Of September 29th, 2021

Stars and moon have drawn upon the tides, the sun awakening us from our solemn
slumber, in unsettled nighttime dreams we do not remember. Dreams that
encumber our hearts, for the things that have come upon our earth and lives.
But there is One that never slumbers or sleeps, ever keeping a watchful Eye, as
dream catchers fly in the vastness of the skies!

“He who keeps you shall neither
slumber nor sleep”
The Book of Psalms chapter 121

I have always had a fascination with clocks. Once I was given one that
struck on the hour, and had a ticking sound. But when it became old
and could not be fixed, in our many moves it was discarded. Several
years later I went on a venture to find one to take its place.

The following is a little story I have written –

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A quaint little store, a bell tinkles at the door. The
shopkeeper’s hair is white and he has wrinkles with a
twinkle in his eyes. I explained I was looking for a
clock to buy. There were many sizes and shapes, in gold,
wood and brass, their faces encased in sparkling glass.
I bent my ear, do they have a ticking sound or
strike on the hour? I am saddened, these clocks are
all highly fashioned, but they all lack one thing, they
do not have a tick or a ring. Nothing! Everywhere
I looked, none could I find, little did I know, I needed
a clock I could wind…

The rest of the story can be read in my book
‘Crushed violets’ Available on Amazon.com or free
on Smashwords.com

Voice said

“I spoke to grace she

Spoke not back

I spoke to trust she turned her

Face

I spoke to faith I spoke to hope

These too did fail

I spoke to love

She spoke back”

Of all these things

Love hope and faith

May remain

But love never fails!

September 24th 2021

Through our busy week with hectic schedules and earthly demands,
we have not been forgotten…on this Sabbath ‘eve we have been given
a restful day of celebration!
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All things in the past forgiven

resting places have arisen
The magic number seven
opens the door of heaven
This is new to be here
I knew not I would rest here
things seem so clear here
The roses I behold
before I had not presence
of mind to see the beauty
they hold
Prone to share this heavenly
splendor
I seek one as I, to ever press
on together!

Excerpts of this poem are
from my book ‘Unshaken’
Available on Amazon and
Smashwords

In an autumn field I walked one day…

The breeze blew upon the trees, the poplar, beech and willow, once providing
shade, now their leaves in piles lay, but the old oak tree stands alone,
fully dressed, quietly defying the rest. Not one leaf shakes, not one branch
breaks. It is unshaken!… Standing below this majestic tree, surveying the
strength it is to me, I like the oak, holding on to the the old, must wait in His
time to make room for the new. Until then I am left unshaken!

Portions of this poem appear in
my book “Unshaken”

And to all across the world, though your season’s beginnings
are not as ours, and our time line may not
be as yours, did not our same God in His kitchen of old,
stir His bowl with a little dirt and water, molding and
folding, adding sons and daughters, carving a little
space for every man, woman and race? No matter where
we live, it does not determine our faith!

Sometimes it can feel like we are in a turbulent sea
of thoughts, drowning in a war we are unable to
fight, with voices screaming…

In the early dawn of the morning hours, a ship scours an angry
sea of thoughts. Troweling on the deep, a fisherman holds the
line, while a thought is caught, a larger one than anyone had
thought rises to the top, the battle begins leaving the fisherman
distraught.

Above the commotion a
voice is heard, “Push her down” and an answer says, “How
far down?” As far down as the thoughts are buried”

“Hurry cast a line and reel it in with all your fury” And
another voice says “It is too big and my mind is too small
how can I let go I am sinking? With a body that is weak, with
all my strength, on my knees, every muscle, bone and
grandiose groan has hit the bottom”

Another Voice is heard, “Leave them alone they will only harm
you” The fisherman no longer distraught releases his thoughts
into the depths of the sea!

I have written this story
inspired by the promise in the
Book of Micah Chapter 7
“He will cast all…into the
depths of the sea”

On this ‘eve of September 17th

In lands far and near in our quest for peace, our lives are touched with the pain
and sorrow of our fellowmen… for does not the same sun shine on our backs, the same
moon glows on our sleep. The ocean’s waves throb and beat…life goes on until time empties
into space, for between life and death, is this not just a stopping place?

On this 15th day of September

May our hearts be lifted and trust the words…

“The people will carry on, through hurricane, high water
and hell,
Through drought and flood, come what may…not a
tornado’s fury, nor an ocean swell will prevent us from
doing our duty,
no matter the obstacles put in our way”

‘Poet: Joseph L. Campanello’

It is not necessarily easy to have a positive experience of a God
who is kind and loving, when a child received a negative parental
role model.
Sometimes we cannot see beyond the shroud we perceived, but
in time we are given the ability to choose between an absent
God to one who never leaves us!

I fashioned as a child an image of a body covered
with a shroud
No ears to hear no eyes to see no mouth to
speak
The robe he wore was old and torn with rips and
tears
And if you could see his hair it was long and
untidy
He shuffled with his feet whispering
defeat
He appeared at night in dreams causing
duress
That only a child can dream receiving little
rest
As I grew up this visitor of the past came less
often
As time filtered through my mind this was
just
an apparition of something less divine!