Showing posts from March, 2012

The Mission of The Heart,

Linking with Poetry Jam
"Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief." ~ Sigmund Freud

Rooted in the heart of every man is a barren place that yearns to be filled, and like the belly of a hungry child, it cries out for something more. It is a longing that knows no limitations of culture nor walk of life, for from the beginning of time, man has searched for a being to worship and adore. Every religious belief of the Egyptions to the modern day Buddhist and Christian, is an exhibit of this inherent need. We were destined to seek and then to find something greater than ourselves in this life.

This weeks Poetry Jam prompt is another point of view (strange gods).  We are supposed to capture the point of view of what God is or is not through another's eyes.  I decided to focus on the idea of the need for God that all mankind has conveyed throughout the centuries.  We may have diverse beliefs, but one thing remains the same; we all need the guidance o…

The Vision of Blindness

image: Duane Michals
The Mag #110
"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." ~Confucius

Beauty is at its most brilliant when touched by the hands of the blind. No mirror can capture it. Nor eye behold it completely without suffering from sightlessness the eye with a keen spectacle view only envisions what is amiss.

Texas To Montana


"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."  ~Elisabeth Foley
Poetry Jam "Connections" Prompt

There is a mighty tenderness in friendship at the age of 10 years old.
A bond that cannot be broken by time, distance, nor foe.
In the beginning we were inseperable with laughter at our side,
yet as time went by the space between us grew more open wide.
One moved to Montana and the other in Texas always stayed.
So letters became our communication, and for the mail man we would wait.
Now many years have passed since the days that we were close on the map,
yet everytime we speak by telephone it is as if no time has ever passed.

I still conssider my best friend from 5th grade to be my best friend now.  Amazingly, we have spent most of our friendship apart, living in different towns, and sometimes far off states.  We actually only spent the equivalent of 2 years nearby each other, but the magnitude of the friendship …

A Mighty Thread

image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
The Mag #109
"Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed."  ~Robert H. Schuller

You can try to hold it all together with all the might one man can bestow. Yet, the fabric of life is a garment that only the hands of God can truly sew.


Since I first created my blog back around 2 years ago, it has been a wild and wonderful ride.  I have met so many wonderful writers and made some awesome friends in the process.   Recently I was tagged by Bob at Average Poet in a great and fun way to get to know our fellow bloggers.  I first met Bob through Poets United.  I have truly enjoyed his amazing poetry.  Take the time to look at his blog.  The game I am participating in is called "The Continuation".  So at this moment in the game I am "it".   So hold on here we go..............
The Rules Are:
1. You must post the rules. 2. Post 11 fun facts about yourself. 3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in thier post, and then create 11 more to ask the ones you tag. 4. Tag however many bloggers you wish. 5. Let them know they are tagged. 6. Have fun!!

11 Fun Facts About Me:

1. I am the proud grandmother of 10 wonderful grandkids....ranging in age from 16 to 2 years old. 2. I love to watch "Project Runway"..…

The Hopeful Heart Is A Brave Hunter

image: Uzengia Aleksander Nedic
The Mag # 108
"If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?"  ~Robert Brault

Somethings cannot be captured like a photograph within a frame. Just like some creatures in the wild cannot be lured and then be tamed. So the weary hunter may not see the true exploration around the ben. For it takes an enduring vision to detect hope through his scope's lense. The hardy hunter craves his target and will seek until he finds. For hope is easily captured through the focus of eager eyes.

When I saw the photo for The Mag this week, I saw a representation of a vision in the distance.  Something worthy of following.  A beacon of hope calling one forward.  It made me think of how in life we are all like hunters searching for a prize.  Something admirable to move towards. We all long for purpose and hope in our lives, yet like happiness, hope is a choice.  We can either choose to find it, or we can decide it is exti…

Through Human Eyes

Poetry Jam
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase."   ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

This vessel that has been crafted so immaculately by the hands of God has certain limitations that I am certain are for a higher purpose. If we could all see as angels see and touch their wings with our own two hands we would not have the opportunity to learn of faith and relying on God' instruction. For that reason, we are limited in this life.  Our human eyes do not see all that passes before us or stands at our side.  We must learn our way like the blind venture forward reaching our hands outward in faith touching the unknown as we pass.  All the while leaning on the guidance of something greater than ourselves.

Beauty Can Be A Beast

image by Sarolta Ban The Mag #107

Sometimes a woman's greatest strength can be a man's biggest weakness for many a man has lost it all focusing on one beautiful face.

Capturing Freedom

Poetry Jam
This week at Poetry Jam the prompt is to create and share a Anaphora poem. An Anaphora is "the repetition of a word or expression several times within a clause or within a paragraph". This is my attempt at one:

Freedom cannot be captured like a bird with tattered wing,
yet freedom can be embraced with voices that proudly sing.
Freedom will not be held down like a victim in the street,
yet freedom will lie comfortably where two hearts humbly meet.
Freedom is a nomad that never sits still in one place,
yet freedom is a placid pool unwavered by wind's change.
Freedom knows no boundaries, like barbed wire and skin's slice,
yet freedom has a grasp that pulls deep, like the moon does to the tide.