Grateful

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I am thankful for –  the blazing sun

That drives away rain – allowing for fun

For hobbies and excursions – things to do

Sports Days and races – with their ribbons of blue

Rolling meadows and grasslands

Great evergreen stands

For the deep dark woods – where squirrels do play

And coastal discoveries – like driftwood grey

Hunting for fossils in the red river clay

I’m grateful for the world – spread before me today

 

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Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #28- I Am Grateful: Use all seven of these paint chips words and phrases: blazing sunblue ribbonfossilred claygrasslanddeep dark wood, and driftwood. Bonus points if you can write your poem in rhyming couplets.

The Carer

Hospice, Caring, Nursing, Elderly, Care

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Weaver of dreams, hopes, and desires

Worker of kindnesses unseen

Wondrous servant of all you encounter

With gentle smile and encouragement

Whispered discreet

 

Helper that “seemingly never tires”

Hands-on supporter – keen

Humbly with humour – abuse you counter

Holder of hands as one heaven sent

Hummer of lullabies sweet

 

Carer, nurse, reliever of torment

Continuing even when really you’re dead on your feet

 

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In honour of the nurses, carers, and care assistants that brighten our lives when they are often at the darkest.  Thank you.

 

Rimas Dissolutas Poems

 

A Heart Full

Men, Women, Apparel, Couple, People

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A. A. Milne wrote “Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”

 

It’s not mounds of presents

Nor grand gestures large

It’s often the small things

Which our batteries recharge

It’s a smile, or a thank you

A welcome, or a please

It’s them caring to say “Bless you”

When you unexpectedly sneeze

“You make that outfit look good,”

Instead of the reverse

It’s a shoulder to cry on

When you think “things can’t get much worse”

Your heart may be spacious

But it’s the little things that fill it

So be sure to say thank you

To those who make you feel it

 

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Seek First The Kingdom

Gold, Ingots, Golden, Treasure, Bullion

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Do not wear yourself out to get rich;
do not trust your own cleverness.
Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone,
for they will surely sprout wings
and fly off to the sky like an eagle. (Prov 23: 4-5)

While it used to be a common saying, that someone was trying to “keep up with the Jones,” we have as a society moved beyond that.  Now we want to be the Jones.  Or better still the Kardashians.  Even our public leaders at the highest levels speak of their accomplishments, and focus on their poll numbers.

Wealth and fame have become ends in themselves, and having enough just isn’t enough.  The problem with such an approach is that it is self perpetuating.  The insatiable desire for more leaves us discontented.

The Proverb warns about this lust for material gain and fame.  It cautions against trusting in our own cunning, and implies God’s disapproval of claiming that His gifts of talent are our own accomplishment.

If the Covid crisis has shown nothing else, it shows how illusory worldly security is.  A microscopic organism can bring down economies, much less individual savings, or even whole portfolios.

Let’s then seek joy and contentment in the things that are more enduring.  Let us be thankful for our families, friends, and communities.  Let us be grateful for food in our bellies, roofs over our heads, and fresh air and clean water.  But let us also acknowledge the One who has bestowed these upon us.  And once we recognise these as gifts, let us share them with those who lack them.  Riches may well “sprout wings” and fly away.  But let us not hold them captive like a caged bird whose incarceration leads to death.  Rather, let them fly free to thrive and bless others.

All that glitters is not gold

There are things more valuable we are told

Virtue and honour,

Good deeds and kindnesses to unfold

Are the real riches manifold

To be apace with Kim and Caitlyn do not seek

Especially if in doing so you trod on the weak

But follow a path loving, seeking just enough

Remember God when followed,

Will provide the other stuff (Matt 6:33)

 

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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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Giving, Thanks

People, Homeless, Usa, Poverty

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Some giving, thanks. Is that an ask – too many?

As you well-fed commuters hurry past – sparing not a penny

I sometimes wonder if I suffer invisibility

As I shiver here wet and cold in servility

Soon you shall have turkey and all the trimmings

I ask for little more than your skimmings

As Thanksgiving comes spare a thought

For those less fortunate in their lot!

 

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Matthew 25:35-40

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 26, 2019: Thanksgiving

 

 

 

 

The Good Wife

Diamond, Diamonds, Gem, Gemstone, Ruby

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More precious than rubies the Proverb does say

This is a maxim – I cannot gainsay

Each morning my life examined – now that she’s gone

Accenting little things – for which I now long

I put on the jumper – I said I didn’t need

But in her wisdom – my objection – she didn’t heed

Now that the weather has taken a chilly turn

I’m sure she would smile that to that sweater I did turn

I got a little tickle in my throat as it became sore

And the right medicine was waiting as I opened the drawer

My well-being was ever her diligent concern

These little touches,  I now – for myself must learn

More precious than rubies

More valuable than gold

A loving wife’s value

Is beyond what can be told

 

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Proverbs 31

Ineffable

Woman, Girl, Freedom, Happy, Sun, Silhouette, Sunrise

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Speechless, in awe, too much to take in

Overwhelmed by the glory radiating from Him

So many sights and blessings witnessed each day

In nature, or human kindness

We encounter along our way

Sometimes it’s a sunrise, bright beams of gold

Sometimes it’s a whispered “I love you”

When that’s what you need to be told

Ineffable, in awe, too much to take in

The blessings daily flowing from Him

 

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Weekend Writing Prompt #130 – Ineffable Ineffable in 70 words

 

 

 

 

The Guardian

Lakshmi Bhat

Photo Credit Lakshmi Bhat

The Guardian Tree stood his post on the edge of the wood.  Oh, how he had envied so many of the other saplings when he was in his youth.  They, with their green foliage and spreading branches.

Ugly, I’m just ugly, he had thought.  He had often repeated those words to himself, as he pondered his dull grey bark and stubby pointed branches.

When he was in his twenties these short branches began to thicken.  While still short, they had begun to harden as well, and the points upon their ends became more pronounced.

He still didn’t see himself as beautiful.  Oak and Maple, they still caught the eye of most passers-by, but Guardian knew he was appreciated by many in the forest.  His unassuming looks, and power of character often drew comments of quiet praise from those who knew him and his purpose.

When he was forty-five, he was proud to take the Guardian’s Oath.  He would stand firm, laying down his own life if necessary, for the “Good of the Wood.”  How many Birches and Willows depended on him?  How many saplings of every kind of bark and leaf stood behind his grey-spined trunk?

So for twenty more years he stood, silent protector on the edge of his community.  Many of the young still marveled at him and his brethren standing in their quiet vigils.  It seemed that the society as a whole, secretly even questioned why they were needed.

Then, un-expectantly the day came.  “Beavers!” the panicked cries rang out.  But there, when others cowered, the Guardians stood firm.

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In tribute to law enforcement, the military, and others that quietly serve.

Sunday Photo Fiction

 

Manna (Bread of Life): Part 1

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The people of Israel spent forty years in the wilderness. This huge body of people travelled a land with all but the most meager of resources. So, God provided!

Exodus 16 reads:

Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.  On the sixth day they are to prepare what they bring in, and that is to be twice as much as they gather on the other days.”

So Moses and Aaron said to all the Israelites, “In the evening you will know that it was the Lord who brought you out of Egypt,  and in the morning you will see the glory of the Lord, because he has heard your grumbling against him. Who are we, that you should grumble against us?”  Moses also said, “You will know that it was the Lord when he gives you meat to eat in the evening and all the bread you want in the morning, because he has heard your grumbling against him. Who are we? You are not grumbling against us, but against the Lord.”

Then Moses told Aaron, “Say to the entire Israelite community, ‘Come before the Lord, for he has heard your grumbling.’”

While Aaron was speaking to the whole Israelite community, they looked toward the desert, and there was the glory of the Lord appearing in the cloud.

The Lord said to Moses, “I have heard the grumbling of the Israelites. Tell them, ‘At twilight you will eat meat, and in the morning you will be filled with bread. Then you will know that I am the Lord your God.’”

That evening quail came and covered the camp, and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp.  When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor.  When the Israelites saw it, they said to each other, “What is it?” For they did not know what it was.

Moses said to them, “It is the bread the Lord has given you to eat.  This is what the Lord has commanded: ‘Everyone is to gather as much as they need. Take an omer for each person you have in your tent.’”

The Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little.  And when they measured it by the omer, the one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little. Everyone had gathered just as much as they needed.

 Then Moses said to them, “No one is to keep any of it until morning.”

However, some of them paid no attention to Moses; they kept part of it until morning, but it was full of maggots and began to smell. So Moses was angry with them.

Each morning everyone gathered as much as they needed, and when the sun grew hot, it melted away.  On the sixth day, they gathered twice as much—two omers for each person—and the leaders of the community came and reported this to Moses.  He said to them, “This is what the Lord commanded: ‘Tomorrow is to be a day of sabbath rest, a holy sabbath to the Lord. So bake what you want to bake and boil what you want to boil. Save whatever is left and keep it until morning.’”

So they saved it until morning, as Moses commanded, and it did not stink or get maggots in it.  “Eat it today,” Moses said, “because today is a sabbath to the Lord. You will not find any of it on the ground today.  Six days you are to gather it, but on the seventh day, the Sabbath, there will not be any.”

Nevertheless, some of the people went out on the seventh day to gather it, but they found none. Then the Lord said to Moses, “How long will you refuse to keep my commands and my instructions? Bear in mind that the Lord has given you the Sabbath; that is why on the sixth day he gives you bread for two days. Everyone is to stay where they are on the seventh day; no one is to go out.” So the people rested on the seventh day.

The people of Israel called the bread manna.It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey.  Moses said, “This is what the Lord has commanded: ‘Take an omer of manna and keep it for the generations to come, so they can see the bread I gave you to eat in the wilderness when I brought you out of Egypt.’”

While the above passage is rather lengthy, it nonetheless has several really useful lessons. The Hebrew children grumbled despite the miraculous rescue from Egypt.  Their minds were on their bellies.  In associated passages they moaned about missing the food they had in their bondage. Numbers 11: 5 reads, “We remember the fish we ate in Egypt at no cost–also the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions and garlic.” Are we much different? Do we get caught up in the immediate rumble in the tummy, or any other “immediate urge,” rather than being thankful for what we have been blessed with?

But God responded to their grumbling, not with vengeance, but with providing for the need. He sent quail and manna. All the people had to do was collect the food they needed from what was deposited around their camp. They hadn’t asked for it, but their complaints were heard and catered for.

Jesus in His model prayer calls on us to be more direct (and yes, more reverent and respectful). Matthew 6: 9 to 11 guides us with the words, “‘Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread . . . .” Rather than moaning and complaining we are called to ask for our daily bread. Chapter 7, verses 8 and 9 continue this theme: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?”  Put simple, if we ask He is faithful in His loving kindness to give.

But there is a third lesson here as well. Notice in Jesus’ prayer that we are to ask for “daily bread.” Like the Israelites of old, we are to make “bread seeking” a daily act. We need to keep our lines of communication with the giver open.  We shouldn’t rest of the lazy approach of  “well I asked for that yesterday.” Look at the similar attitude of the Hebrews. “However, some of them paid no attention to Moses; they kept part of it (the previous day’s bread) until morning, but it was full of maggots and began to smell.” Okay, the analogy is a little weak in that God honours our prayers (including past ones), but the application is still good.  We should seek His blessings in prayer daily.

The people were sustained by God. He provided not just food, but life itself. I will expand on this theme of the “Bread of Life” in the second part of this study.

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