Backyard Wanderings

Today is a rainy day

And a good day to write

Cool and peaceful

Raindrops drip off of the old maple tree

Just beyond my backdoor

My forsythia has rooted from springtime cuttings

Are almost ready for their new home

Beyond the granite stones

Morning glories on the back fence

are waiting for their signal from God

To bloom in magnificent blue

Tomatoes are ripening to give us joy

Cosmos have grown so tall

Also still waiting for their blooms

Dwarf zinnias showing their gratitude

for not being left to die

On the store’s bargain rack

Cannas from down home have displayed

Their beauty along with the one’s from my friend,

Are taller than me and the six foot fence

My four corn plants from my son has been have harvested

And multicolored coleus put in their place

Sweet lantana lures the hummingbirds

And beautiful butterflies

They need to be ready for their migration to the south

Sunflowers are reaching for the sky

As hollyhocks prepare for next years blooms

The new wisteria had two tiny blooms this year

Now it will rest for awhile

Muscadine grapes are still hanging on

Except for the ones the Cardinal angel ate

God bless him always

My honey crisp apple tree is doing well

Along with the new peach tree

Which is proud of it’s display

Yuccas that I thought were dead have sprouted

Into new life with six little plants of beauty

My roses are so beautiful in their arrays

Of different shades of pinks and reds

My mini rose for Mother’s Day

Is starting her four foot growth

In striped petals so sweet

Crepe myrtles stand in awe

Overlooking their domain

Nandinas beside my back porch

Stand guard like sentinals

Red and orange marigolds along with

Periwinkles of all colors dot the garden path

Such beauty by God’s design overwhelms me

It’s time to go back inside now for my coffee is ready

But I really can’t wait to go back outside

And enjoy my wonderful blessings.

 

 

 

The Soul of the Storm

Thunder rolls across the sky

Clouds tremble at the lightning strike

Rain pours from the soul of the storm

No longer able to contain it’s power

Such is life!

Life events shake us to our core

We tremble in fear at the very sound of turmoil

When life suddenly flashes across our being

With heartfelt pangs of regret

We cry.  For we too have touched

The soul of our own storm and now it’s personal.

We Had Hope

Walking this Earth in all of it’s beauty

Seeing the miracles unfold everyday makes me grateful

The mama doe and her fawn with Daddy close by

Lionesses protecting her cubs from all enemies

Eagles in flight as they soar to great heights

Waterfalls and forest glens peacefully adding their voices

Daffodils, dandelions, and tulips heralding spring to feed the bees

Robins and doves gathering grass and twigs for their nest

Baby birds eventually flying free to repeat the cycle

Roses on fences display their magnificent beauty and scents

Oh! How wonderful it all is!

To be alive, to be loved, to be a Mom

To awesome kids and Grand-babies

To know the peace of a loving and merciful, Holy Father

To be able to enjoy the bounty He has bestowed on all of us

Yet the ugliest thing arises each day and that is hate

It takes all the joy away and puts contention at the forefront

I want to live in my world of blessings without harsh word and vulgarity

The way it used to be when we were young and innocent

I know not all was peaches and cream but we had hope

Time seems to be eroding everything away

The beauty of the morning is disappearing into the darkness of night

Only we can change it but first we must want too

Therein is the vast crevice of disconnected souls

Who chose to harden their hearts with unyielding thoughts

The light of wisdom and grace can dispel this

If kindness walks our path with us

Oh to see the beauty of peace in the world gone crazy

Turned upside down with hell winning in the polls of people’s

Disrespect for life and liberty

The pursuing of personal gain overshadowing the needs of others

What a world to pas down to our young ones

God help us to see it’s beauty and to respect it’s being

The Earth will be grateful and we can stop to smell the roses again.

 

I Can’t Say

My paths have not always been true

I have slipped and slid my way through

But I stand here and say not in disgrace

That I will keep on and finish my race

I may not have traveled as best I should

Sometimes I didn’t even try to be good

Life has played many tricks on me

But I have always manages to walk free

Clouds of storms and winds of change

Buffeted me in this vast open range

Hurricanes of hurt put me to shame

But it was only me to blame

I have given up so much to be here today

But I’m not lost I’ve found another way

I can’t say I will ever get it right

But I won’t go away without a fight

I’ll hang onto the hopes of tomorrow

Not give in to regret or tears of sorrow

I have a new promise that’s now in place

Under the shield of God’s eternal grace.

 

 

He Chose to Bless

I have not held very much store

In having lots and lots of more

I live my life in ‘make do’ land

And what I have within my hand

I don’t need gold or super wealth

Can’t buy joy, peace, or vibrant health

So living in this pieced together life

Cuts down on useless stress and strife

Sometimes I wonder how I’ll do it though

But then God supplies and let’s me know

He heard my prayers to fill the need

Long before I planted my prayerful seed

I have all I shall ever want for this day

I know I won’t do without in any way

The is no reason to even second guess

I am eternally grateful He chose to bless.

 

 

 

Veil of the Unknown

Shadows of light dance

Just out of view

Straining to see the future

But hindered by the past

What do I expect to see

Beyond this veil of the unknown?

Will I see loss with it’s devastating cries?

Maybe joy at finding love

That was lost long ago

Reaching out into this fog

Memories searching, seeking

But to no avail

Invisible thoughts can’t be held tight

Like a ribbon on a pretty package

The unknown contents beckon

Beyond this veil of time

Maybe it’s better not to know

For only God has the plan

His mysteries are for Him

To unfold, to show, and to give

The light of eternity calls the soul

To come, to explore, to ride

The waves of forever

To not be afraid of grace

As softness caresses the air

Sweet surrender is calling

Just beyond this veil of the unknown.

When the Dream Was New

There is a sadness creeping in

Thoughts of long ago

When the dream was new

Are fading like the horizon

In the rear view mirror

Leaving just memories of what was

Forcing the now to witness

This letting go

Hearts turning every which way

Because they’re lost in this maze of regret

For what time has stolen.

 

Yet to Cry

Trying to find the words

To describe how I feel

I am sad yet hopeful

Wanting to laugh

And yet to cry would be okay

Hope is dwindling to a slow drip

Others must always come first but really?

Is this a pity party I’m putting together?

What is this melancholy mood?

I want my dreams back

They have gone away again

And I can’t search for them

Life plays tricks on me

Makes promises which are not kept

Doubt dances with regret for time lost

Time that will never come back

Future minutes and seconds are only borrowed

And must be returned

How sad to never be able to plan a ‘for sure’

The unknown will win again over want

Now there is rain in my eyes

With no clouds in the sky

I wish I knew the answer

Maybe then I could see my dreams

And visit them for a spell.

 

 

Lost Again

5/24/08  This is the last of the the five writings from 2008 when I was taking care of my Mother-in-law who had dementia. She was a beautiful soul but my husband was a recipient of jerk DNA. He wore it proudly and we all suffered for it. There was a lot of stress on me and anyone else who crossed him. Kids included. Writing was my outlet but these were never put on here until now. He is in the nursing home with his own dementia. He pulled one to many stunts and the doctors placed him where he couldn’t run away from himself. If this sounds callous so be it. You cannot judge me unless you lived it.

Lost Again

I have jumped into the deep end of the pool

And can’t swim

Will anyone see me trying to survive?

I’m splashing and yelling but no one cares

They are all to busy trying to survive themselves

I lost again-regret is ruling the emotions

I should have been told how deep the water was

Fear if nothing else would have stopped the jump

But I could have looked myself

Instead I guessed I was right

Maybe that’s what is wrong

Guessing isn’t a certainty but this drowning is

I am sinking now but the water is comforting

It is engulfing me. Trying to help as best it can

It has become my friend and understands

As it seeks it’s own level too

Can it help me find mine?

My world has become slanted

Sometimes happy then sliding into gloom

I know ingratitude is pulling me deeper still

Am I the one who is wrong?

God didn’t tell me the water was so deep

Life has stripped the joy from me

Will I ever get it back?

Will the Lifeguard from above jump in for me?

Am I that important or will He save someone else?

I always seem to be the last one chosen

Maybe I should just learn to swim

Now that’s a thought! Can I even count on me?

We’ll see! I”ll just try a little longer

Hold on to the side and go to the shallow end.

 

Only God Knows

5/24/2008

Life lives inside of me but it can’t be free

Held by all the traditions of right and wrong

What is right seems sometimes wrong

And what is wrong will sometimes seem right

If life is trapped within itself

How does it survive?

Does it feed on it’s own essence?

Which way would I go if I could get out?

Where would it stop? Who is hurt in the process?

Are the questions ever answered?

Only God knows the the end from the beginning

Therefore one must live to be free

And yet free to live but watch out!

The traps of right are set among the wrongs of others

Who stop all from living free

Their life is more important I guess

Does guilt ride on their shoulders like it does on mine?

I do what I can but is it ever enough?

Are the questions still being asked?

Yes! But until my answers come

I will wander in the realms of the unknown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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