Shape Me

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We who have a calling,

A mission of which we’re sure,

May think that ensconced at home

Is more than we can endure

 

“What of my great mission?”

A world I’m supposed to change

To do it from behind closed doors

Feels unnaturally strange

 

But what is my purpose?

What am I meant to be?

Is serving God and others

More that just about me?

 

Lord use this time of seclusion

To mould me as you see fit

Let me think of the greater good

And help me in this time to do my bit

 

It’s not about grand gestures

Or the numbers that hear my voice

But those I can keep safe from home

To “love my neighbour” is my choice.

 

Heavenly Father, shape me to serve you.  Make me a vessel of encouragement, a servant through prayer.  Lord instill me wisdom, and humility.  Lord watch over and protect all your people. Amen.

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“But now, LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter. All of us are the work of your hand (Isaiah 64:8).” [see Isaiah 29:16; Jeremiah 18:1-9; Romans 9:14-24 as well]

 

Following Dreams, Living in the Moment

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A very special friend gave me a copy of Charlie Mackesy’s The Boy, the Mole, The Fox, and the Horse for Christmas.  I have, as she suggested, dipped in and out of it since, but read it in order and in full today.  It followed on the heels of reading Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist.  It too was a product of a kindness, as one of my readers made the very generous comment that she saw a similarity in my writing style and Coelho’s.

I was amazed at the similarities in the philosophy and sentiment of both books.  “Follow you dreams,” and “Make the most of the present moment” resound through both works.

In this time of isolation, and confinement, following dreams may well seem impossible.  But, not if the second principle is followed.  I have works I had wanted to read, and stories I have wanted to tell.  What better time than this to do so?

I have commented before, that in this time, I feel very much closer to my late wife, even as I am more cut-off from others.  I am having time to “relish the moment” when I prepare recipes she enjoyed, and admire the decorations in the home we made together.

So as both Coelho and Mackesy suggest, love does fill one’s life.  Let’s use this time to thank those who are dear to us, and to reiterate our love for them.

To Sophie and Christine, thank you for the love you have shown me.

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Building a Kingdom

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Jesus said upon the mount,

“Blessed are the poor”

But have you ever bothered –

To read but a few words more?

 

“Blessed are the poor in spirit” –

Those without big egos –

Or “me first” undue pride

 

So in these uncertain times

Put others first instead

Think of what they need and keep yourself inside.

 

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Promises – Gordon Lightfoot

 

This week Jim Adams has challenged us to write about songs that contain the words Promise/Vow/Oath.  Gordon Lightfoot’s 1982 release Thank You For The Promises does that wonderfully in a emotional reflective way.  The song appeared on Lightfoot’s fifteenth album Shadows, which reached number 87 on the Billboard charts.

 

Lyrics:

Thank you for the promises we make
I know I can’t complain
I think I did all right
No failures are in sight
Only now and then
I’d like to reminisce
Do you remember when
Even if we’re angels we can’t ask
To wander through the past
The future is our goal
The night is black as coal
If I could pay the price
I’d like to love you once
I’d love to love you twice
Thanks
We cannot say enough
The road is sometimes rough
But we can get along
The going will get tough
But we won’t be afraid
Of the promises we made
Thank you for the promises you keep
When I am fast asleep
To be where we belong
Is all that I can ask
We can do it in the shade
As long as I have you
And the promises we made
Thank you for the promises we break
If you made a clean mistake
Well that’s what love’s about
No need to stand and shout
The truth is in your eyes
The answer lies within
No need to criticize
Thanks
For the promises at hand
The abuse that we must stand
Is often heaven sent
They may not pay the rent
You never can be sure
When promises get bent
Thank you for the promises that live
This is all that I can give
Forever in my mind
To leave the past behind
And seal it with a kiss
Forever in my soul
I will remember this
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Gordon Lightfoot
Thank You for the Promises lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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Not Alone

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When my wife and best friend passed in September, I was thrust into a world which she had spent the entirety of her illness trying to prepare me for.  I was blessed by her efforts, and while at times lonely – I am not alone.  She fostered great friendships and support systems for me.

Now with Covid 19, and a lock down owing to my own underlying health concerns, I am blessed by the ability to remain in the home we built together.  The decorations, furnishings, and just the memories of her are comforting.

This time of self-isolation is also bringing me closer to “her world” – the hours she would have spent each day alone in the house awaiting my daily return from work.  She filled those with music, art, and reading.  Through her recordings, coluoring books, and library – these too I can share.

Today’s prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is to compose a somonka poem, which is a Japanese form.  It is two tankas written as two love letters to each other (one tanka per love letter).  In my poem below I have tried to capture my feelings, and what I believe to be Dianne’s response.

When you departed
My isolation began
My life without you
Now necessity -locked in
Your presence anew I feel

You’ve not been alone
I prepared you for this day
Memories abide
My mark is upon our home
Each place where we shared our lives

 

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Love’s A Funny Thing

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I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.  It’s the way of things, isn’t it?  Boy meets girl, and boy and girl fall in love.  Then things happen, whether it is conflicting interests, or “greener grass” next door.  They move apart, and one or the other is heart-broken and will “never love again.”  Before you know it – Well – girl meets boy, and the world goes on.  So why should I be any different?  After all, I write novels, my trade is to pen such convoluted stories.  But to be honest, I write them because I think something is missing in me.  So when it, love that is,  actually “happens” in real life and not on the page, it’s kind of disconcerting.  Love, and life for that matter, is quite a funny thing that way.  It seems full of surprises.

(144 words)

 

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Written for d’Verse Prosery: Surprised or Not Prompt: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

A Kiss Amid the Flowers

Jon was not really ready to move on.  Miriam had left him to “find herself,” only six weeks ago, but his sister kept insisting that he put it behind him, and take the plunge again.  He therefore reluctantly agreed to a bind date with her colleague, Eva.

It wasn’t going to be any more awkward than it needed be, just a cup of coffee and a chat.  No planned meal with reservations, or anything.  It could be short and sweet if they didn’t hit it off.

“So how long have you been a teacher?” Jon asked.

“About three years, and I really enjoy it.  I love seeing the creativity, and expression the kids can give.  That’s what’s great about teaching art.”

“So you’re an artist?” he asked, sincerely interested.

“Yes, I guess so.  It’s kind of my passion.”

“Having passion is good,” he said – before blushing and quickly adding, “about your work I mean.”

He was now even more embarrassed and Eva took pity on him.  “So Helen tells me you are an architect.  Kind of an artist too,” she said with a wink.

“Um, yeah, but mostly just straight lines, and  – and,” he trailed off.

Eva liked the shy innocence he was showing, and changed the subject to places she had been to on holiday and the beautiful buildings she had seen.  Jon took the opportunity to overcome his momentary shyness and joined in with some travels of his own.

The conversation then fell onto Barcelona, a city they both had been to and loved.  Art, Gaudí, parks, and food were recalled and enthusiastically discussed.

“I just adore paella,” Eva was concluding when Jon noticed that they had come to be holding hands across the table.  Not only that, but two hours had passed, in what seemed mere minutes.

“Eva,” he said, “this has been really wonderful, but it’s getting kind of late.  Do you think – do you think you might like to meet me again?” He asked, reddening again.

“Of course I would,” she responded.

As the left the cafe, Jon asked if he could walk her to her car.

“That would be really lovely,” she said, “I am parked across the street, next to the park.”

Hand in hand, they crossed over and then cut a little diagonal through vivid blue flowers in the park to get to her car.

“Aren’t these just so beautiful?” she said, more as a statement than a question. “I love  turquoise.”

“Second most beautiful thing I have seen today,” he said reddening yet again,

At that, he suddenly felt the moist softness of her lips upon his.  It was exquisite.  They stood embraced, enjoying the gentle sensation of their joined lips, breathing each other’s air.  They were both sure at that moment that this was for life.

 

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Inspiration Call: Write about a unique first kiss.

 

 

Three A.M.

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“Turn off the light, I’m trying to sleep,

It’s your own fault that you can’t settle.

I said don’t eat –

All those plates that you heap –

You’ll only regret eating it later.

It’s not the three pizzas, that you devoured with one breath?

There’s something else on your mind – that’s the matter?

Then give me a moment to put on the kettle,

You can tell all about what’s on your mind,

I may be tired, having had a long day,

But that’s no reason I cannot be kind.”

 

Padre

 

A salute to all of the patient and loving spouses and partners who make our lives rich.

 

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