Tuesday, December 22, 2015

STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT



        They watched

            and waited

                for centuries


               until at last they saw the sign

a star in the sky
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
        a sign that told of coming hope for the world
 
 
 
            and still they come
 
 
 
       
weary
 
crippled
 
forgotten
 
hungry
 
lost
 
 
 
 
they 
 
who
 
want
 
search
 
seek
 
 
 
 
 
they
 
 will
 
find
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

LIVING ART



        wanted to share some beauty inspired by my recent trip to see the Nutcracker....



Swirling fantasy








Sustained grace







Fluid touch







Blushing sways







Whispered arcs






living art

 in

 motion











*photos from google images author unknown








Tuesday, December 8, 2015

JUST A SIMPLE GIRL



        
        She was just a small town girl...




           from a simple life...

               a modest home...

                   never knew she would one day become...



forever be known as


MORNING STAR






TOWER OF IVORY







ARK OF THE COVENANT








COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED







MYSTICAL ROSE








Just a simple girl

who never knew 

she would one day...

point the way



THE MOST POWERFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD







on this day we celebrate the Immaculate Conception































                   

           

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

MARANATHA




        Oh come, oh come 
   
   
EMMANUEL






INFINITE WISDOM





LIVING WATER



        Come...



GOD HERO





HOPE OF ALL NATIONS





PRINCE OF PEACE





MIGHTY SWORD OF JUSTICE





        Come,

                oh come..



EMMANUEL




GOD

WITH

US






*photos courtesy of google stock images authors not stated
                


































  

Thursday, November 26, 2015

HAPPY THANKSGIVING



On this Thanksgiving Day...



        taking time to notice the everyday gifts...




sunlit mornings
                           



giggles and toothless smiles




city brights




velvety hues of nature







        and taking time to appreciate you 

                as we journey together...

giving thanks




Happy Thanksgiving:)


*The mandrakes yield their fragrance,
the most exquisite fruits are at our doors;
the new as well as the old, 
I have stored them for you,
my love





*Song of Songs 7:14
photos courtesy of myself:))

































       







       







        







        



        







        







        







        







        







        

Friday, November 20, 2015

DEAR NOVEMBER



DEAR NOVEMBER

HOW I LOVE THEE...



FROSTED PUMPKINS









SHAFTS OF LIGHT








FALLEN LEAVES








CHILL AT NIGHT









GOBBLE GOBBLE








GRATEFUL DAYS





SWEET NOVEMBER

I

LOVE

YOUR 

WAYS






















Friday, November 13, 2015

THE POINTER

It was a chilly November day when he first started out...  
just a young boy, barely a man,  his backpack full of all things necessary to begin a life's journey

favorite books with worn threadbare covers

a pillow of the softest down

a bulging pouch of sweet delicacies sent as a farewell gift from loving kin

and last, a pointer, which he didn't particularly care for, but always carried just the same.


Full of hope and anticipation, his eyes scanned the horizon- finally settling on a steep path just to the left of a nearby mountain.

The trail was bumpy and narrow, and often he could feel the faint prick of the pointer poking at the center of his back, just next to his spine, which caused him to frequently stop and adjust the heavy load,  so as to ease the jagged edge.

He walked for days and days--through flowered meadows, along clear blue streams, wandering into deep green valleys.  All the while keeping a wary and watchful eye on the sharp object in his bundle.

Finally he happened upon a choice spot to recline.  But while pulling out his soft down pillow, he accidentally touched the pointer and bright red blood began to ooze and seep out from the injury.

At last, he lay down his head and fell asleep--

chaotic images nagged through his mind of

always

remember

remember...


So it was with a start, that he awoke to find a kindly old man sitting by his side, observing him.  The old man smiled gently and with the brightest blue twinkle in his eye said,

"Well, where have you been?"

The boy sat upright and stuttered..

"Oh, just a bad dream"

"A bad dream indeed!"

The wizened old fellow stood up, gathered his cane and began to walk in the other direction.

"Can I come with you?" the boy asked as he ran to catch up.

After all, it was tiring to take such a journey alone.

So it ended up they traveled together-- over rough terrains and glistening golden fields.  They became great friends--sharing stories, a laugh or two, and even spoke of wishes to come.  

But the one thing the boy never revealed was the regretful pointer hidden deep within his baggage.

One day, after a period of time, the old man said

"Come to see my home.  We can rest a while there," as he pointed to the top of a tall mountain.

The boy was excited but apprehensive.  Would his new companion discover the truth, his terrible hidden secret?

Finally they arrived at the small abode.  Glowing yellow lanterns illuminated the perfectly shaped windows and white smoke puffed out of a red brick chimney into the clear mountain air. 
Tiny multicolored stones crunched beneath their steps as they approached the sturdy brown door.

Immediately upon entering, intoxicating aromas stirred memories long forgotten in the boy's mind...memories of running carefree on endless sunny days.

"Here, come"  the old man motioned the boy to follow him down a long hall to a door at the farthest corner of the cabin.  

Curious, the boy dropped his backpack and slowly headed in the direction of his beloved guide.

His heart thumping in his chest, the boy watched intently as the old man turned the key and suddenly flung the door wide open.  The boys eyes squinted as he adjusted to the dimly lit room. 

There in a large pile in the corner of the room was a jumbled heap of what?

pointers

hundreds of pointers of every

 size

 shape

 color


"So you see my friend," said the old man with a slight chuckle and knowing nod, "we all have them,  but it's all in how you aim them





not to where they point from


but only where they point to" 




















Sunday, November 8, 2015

GLIMPSES OF GRACE



        It comes in shafts of intense hues





deep amethyst

crystal clear blue

brilliant aquamarine




        Prisms of cascading colors



that clothe in

peace

hope

love

eternity




        Flashes that spark then blaze with



  warmth

fire

spirit




        Emitting tones that ring of 




 truth

equilibrium

unity



He speaks



I AM WITH YOU 

ALWAYS


photos google stock

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

IN A COTTAGE BY THE SEA



        She was just a girl really...




            a girl who loved piano music and all things bright

              who dreamed of a perfect cottage by the sea 

                and mirthful sounds of children


        But it was not to be

            her perfect world

        
        She left her home

            her world of known

                in her bare feet...mind you

            and found herself

                 hidden

                 chained

                 falling
   
                finally sliding to the bottom of the deepest well



        And it was there that she found it

            would sojourn

               deep inside

                  her chosen abode


        It was there that she lived

             where no one could

                tarnish

                spoil
   
                blur

                   her paradise



        And now she sits and gazes through the window of her mind

            sees real illusions


unscathed but torn

 out of reach

lost but found



in a perfect cottage by the sea




for M,  may she always reside in a real cottage by the sea

*photo tgrumbach, google images


        






            


        

Saturday, October 31, 2015

ON THE LAST OF OCTOBER...





On the last of October
  
        when dusk is fallen






Children join hands

        and circle round me







Singing ghost songs

        and love to the harvest moon





I am a jack-o'-lantern

        with terrible teeth






And the children know

        I am fooling


HAPPY HALLOWEEN:)




from

 THEME IN YELLOW/CARL SANDBURG

all photos courtesy of google images, author unknown









Tuesday, October 27, 2015

THAT THEY MAY SEE...



        As they walk along the winding path of life...


            that they may know




        they are the most important 

and

    the least important



        that in order to truly live 
          
               one must keep



 hope like flint

and

a heart of water




           and

                that they may always see
            




the gold in ordinary days