sees the moment

moment with the multi colored bird of happiness

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:38:01 -0400

moment with the multi colored bird of happiness

I must miss youUnder the ashen skyAnd out from among themYou and...

Mon, 06 May 2013 11:46:00 -0400

I must miss you
Under the ashen sky
And out from among them
You and you
Those who spin as glass

On this iron ship
Into their own hands cast
Oh, it is this sad news
That has traveled so fast

All these tears gather together
Down your cheek
Your neck and feathers
All these tears

Letter by letter
They must be found
While still day as dead men do
Do not find their way
Beneath the cedars
The cedars of Lebanon they

All these tears gather together
Down your cheek
Your neck and feathers
All these tears

Feather fell a voice
A calling answer there
To the hearing soul
The soul in the hollow square —wovenhand

don’t throw stones at me son. what are you doing down...

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 10:15:00 -0500

don’t throw stones at me son.

what are you doing down here?

thinking.

about what?

things.

good things or bad things?

some of both.

did you ever know my daddy?

no i never did.

think you would have liked him if you had?

i guess.

a kind friend wrote this

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 23:03:56 -0500

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Miracle Max

Little “Miracle Max” passed away last night in the arms of his dear Aunt Holly. I’ve never seen such devotion to a child as I’ve seen in Holly. She’s been his constant caregiver. She’s been there through every surgery, watched him practically everyday all day and every night, coached him into eating solid foods, helped him learn to walk, took him on trips and outings and was literally like a guardian angel to him.

Max woke up suddenly last night and asked Holly to hold him. He laid his head on her shoulder and he quietly passed away. He will be missed.

Be in prayer for sweet Holly. I’m sure a piece of her heart is now irretrievable, locked away within the heart of Heaven with Max. She invested her life into this child and he is now beyond the veil of eternity. God will be her comfort and strength, but the loss will leave a scar.

Last night she felt prompted to read Psalm 23 to Max. She reminded him of God’s care and his angels that are ever present. Her arms were a physical reality to Max of the very real and ever present love of God. Quietly and peacefully in the watches of the night, that love came and took him home.

found this that i wrote

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 22:19:43 -0500

..in response to a short story a friend wrote. gee he is talented bc it inspired me to write this, not that it’s great but i don’t know where it came from in my mind. and that’s something.

the tearing down of trees and life as we knew it
or as it should have been
the only colors were pink and silver
they came again and again
this was our bread
this was our butter
i mourn for what we never had
something beautiful i can barely see
something like love outside the window
being torn from me.

mpdrolet: From Israel Jungjin Lee

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 17:06:55 -0500

mpdrolet:

From Israel

Jungjin Lee

saddled up for a cold day in the sun yesterday’s grief has just begun to scatter to whisper in...

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 15:01:47 -0500

saddled up for a cold day in the sun

yesterday’s grief has just begun

to scatter to whisper in the wind

to tell you where to begin

fox

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 22:55:11 -0500

fox

oldflorida: Florida fresh, 1940’s.

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 02:11:30 -0500

oldflorida:

Florida fresh, 1940’s.

i want the wonder

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:32:00 -0500

this is one of my favorite poems. i find it meaningful everytime i read it, and i think of it most winters. the first lines stop me short, a lovely chastisement. i want to stay simple and on a straight path. there is a joy without price found in narrowness, narrowness that opens up to splendor. i am thankful that my spirit might recognize this and receive it as life.

Advent, by Patrick Kavanagh

We have tested and tasted too much, lover –
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child’s soul, we’ll return to Doom
The knowledge we stole but could not use.

And the newness that was in every stale thing
When we looked at it as children: the spirit-shocking
Wonder in a black slanting Ulster hill
Or the prophetic astonishment in the tedious talking
Of an old fool will awake for us and bring
You and me to the yard gate to watch the whins
And the bog-holes, cart-tracks, old stables where Time begins.

O after Christmas we’ll have no need to go searching
For the difference that sets an old phrase burning –
We’ll hear it in the whispered argument of a churning
Or in the streets where the village boys are lurching.
And we’ll hear it among decent men too
Who barrow dung in gardens under trees,
Wherever life pours ordinary plenty.
Won’t we be rich, my love and I, and
God we shall not ask for reason’s payment,
The why of heart-breaking strangeness in dreeping hedges
Nor analyse God’s breath in common statement.
We have thrown into the dust-bin the clay-minted wages
Of pleasure, knowledge and the conscious hour –
And Christ comes with a January flower.

mpdrolet: The Girl at the Gate, 1889 Sir George Clausen

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 14:55:33 -0500

mpdrolet:

The Girl at the Gate, 1889

Sir George Clausen

mpdrolet: Max Farago

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 00:32:24 -0500

mpdrolet:

Max Farago

wrote this for my friend shannon who gave me the loveliest...

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 09:35:00 -0500

wrote this for my friend shannon who gave me the loveliest christmas offerings wrapped in seashell paper from the seventies…tea, pottery, soap called Persephone. what a wonder and what a gift to have people that understand you in this life. kindred spirits, i don’t take them lightly. i sometimes forget how important they are, and then i get a reminder, and i realize they are part of my being who i am and helping me love and be who God created me to be, someone who knows love and can love back.

mpdrolet: Rubén E Reyes 1 Corinthians 9:27 Amplified Bible...

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 11:17:07 -0500

mpdrolet:

Rubén E Reyes

1 Corinthians 9:27

Amplified Bible (AMP)

²⁷But [like a boxer] I buffet my body [handle it roughly, discipline it by hardships] and subdue it, for fear that after proclaiming to others the Gospel and things pertaining to it, I myself should become unfit [not stand the test, be unapproved and rejected as a counterfeit].

leftovers

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 22:31:04 -0500

i like seeing the remnants of the harvest,

bits of white in rows of shorn stalks

pieces left behind, equidistant

the machines came thru

the herd stampeded

candles burn at both ends and we begin, again

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 09:07:08 -0500

candles burn at both ends

and we begin, again

here i am

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 09:14:02 -0500

here i am :

i keep this bible study blog, sorta sparingly these past years, but i reread this one on ‘hineni’ and liked it. good to remember the things that inspired you once to get yourself in gear.

nabbed these right before they cut down all the corn. i walked...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 08:55:00 -0500

nabbed these right before they cut down all the corn. i walked into the stalks and the leaves rustling in the wind made a worthy sound. these crowns were standing so distinctly against the horizon everyday when i drove past them and i was surprised to see how they looked when i got close.

lately it seems my heart is broken afresh over losing max. my...

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 08:29:38 -0500

lately it seems my heart is broken afresh over losing max. my sister has a new baby coming and i’m so happy for her. but it all comes back and i miss him so. this video touched my heart this morning, thinking of max at the beach the day he died and the kite we flew and him in his little undershorts, dying. i know that’s grim, but i know he is playing now in eternity and this song is a reminder that we are not holding onto the present for our satisfaction. something beautiful awaits us in the fire of god’s love. intangible beauties are our treasure here on earth, moments of joy that remain without a price.

out of egypt. get thru the sea of reeds. it might be cozy but its makin you a slave

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 12:53:08 -0400

out of egypt. get thru the sea of reeds. it might be cozy but its makin you a slave