Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Evidence of God

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People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey

I feel it in the cool mist of rain in the heat of June.
I smell it in the garden air at the hint of spring.
I see it in the amazing glow of the midnight moon,
And in the growth around me of every living thing.

I hear it in the clues of autumn in the rustling of falling leaves,
And I hear it in the cricket’s call and the song of the flying lark.
I touched it in the falling snow that spring will soon not keep.
Yet, it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Life is Poetic

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Human life is the source of deep suffering and gorgeous hope.
 ~Henry James Slack 

Life is a poetic journey
it is a carnival in the midst of darkened skies
miracles born of calamity
unlikely paths that cross and change lives
beauty that is built from rubble
flowers that grow on beaten paths
lovers that meet in war time
and give all the love they have
it is the silence before the storm
loneliness in crowded streets
random acts of kindness
from people we will never meet
life is a poetic journey
it is full of joy and full of pain
but through every endeavor
there is hope just the same.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

The Briefcase

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.  ~Josh Billings

I suppose any corporate lawyer will surely have possessions to be admired, like a high quality briefcase, and this man was no different.  I cannot recall his name now, but I remember his story and how it affected my view on what really has value in this life.

His home was amazing, and I was there once each week cleaning its contents wishing it was all mine.  The longer I was there the stronger the wanting became, consuming me like an advanced cancer.  It didn't seem fair that some have it all, while others have to work hard to just get by.  I thought if only my life had been different.  The decisions I made had set a course that rolled me forward like wheels on a haphazard runaway train.  Sometimes the faster you go, the harder you fall, and I learned that lesson the painful way.  Life is full of choices.  Sometimes we do the right thing for the wrong reason and vice versa, but the only solution is taking responsibility for our own decisions and fix what is broken withing our own means.  j

The first time I saw his expensive briefcase, it was open on his desk as I carefully dusted around it to prevent from disturbing its contents.  All the while I was unable to avoid seeing it as a reminder of someone else's greater value and success.  In all facets of his life he was a winner.  He had a great career, home, and family, and that seemed to hit me as a blow to my own self worth.  It just reminded me of my own failures.  From what I could see, he had done everything right, and I certainly envied his diligence and achievements.  

It was a few months later that his wife called me with news that I never would have expected.  She said I did not need to come back to clean because he had been killed in a car wreck on his way home from the office.  As a courtesy, I came to work at no charge, but only neighbors were there to let me in.  His wife and baby had left to stay at her parent's house.  It was strange how so much can change in such a short time.  She would probably have to move, and her baby girl would never really know her father.  

When I arrived, I saw the briefcase again.  This time it was sitting by the door.  Apparently, the police had brought it when they gave her the devastating news.  I will  never forget the sight of it.  A mangled torn up mess was all that was left.  Evidently, he had lost control on a curve and his car hit a tree.  If the neighbors had not informed me, I think the briefcase told it plain and clear.  Just one look and you knew it was bad, real bad.  

That was the last time I cleaned for them, and I never saw her again.  I have often wondered how she is now.  Before I had spent so much energy envying her life, but after that I could only feel a deep sadness for her.  I realized how brief and fragile life can be for anyone, rich or poor.  One can only hope to live this life understanding that what truly matters cannot be bought or sold, and to know that only we can fulfill our dreams.  Success and acceptance are not inside someone else's briefcase, but rather can only be found within the clutches of one's own heart. 

Monday, August 27, 2018

Soul Song

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Neither height nor depth can measure the possibilities of the human soul.
 ~James Lendall Basford

I am feathered in grief love and longing and I am caged in skin and bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.

Life must be perched closely but it cannot be held too tight.
It is a ballad that must not be silent and bird that has to fly.

Birds are kindred spirits never meant to perch right here for long.
As we are called to something bigger, we have a greater song.

This song rises within us like a sparrow unto its nest
Stirring like falling feathers from what once was to what is next.

The soul is a mighty presence that can ride the wind like birds in flight.
It is bigger than scientific theories, yet smaller than our sight.

It is a guest in a God made palace that someday will crumble down.
In a journey full of lessons of being lost and then being found.

For I am feathered in grief love and longing and caged in skin and bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.

For Lauren

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The Inertia of the Heart

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For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
~Rosemonde Gerard

Love is a force that keeps on moving long after the great fall’s end.
Breaking passed safety into danger’s call disregarding life and limb.

It flies head first through broken glass; it leaps blindly into seas and lakes.
Love runs into burning buildings and never stops until all souls are safe.

Love ventures out to the farthest redwood branch never looking down in fear.
It has a mighty focus to reach out boldly to all that it holds dear.

It crawls swiftly inside the lion’s den.  It keeps swimming alongside sharks,
and like the trail of skidding tires on pavement, it always leaves its mark.

For love is a force that keeps on moving long after the sudden crash.
Reaching beyond this world we know into Heaven’s mighty grasp.


They say you cannot take it with you; all the fortunes we acquire in this world, and I am certain that is true, but there is another thing I am sure of; LOVE can.  Love is the one thing that we not only take with us when we pass, but it is also, the one thing, we truly leave behind within the hearts of those we hold dear.  Love surely is a mighty force that even the hands of war and hate cannot destroy nor stop. 

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Regret Is a Two Lane Road

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Life is an adventure in forgiveness. ~Norman Cousins

All the places I have been do not whisper in my ear like a shy child
It is the places I have never been but should have gone
That tap me on the shoulder in the middle of the night
Demanding my undivided attention
Regrets are like that
Cousins of a certain loss
Yet strangers
Divided like the lines on a road
Branches of the same tree that head in different directions
One is the grief of mistakes made
The other the loss of opportunities that no longer are ahead
That we should have grasped whole heartedly when we could
For the regret of our mistakes is a sorrow that can be forgiven
Sooner than a country mile
But forgiving ourselves for words unspoken or visits to loved ones never taken
Is a heartache that holds a certain agony
That can be a life long journey to let go.


My maternal grandmother had agoraphobia, and the only time she left her home was to vote.  As a child I never really realized the abnormality in it.  She just never went with us, and we would bring back dinner for her sometimes, even though she thought that you had to be careful about restaurants cause the food could be tampered with.   As years passed, and I had a home.  I settled into a routine of my own, and though I had gone on several trips out of state as a younger adult and into my 30’s I found myself having a certain anxiety with trips that went very far out of town.  I decided that I had agoraphobia on a grander scale.  I could leave my home, leave my town, but the minute I am heading on a long trip far away, I am in a mental episode of anxiety.  I think I have shared this before on earlier posts, but I felt this important to share again because it has caused me much regret when it comes to who I have visited and where I have gone. It seems I have really held myself back and stifled my own chances of seeing great things, or visiting those I hold dear.  The saddest part is, there are several people that I have lost the opportunity to see again, and I only have my own fear to blame.  This is a hard road to take when you carry that kind of guilt.  I can only say, I am working on it.  May your roads ahead be full of opportunities taken.  That is my wish for us all!

Saturday, August 11, 2018

The Uncertainty of Rain

The Angelous by Jean-Francois Millet

~This painting hung on the wall of my grandparent's living room all the years of my childhood.  It has always been my favorite painting in it's powerful and beautiful simplicity.~

The uncertainty of rain keeps us strong
holding on to hope with a tiller in the field
but with hard work and prayer you can't go wrong
knowing something greater is our strength and shield
the humility of needing and knowing grace
is a strength that feeds more than one
for hope is a cousin of tried and true faith
and when two kneel together it shall be done.