camping offers idle time alone with nature and nature’s God. He is everywhere present in the quiet moments, in shade of tall pines; seen in magpie’s wings and shine of doe’s eyes; felt in chipmunk’s fast heartbeat and icy glacial stream; heard in honk of goose and bugle of elk. He abides on mountain heights and in rocky crags’ hidden cave; his power witnessed in lightning jolt, drenching downpour or an alpine avalanche; in strength and beauty that beckons us to be still and know.
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“Be still and know that I am God…”Psalm 46:10
photo by lynn__(he was this close from pickup window, no zoom!)
life… we’d like to wrap it neatly in a tight ball of colorful yarns; the stories and scenes we’ve experienced till now…but it seems that no matter how hard we try the numbers are indecipherable and unresolved ends fray out loosely yet… there’s an inexplicable order to the chaos and the total effect of our threads is beautifully woven.
Digital artwork titled “Pi, the never ending nebula” by Shaharee
Linking with poets at dVerse hosted by Melissa LeMay and featuring the amazing art of Alma Thomas!
i must radiate from cool core soul like blue mud ball of heavy clay saturated then evaporated into wet rings rippling outward with smooth swirling moves that break through purple barrier of fearful insecurities with unique inner energy ignited by spirit’s heat. which pulsates bright music of love and creativity to touch and enhance other lives with beauty and joy!
Alma Thomas, The Eclipse (1970), Smithsonian American Art Museum.
Her father registered as democrat, like his brothers. They thought they were standing up for the “little guy” against a big, bad republic. But over the years, he felt the sting of high taxes for ineffective social programs which actually hurt a lot of “little guys” in the long run and made dependents of capable people. He became disillusioned and changed parties after realizing he usually voted republican anyway.
So when his daughter turned eighteen and could legally vote, she registered as republican and proudly voted for president Reagan. She considered herself a feminist until she realized abortion was big, bloody business that actually hurt a lot of women and “little guys”. She became disillusioned with political rhetoric and eventually switched to be independent.
Socialism breeds violence, as proven by history. Every day unfurls as it must; our government “under God” should promote justice!
Time for tea at dVerse poets hosted by Lisa. We are writing prosery of 144 words and incorporating this quote from Adrienne Su’s poem, Oolong: “Every day unfurls as it must.“
Considering the recent events in U.S. (assassination attempt on presidential candidate), we must speak for truth and justice, not spout violent political rhetoric.Maybe if we discuss politics over a cup of tea, we can all be more civil in our disagreements.
From ‘Apple’ by Sarah Connor: “There is a wholesomeness to apples: the white flesh crisp, fine-grained, the sweet, sharp scent. The skin.”
remember…
the soft flesh of her skin fine-grained and oh so white; breathe in sharply such crisp wholesomeness: the sweet appled scent of a woman
From ‘No mail – no post’ by Sarah Connor: “No words. No rhymes, no poeming tonight, just this blank space, this white page, stretching endlessly”
poet’s legacy
will old blogs stretch into blank white space? No! corvid words live on endlessly…in books, rhymes of poems and even tonight’s posts, like letters mailed lovingly to the future!
Linking to dVerse as a tribute to our fellow poet, Sarah Connor. Thanks to Kim for her interview/conversation with Sarah posted tonight! And may God be near you and your family, Sarah.
he avoids work on two pillars of our front porch: mismatched, slightly noticeable but definitely different…manufacturer sent him an alternate color which was not apparent until installed and now considered permanent.
it’s like marriage of two people, pillars of the family: mismatched, probably noticeable, and definitely different…manufacturer (GOD) sent provisional individual but all was not apparent until installed and now considered permanent.
perhaps that was designer’s plan and purpose: opposite pillars stay where they are as He works on them; two who vowed to stand by each other, both a bit offbeat. even though the effect is dissimilar, together they can hold up the roof.
a poem in my pocket 
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