My Father

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My father was a quiet man, as men born then often were, the world so different then. Orphaned at 10, scarcely educated, lived through WWI and the Great US Depression, and fought at Pearl Harbor. These things all left scars.

When the boys came home from war he tried to live a normal life. Married at 40 and father at 42, life moved on. Still horrid memories followed. He stored canned goods in the cellar, woke frequently with bad nightmares, and drank when no one was looking.

I hold one treasured childhood memory of the two of us. At about age four, I sat on his knee as he sang. He wasn’t a singing man. Don’t think I ever heard him sing again. I recall the curves of his face as he smiled a big toothy grin. As I bounced to his sour tune, my heart was made sweet. Looking in his dark brown eyes I heard him say, “But the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me.” For those tender moments the scars of sorrow had melted away.

Yellow is the rose
forward to the Promised Land;
where songs will blossom.

 

“The Yellow Rose of Texas” was made popular by Mitch Miller in 1955. The US song dates back to the states Civil War times. It’s lyrics have changed, as history passes. It topped the music charts from February to October back in 1955. There’s another rose dear to me. “For it we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.” I Thessalonians 4:14

Happy Easter

Shadow Light

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As an infant, I recall the old maple tree’s leaf shadows frolicking across the bedroom walls. This is my earliest memory. The umbra of the crib sheltered me while the flicker of light played tag with the afternoon shade. I must have pondered this display, as a child does in the newness of the world, for the memories have traveled a lifetime’s journey.

Now, I play shadow games with my grandchildren. We stroll darken forest paths or build sand castles in the shade of another maple tree, as the sweltering sun hangs in the summer sky. The same sun, but new shadows fill my days. The crib no longer my sanctuary; I am hidden under the care of something, SOMEONE, greater.

Above… heaven’s gate;
souls seek refuge in shadows.
The Almighty waits…

“He who dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalm 91:1

Who doesn’t remember playing with shadows? Over at dVerse poets are taking shadows to the next step. Stop in.

A Revelation

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Weeping across empty, barren land;
stricken skies balloon shades of grey.
Billowing tears streak the earth’s face.

Scattered, broken, blazing stars of eventide…
rotund moon; a drop of burgundy blood.
Sealed fate heavens melting away;

“… sky receded as a scroll…” comes to naught.

This piece is spun from Revelations 6:14; one day a true tale. We’re alight with balloons today over at dVerse.

River’s Whippoorwill

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An enduring whippoorwill;
I heard upon waterbed drift lonesome.
Heard its mournful echo faint and hollow…
Its whimper wooed, wooed, wooed;
endless whoop, ever wakeful summon
high upon a darken limb.

Bring forth… what image I
encompass, loosen in undying universe;
boundless, pondering, mulling, casting
tracing voice to correlate human notes.
Yet what link will be tossed to trust?
Yet what docile message is revealed?
Yet the call embraces still night air;
flows rivers of eternal hope.

 “But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. Jeremiah 17:7

Food for Life

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I eat my meals in odd portions. An appetizer is an early morning prayer walk, as sunrise filters through budding trees. Main course is my quiet time as I page through the Bible feasting on meat sometimes new and often familiar. Dessert comes as twilight approaches; a stroll through savory woods with a song of sweet worship in my heart. It is good to be grateful for daily nutrition. Craving for the best God has for each of us. I like to think of it as, “Chef’s Special.”

Dawn’s rising portion…
timber, table, time, and trust;
an eternal feast.

“And Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst.John 6:35 Over at dVerse we’re severing dinner, stop and see what’s on the spring menu.

Spring’s Kiss

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From earth springs living waters; fountains of life
surging forth promises of tomorrow’s hope.

Gathered blessings in bountiful bouquets,
Resting in arms of newly budded branches,
Dancing in prisms of fine mist,
Lingering long in righteousness,

sweetest souls bloom, as
cherry blossom’s eternal spring.

 

“Mercy and truth have met together; righteousness and peace have kissed. Truth shall spring out of the earth. And righteousness shall look down from heaven.” Psalm 85:10-11

Over at dVerse we’re writing quadrilles making sure to include the word ‘spring’. I’m in the middle of a snow storm in Wisconsin, so I’ve taken a twist on the word. One more week and Spring is here!

Wintry Lane

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It is often I scamper to the woods to wash my thoughts of day. Beneath the forest crown, upon the threshing floor, and within the arms of watchful limbs I plunge sure-footed down wooded lane. Breathe in the mollify melody of birds among the trees. Feel the ease of earth between my toes. Inhale the woodsy scents of bud and rot. All enhance my taste of what lies beyond each winding bend.

It need not be swells of spring where sticky cobweb clings to hair. Nor sultry summer day as broad leaves waltz in wind. I anticipate the warmth of autumn’s glow, its blush bittersweet hues. Winter is when true forest cleansing scrubs from head to toe. Like icing on a cake, the trees are dressed in white. I sense a deeper purging… a pouring out of now and then.

cling to crusty bark
woes settled on thin shoulders
Refreshing forest

I had no idea all these years I’ve been ‘forest bathing’. Stop over at dVerse to see what it’s all about. “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7.