house.
Their wedding ring popped off and down a sewer drain.
They discovered their husband has three other wives.
I know one of these Bad Luck Queens quite well. She is always stirred up.
Loud and proud, a horror story, and perpetually late to work besides.
Notoriously late, expectedly late. Let’s call her Agnes.
She has the worst luck every day. A strange man was in her house.
She could not come to work before she got him out of there.
She had a fender bender. There were no witnesses,
so she had to wait for the police.
Someone broke down the front door of her house in the middle of the night
And took all her kid’s Christmas presents for the sixth year in a row.
Her grandmother ran away from the old folk’s home on Tuesday.
She has been found, but Agnes has to take off early today
to find her a new place.
Suggestions are made but Agnes has tried everything. Nothing works for her.
Her life is perpetually upside down, topsy-turvy, in the toilet.
She has a small cut, and she wonders if it is cancer.
It is almost like she hopes it is.
She never has enough money for lunch.
Can she please have your extra can of soup?
She is so grateful for any help she can get.
When we first met her, we were more than willing to loan her
a candy bar, can of soup, and
Sometimes money. Nothing ever gets back though,
so now it is the newbies who are rallying
To have a little party for her.
They think we savvy survivors are horrible for not wanting to cough up a mere dollar apiece for her grandmother's funeral, not realizing we have already coughed up a dollar for nineteen of Agnes' grandmothers' funerals.
Agnes, the Bad Luck Queen, interesting every time she is seen.
Poseidon blew up a hurricane without any pause
He loved the conflict and the worry it caused
Hoping to cause a Tsunami in the Florida Keys
Stop it! The other gods begged, “Stop it Please!”
Poseidon was a god of his own making, one of a kind.
He did not pay attention to any of them, paid them no mind.
He had his agenda, and he was ready to do what he had to do.
He stirred up the water until it turned dangerous and azure blue.
Come on! The other gods said. “Give the earth a break,”
But Poseidon loved confusion; desired a disastrous earthquake.
He stirred up the waters so hard, the sharks turned tail and swam away.
Loving it that he had caused turmoil and consternation today.
Stoked and stirred up, fire flares,
If provoked, cobra scares,
Hurt by loss of glory,
Startled, beasts show fury,
Goaded, ego gloats in thin airs.
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Translation |11.01.2025| ego, self, fire, snake/cobra
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Ego identifies with (lower) self--man, bird or beast. If hurt, it reacts. When stoked fire flares. If provoked, cobra tries to scare. So does human ego. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Jvalati chalite indhana agnih,
vi-prakrtah pannagah phanaam kurute |
Praayah sve mahimaanam kshobhaat
prati-padyanta jantavah || 218 ||