Something to Think About

Culprit

you make me stumble

you make me fall

i have finally realized

that i can’t eat you all..

i’m stopping what’s destructive

cause you give me no peace..

i’m loosening my grip

it’s time to release…

goodbye frito bandito

r gould

Sunday Soul Search

Kingtides

On Saturday morning, we drove to the coast, knowing about the activity, that was to take place for a few days. For this moment, I am only posting this one photo. My heart is heavy, for those swept out to sea, on that day. Out of respect for them I am praying for those that have lost loved ones.

i think of you

not necessary

what i know

only that

you are loved

and on

a golden shore above..

                                                                                                                                 r gould

Sunday Soul Search

summer mood

summer mood

a bit subdued

heavy heart

from fires that start

loss of life

and loss of home

exhausted bodies

people bemoan

and question why

God bring comfort

and please

 rain down on them..

                                                                                                          r gould

 

Sunday Soul Search

Sunday Soul Search

Home is Where the Heart Is

 

Rocking Chair Winter

Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..

         Winter Memories

In winter, I remember still…

(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill

With sleds behind them, lagging there,

As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-

And when atop the hill they rest

Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)

I seem to see myself in them

As I relive old scenes again!

It seems that wintertime is fun-

But somehow only, to the very young!

for as the years creep up on me-

My rocking chair seems best, you see!

The snowball fights seemed quite the thing

For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.

And games were always fun, you know,

Like making “Angels,” in the snow.

A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good

Beside the stove-made warm with wood.

And icicles hanging from the eaves

And diamonds glistening from the trees

Were things of beauty, given free

To the like of you and me!

The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,

Lent a sense of serenity over all.

Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,

To youngsters who can run about,

But give me warmth, and books galore-

And my rocking chair-why ask for more!

                                                       Beatrice Drummond