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Monday is here and there is nothing to fear, the sun has gone down, and the moon has turned around; time is hanging on the tree and patience is waiting for thee. I booked a ticket to sunset land to observe what was going on, the air was not clear and lots of racketeering was going on over there, so I set my ship a sail and move towards of the rail, but as I approached the center of the sea, a sudden mist came out of nowhere and filled the sky that hangs over the sea. The boats were moving about but no one could see what was transpiring in the deep blue sea. Everything came to a standstill, but the mist kept moving rapidly up the stoic hill. Throw the carcass into the sea and let the spirit walk with thee. The creatures of the sea will have a feast and dine with the carcass until the day is done. There is mist over the sea and it is taking my energy away from me, so clear it up before it starts swelling up your gut. There is a mist over the sea, and it is following thee.
Some days are like a bowl of cherries
Some day are like the pits
Today started out like a winner for sure
Then quickly turned ugly bit by bit
Frustration is surely part of the scene
As we age, we are much less tolerant
Set in our ways, we are unable to bend
Probably need a brain transplant
Tomorrow is always another day
With its own set of highs and lows
It's own set of frustrations and triumphs
Not everything is in our control
Bendability is an excellent word
That encompasses what I'm saying
To allow for things out of our control
And still enjoy life's game we're playing
Bottom line is accept each day as it comes
Each one is another day blessed
I step across the stone threshold, feet moving slow as a heartbeat. The quiet of the church rises up to meet you.
You are looking for a place to rest your weight, looking for eyes that will see you and stay. Instead, there is the sharp sting of a turned back.It is the heaviest kind of silence when you offer your presence and receive a departure.
I stood at the threshold of the nave,my slow steps dragging the dust of the road.I reached out a hand toward your shadow ,but you turned your face away leaving me with the cold air of the aisle.Shepherd me, O Lord.
The staff feels far off in the dark.The valleys are deep, the paths are rocky and the sheep are so numerous.I am the one lagging at the very back wondering if the gate will shut before I reach it.
Will you look down at the bruised reed? Will you call the name I have forgotten how to speak? Or am I too frayed for the pasture ,too broken for the fold?
I am waiting by the altar rail asking if there is oil enough for my head asking if I am worth the search when the night grows long.
We all live with the choices that we make but do we realize what is truly at stake? Hearts some times yearning for what we gave up, starting afresh but no longer a pup. Come here my new friend, another cup of loneliness.
We've been kicked to the curb and hurt to our core as we turned what was love into a war, and thru it all we did endure, and still we get up and begin once more or drink from the cup of loneliness.
Most days I am up at four and hurriedly go out the door, staying much busier then ever before, just to avoid that cup of loneliness. Many nights when I'm at rest, it returns like an uninvited guest to insist, taunt and press, "you must drink from your cup of loneliness!!" Finally, finally, I agree and in those dark spaces I finally see other light beings beckoning to me, "come join us in the endless sea, together we swim to eternity, way, way beyond the cup of loneliness..
Dearest Children,
The world is vast, future is uncertain!
You are the precious wealth I have been gifted with!
My life is blessed -
because of you!
My life was not a rosy picture when I grew up…
not all the experiences were pleasant! Rather it was tough!
I want you to be prepared for hurdles and
hardships that will come your way,
in the course of an adventurous lifetime.
Our world is changing…
climate change is a real issue which
needs to be addressed right now…
before it is too late!
We are already experiencing Nature's wrath with
unusual floods,Tsunami, Forest Fire, Earthquake!
Does Mother Nature want us to be more conscientious
for the blessings we are endowed with?
Somewhere in our world,
a huge war is ravaging…
destroying tranquil lives of numerous families,
the way two disastrous world wars
changed many beautiful lives for ever!
Our responsibility is to create an environment
of empathy and affinity...dear children,
which I proudly witnessed in your eyes!
As a mother, I have tried to teach you values,
Not by preaching, but by trying to show examples.
Exercising good judgement, honesty, and compassion,
You may not always be the winner,
Your life may not be smooth throughout!
My nest is empty...
But when wings turned strong,
I let you soar in the wide horizon of
limitless sky, navigate unknown shores!
Love! The most beautiful emotion of our life!
Love can make you happy,
Love can sometimes leave you miserable!
Have faith in your ability to accept
All turbulent experiences life throws at you!
Life is sublime!
Blessings,
Your Mom
Why can’t you stay? Your pretty views
are skies’ cerulean and the blues
of sweet wild blooms that I can see
beneath a sun that shines for me
like lemon crests on cockatoos!
Watermelon and honeydews -
I savor flavors in chartreuse.
But lilac days, how soon they flee!
Why can’t you stay?
Your lavender of June imbues
my soul with joy. Bring no adieus!
Let coral sun gleam endlessly
on aquamarine of a sea
turned tangerine. Bright saffron hues -
Why can’t you stay?
Aug. 15, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Seasonal Color Contest
I could feel the uneasiness in the air,
With every word the people would swear.
With every shout my heart shred,
But His love just spread.
With tears pouring down my face,
From His heart poured grace.
All the hurt I felt,
Yet, He endured all the sins and stripes He was dealt.
With His Blood that was shed,
He gave life to the dead.
While upon that old cross He hung,
On the ground I was flung.
As I screamed out in my own agony,
He was held in infamy.
As He cried out, “It is finished”,
The leaders thought the chaos would be diminished.
As the sky turned dark and the earth did quake,
I felt my God did me forsake.
While buried in the earth,
Little did I know, what was about to birth.
The gates of hell He opened wide,
A new way He did provide.
Three days later He arose,
And threw to Satan, death blows.
At the first rays of light,
I ran to the sight.
Expecting my Son to find,
Instead, only His burial garments He left behind.
An angel of God stood there,
And said, "He has risen, go share.”
As fast as my feet could fly,
I just had to go testify.
My Son is alive,
And redemption He did provide.
©Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
A body under a bush today called my attention.
Strange feelings overwhelmed me, too many to mention.
I swiftly looked away pretending I had not seen it at all.
My husband seemed to drive faster away from the mall.
I am not a crime solver or detective so why me I thought.
My husband was shaky, he seemed a little distraught.
Did you see a body? He asked me....by that playground slide
What body? I asked. I quite easily lied.
Probably a mannequin he said dismissively with relief.
We did not turn on the news for days, thus escaped some grief.
The body was discovered by a group of teenagers the next night
They looked great on TV, so it turned out better and all right.
Like a motionless swan beside the lake ,alone
under the cherry blossom , the silence of the moon , and waking leaves.
Far from the eyes that loved her , far from the hands that touched her
Far from the eager tenderness of his breathing breeze .
Far from secret whispers, Far from dark roast coffee beans with aniseed
Far from changing faces, far from vacant spaces,
far from cloying lips that turned so bitter-sweet.
Close to melancholic stars ,beneath passing clouds
Close to murky dusk ,acid rain and foggy shrouds
Solitary, She performs her last ballet , down the hill
The warmth of his bare spirit waltzing softly upon her skin.
There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant
Known to be exorbitantly militant
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My Commandant
One day she came across an elephant
Elegant and obviously dominant
She started on her typical rant
Then stopped and decided to recant
Both agreed it was all very insignificant
They chatted, it turned out the elephant
Was actually the ant's aunt
Suddenly the intolerant ant
Has become cheerful and exuberant
And now routinely breaks out in chant
Read on air by invitation ~ May 26, 2020 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020