Switching

 

Switching

Adjust boom windward
As storm approaches—
Gales and waves toss us
Like a child’s toy boat at bath time

Can you see the storm approaching?
Jibe, tack, plant cautious feet
Don’t play around like a child at bath time
Mind the mature and callous sea

The crew, longing for land, plants cautious feet
After breathing seasons of salty air
Stranded with thirst in a callous sea
Windswept, sunburned, and surrounded

After salty seasons of standing aft beside rudder
With keen eyes, wiser ones keep watch
Windswept, sunburned, surrounded–
Lest we end up in irons, going nowhere

With keen eyes, wiser ones exchange places
After long years of standing aft at rudder
Caught up in the movement of going nowhere
The journey repeats, swapping places, switching storms

 

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This is my first attempt at a poetic form called t he “Pantoum”, in which the 2nd and 4th line of one stanza become the 1st and 3rd line of the next stanza. :)
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The Guest

The Guest

 

 

He tramples on my azaleas,

barges right in— no ringing

 

the bell or hearty knock–

plants himself right beside me

 

on the couch. Of course. The old

tusker won’t leave me alone,

 

ribbing, winking, and nodding my

direction all afternoon. When

 

guests leave, he arises, takes

long final sip of tea, gently sets

 

cup on table, marches out the

room— the indentation on

 

the couch– the only proof

of his appearance— that pesky

 

persistent pachyderm who is

now more friend than foe.

 

copyright Prasanta Verma

 

 

 

 

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Knower of the Heart

“Kardiognostes” – knower of the heart

(kardia- heart, gnostes – to know/ known)
Mt. Zion National Park, Utah

Mt. Zion National Park, Utah

One of my favorites verses:

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature, because I have refused him. For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.- I Samuel 16:7

God knows the heart.

I memorized that verse years ago. No one else can know us like God does. No one.

When the world, friends, and family misunderstand, or do not know, do not see… God DOES.

He is evaluating us by our hearts, not by our appearance. Unlike the eyes of man, which focus on the outward appearance, God’s eyes roam the earth for those who are faithful. His eyes are searching, and He hopes to find hearts turned toward Him.

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Five Random Things For Today, June 15

Five random things for today:

1) I have a splinter in my heel that is proving a real doozy to remove! After I sterilized a needle and tried to remove it yesterday, I noticed today it is still sore at times. I can’t tell, though, if there is a splinter there or not! Isn’t that crazy?! I searched online for some tips on removing splinters. I soaked my heel in vinegar for 30 minutes, which is supposed to bring a splinter to the surface. But that didn’t happen. In fact, it seemed to disappear and looked as if nothing was there. After that, I applied a paste of baking soda and water, and a bandaid on top,. and will leave it overnight, hoping that will bring any splinter to the surface. I’m finding this to be quite a cockamamie situation. Can you imagine if I can’t get this splinter out and it gets worse that I’ll have to actually go to a doctor for a tiny splinter?! That would be even more cockamamie. Can you even? Let’s hope I have some success tomorrow!

2) Sometimes you need what I’m going to call “Puppy Therapy”. My youngest has been asking for a dog for years. Today we went to a puppy store and he enjoyed playing with a few cute little puppies: a mixed Pomeranian, a Shih-Poo and a baby Boxer. I am so close to saying “yes” to a dog. I want a dog, though I’m not very experienced with animals or dogs. But I don’t mind having a dog. And we’d learn. I actually really do want a dog. After today, though they are cute, we confirmed a puppy is not what we want. Puppies are too messy (they poop all the time, everywhere), some are hyperactive, and some are quite noisy (yappy). I don’t want a yappy dog. We want a playful dog, but not one that is jumping all the time and can’t be still and quiet. We also want a trained dog. As in, potty-trained. And people-trained. And trained in things like “sit” and “stop”. A dog that won’t suddenly think it’s the boss of you, instead of you the boss of it. An affectionate dog, but not so clingy that you can never leave the house. A friendly dog, but one that will protect its owners. A dog that doesn’t have overly excessive exercise needs, needing more than just the daily walk. A dog that does not shed and requires minimal grooming. Dogs with no known long-term major health concerns. I have no idea what I’m asking for. Is it too much to ask for in a dog-pet-human-relationship? Honestly, I have no idea. But that is the “ideal”. Man, is this sounding like some sort of dating site description “so this is what we are looking for in a dog”…. Ok, weird. I know. But that is how it is, I guess. Not all dogs are good matches- it depends on the dog owners and the dog personalities, too. Are they dog owners able and content to stay home the majority of the time, and spend a lot of time grooming and vacuuming dog hair? Are the dog owners gone to work all day? All of these questions need honest answers. Anyway, based on our lifestyle and what we want, that probably means not a very young puppy. A young trained dog would be good, but not an untrained puppy. Anyway, the Puppy Therapy was a Good Thing for today.

3) A food I find irresistible, the food I go-to like others go to chocolate or ice cream, is: The Potato Chip. Yes, the plain and ordinary, full of fat, unhealthy, crunchy, crispy, slightly- salty-but-not-too-salty potato chip. You can put a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of me, or bowls of ice cream, other sweets, etc., and I will not be tempted. Give me a bowl of chips, though, and you can forget it. I may cave. I cave in regularly. Which is why I avoid buying them regularly. What is it about chips?? Why not apples ? Anyway, the thing I drown my sorrows in is a bowl of chips. Unfortunately it ends up elsewhere on my person…. this is Not a Good Thing. But Chips. A Good Thing? Maybe? “Not in excess, perhaps”, she says sheepishly.

4) I can’t seem to stay out of the grocery store lately. The past weeks have been unusual with a party, guests, etc., but I sometimes found myself in the store three, four, or five, times a week. This is Not a Good Thing. This is Not Fun. I remember years ago when I got my drivers license at 16, and how thrilled I was when my mom asked me to go to the grocery store. Really? Me? Alone? DRIVE – to the grocery store? Yes, m’am! And now… well, let’s just say the novelty has worn off. Let’s just say Tarnished. Rusted. Ha. Ha.

5) We have a bag of Rolo’s in the house. Remember how I just said I can avoid sweets? Well that is true. Mostly. I’d say it’s true 95%- 99% of the time. But we’ve never had a bag of Rolo’s around. So I’ve been sneaking in a Rolo each day this week. Today I ate two. This is Not a Good Thing. Someone, please remove the bag of Rolo’s from this house! Is it Halloween yet? No, it is not. I will, therefore, give them away to some deserving person who is desperate for chocolate.

And there you have it. Five Random Things. This blog post is too random for me to even know whether it will be a regular thing. A regular post like this, however, would be a Good Thing, I think.

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What Changes

When I first came to town, knowing no one

I felt like that, like there was no one

Anywhere

Oh- there were faces, but

There was no one

And there are days—

I walked through the house today

Her purple plaid backpack underneath the table

Calendar on the desk

Books piled in the bookcase

And I realize it is just like before

She will be gone soon

They will all be gone

And  if you ask me

Nothing has really changed

Some things never change

I can circle these rooms

A hundred times

And nothing will change

Time can’t be spun backward

And forward again

As if by some magic turn

I could make it somehow happen

If I couldn’t then, then I surely can’t now

Melancholy, it is, especially with the rain

That consistently shows up

And the cold is really the only thing dependable

If I lived near the sun, then at least

I’d have a warm and sunny constant

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Write From a Full Well

My heart bursts its banks
Spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king
Shaping the river into words.

 

The Message, Psalm 45:1

#writefromafullwell

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Over the Land is April

Over The Land Is April – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Roses 003

 

Over the land is April,
Over my heart a rose;
Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain,
Love, do you hear me sing?

By highway, love, and byway
The snows succeed the rose.
Over the high, brown mountain
The wind of winter blows.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain
I sound the song of spring,
I throw the flowers of spring.
Do you hear the song of spring?
Hear you the songs of spring?

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