Smiled down upon are, here.
The one sunny place.
Meanwhile round about, everywhere
All what blurs for grief.
If so willed meant for whom
If not, friend, ourselves!
Self congratulations deplore.
Yet clap them! If brief.
Even Jesus paused to lift His voice in grateful praise,
A shining light to guide us through our darkest days.
We often say, "God is good, all the time," with cheerful song,
But do we trust His goodness when the nights are hard and long?
When bills are high, when loved ones hurt, when tears begin to fall,
Will we still declare His goodness as the faithful Lord of all?
For His Word reminds us, "In everything give thanks," and stand,
For perfect peace will guard the heart upheld by God's own hand.
Let thanksgiving fill our lips with songs of endless praise,
For God has kept us safely through life's winding, weary ways.
He sends His angels round about to shelter and defend,
His mercy knows no measure, and His love will never end.
He heals, provides, restores our hope, and saves each willing soul;
His faithfulness through every season makes the broken whole.
So let our hearts overflow with gratitude each day,
Giving thanks to Christ our Lord, our Truth, our Life, our Way.
You say “Light” out of love.
My writing,
My poems?
Are in the dark,
So you say.
So much judgment
said in such a round-about way.
I’m not angry,
I’m not upset.
But I also don’t feel guilt or that supposed regret,
but that empty feeling I’ve always had,
And that overflowing urge to write.
Like honey,
As if I were a bee.
A worker bee,
In the dark depths of the hive.
An artificial hive controlled solely by you,
With no other bees,
but me.
So that makes you the human,
The one smoking me.
You’re the light,
Yet you’re stealing every last drop of honey from me.
But not to eat,
To discard.
Since nothing I make
would ever be worthy enough
to put in a jar.
Even so, I could sell my honey to the world,
But numbers mean nothing to you.
You want it for yourself first,
You always do.
Discarded
Contentment is a state of mind,
Resulting from experience,
And wisdom plays a healthy role,
In finding this inheritance,
Passed down to us from gentle hands,
And loving hearts through time.
As we observe our parents lives,
Our own lives are refined.
We emulate the things they do,
Take on unconscious manners,
Knowing not that we've acquired,
These traits from family standards;
And so it is we learn our ways,
From all those 'round about us.
Be careful where your children play,
For others do imprint us,
With notions that are not our own,
But learned in other places;
So watch them closely 'till they're grown,
And know what social grace is.
Teach them how to be content,
Through love and self control.
Though they may stray a little while,
They'll come back to the fold.
Above these darker grown
Piny-shady woods
That, deeper, for its bears'
Hideout, enclosed in
Greatest of the great unknowns
Out-stares. Need more gin?
Only what reflects it
For this campfire's sparks
Goes out. As high tracked of
Homey, reassure
We, round about, in friendship
Warmer show its lure.
I recall walking round about in silly circles
Always ended up back home
Doom averted
Silent shouts for joy and bliss
My Kamera you captured my heart
Wavy chips and sour grits
echoes of you foot steps in the distance
I see you with my eyes open In my Minds eye
Under avowed distance we grew deeper and deeper in Love
Perth or Waco or York I am Kami's forever where ever I am
Nothing can destroy my Love for you Milla my Best friend
Our Love is Eternal
I look, drawing the scene into a narrow focus.
Unable to see detail without changing
when and where I look,
changing my point of view.
Still, the periphery begged to be seen.
Just out of range and over the edge.
Look at me, Look at me, it said.
Each small twist of the head
changed the parameters of what
seemed to be was real, when revealed.
Surfaces thinned
became translucent, less lucid, transparent
Meaning shifted ground
up and down, side to side
focusing in, out, round about.
To look is to disturb.
To measure is to move.
To know a position
is to lose the grip, lose control
and set the scene
into an endless shimmering of motion
quivering in my mind's eye,
somewhere between
what I see,
and what I cannot hold still enough,
to snap a shot
of the full perspective insight
of what I see.
A child's small hands lift
a world asleep beneath glass—
til shaken and swirled
the snow stirs the scene to dream
reborn by a child's delight.
Snow globes can teach us
how to begin yet again—
shake, watch, let snow drift
a whirlpool of renewal,
a hand-held show of wonder.
In each crystal sphere
memories glitter like frost
snowflakes hesitant
are uncertain where to land—
so keen to spin round about.
In each clear glass sphere,
memories glow as glitter,
snowflakes reluctant
to fall, can't choose where to rest—
so keen to prolong their dance.
Make the still world dance—
in slow, tender, revolving
in a gentle gush
for snow lingers the longest
when globe is stirred, not shaken.
As the snow grows still,
the small world grows clear again
quiet, glad, content—
resting peacefully cradling
all its spellbound memories.
A busy bee browses the lavender bush
Collecting sweet nectar no doubt
Visits loads of blue flowers
Goes on round about.
Some distance away tall buddleia blooms.
Its long purple blossoms in spikes
The butterflies love it and never give up
Its nectar is vital for life.
The soil underneath is full of life too
Worms, woodlice, and beetles and plenty of bugs.
Some nice things, some not so
No-one ever likes slugs.
Oh thank you, yes, thank you, God, your precious plan,
No part independent though millions of bits
Each needing some others, some sharing of life
Each particle useless if just hit-or-miss.
In a round-about, indirect
Not to dissect but inspect
Alternative means to deflect
From some singular aspect,
Of getting to a point or effect…
I need to be more direct.
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
And the children cried out to their Maker
Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace
They all clamered 'round about Him
Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased
They came upon a leper
His body wreaked, his eyes were dim
He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus
He was crippled but he really loved Him
Finally they left, the sun was low
There was chatter, good things had happened
They bragged how Jesus loved them so
Fight! Fight! the Lord God cried
Ready for battle, stand your ground
The dead spirits are 'round about
Spreading evil to take us down
Oh no we will fight the people said
We know our God is on our side
Thank you Lord for all you've done
You have gone and saved our lives
Good and browned, for you, a pancake round,
flipped and stacked, a joy so profound,
or perhaps, I'll share, a waffle square,
with pear for extraordinary flair.
Flair, is great for a flapjack of wheat,
square, wonderful for a Belgian treat.
Profound, indeed, is a poppy seed -
round about now, that's just what I need
sprinkled upon a lemon muffin.
Spring Ritual
Stark
naked
feminists
join hands and dance
exuberantly
on a verdant hilltop
leaping round about in step
beneath an enlightened blue sky
to commemorate Spring’s arrival
and the emancipation of women.
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