There is Good

I wrote the following after reading some content on my phone, in regards to animal abuse. From that my mind wondered to other kinds of abuse in our world. But prior to all of that, the word good was stuck in my mind. Then my daily reading for today mentioned the word goodness, saying to always look for goodness and mercy.. Here is what followed.

look and you will find, that there is good, there is good all of the time-there are good people who live every day, who do good-and if you watch, and hear what they say- and see how they give and not take away- but willing to help those in need-not swollen with pride, or tempted with greed-not rebellious at heart, but live life to care-so never think that goodness is never there-for the truth is that good exists, and is around- but is often not noticed and is very quiet in sound…

Just Maybe

just maybe, there was something i missed

as a child, caught between happy moments

and sometimes being scared

just maybe, i longed for someone

to take notice, and to interact with me

and not be so busy

maybe, the early years

 would have been different

just maybe..

                                                                                                                        r gould

 

 

 

Washed

that cold sharp tone

makes my bones shiver

i know now

that a heart is changed

when one recognizes

that self

does not have

all of the answers

in humility

traipsing

to

the

alter

to

lay

it

all

out

that

we be

washed

from the

filth

 of sin..

God help us

 

We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags. Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall, and our sins sweep us away like the wind..

Isaiah 64:6

 

Free Write Friday

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heaven on earth

takes my breath away

a fleeting moment

on this summer day..

heaven on earth

comes and goes

like the seasons

natures picture shows..

heaven on earth

far and near

and in those moments

i hold dear..

                                                                                                  r gould

Friends in High Places

in the simple life I live, some days that is

i explore and look around

last week they caught my eye

and this is what i found..

small enough

to nestle in a flower

and sit contently for hours

maybe it was peering eyes of the intruder

that gave reason for hesitation

to leave it’s place of safety

on the high place

of a hollyhock plant…

r gould

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Wordier

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i am looking for words

where did they go

they seem to have left me

i just don’t know..

i think they got sticky

and are stuck

maybe, they got run-over

by a big truck..

i hope i find them

or they find me..

i want to be wordier

with words flowing and free..

I See a Short Story

DSC_0158-001a torrential rain came down from my eyes

i had fought the tears for so many years

not wanting to go back to that moment in time

leaving home, angry, frustrated and hurt

i felt freedom at last

 forgiving what i had considered unforgivable

loving the old man i was leaving

and looking forward to

when we would meet again..

Inga

Inga Larsson sipped the last of her tea. She savored each drop and she knew that she had a big day ahead of her. She had just returned from her beloved country of Sweden to say her final goodbyes to her dear mother. Though her heart grieved she had made a commitment to plan and prepare for the annual Christmas lunch at the Food Pantry. She would do her best to set aside sadness to fulfill her obligation. She still had to find a few more volunteers to decorate and someone to  provide music for the festivities. While Hank Johnson was devoid of color in his life, Inga was all about color.

DSCN0575She would soon turn sixty-four and she vowed that she would never let age deter her from being active. As a retired nurse, it afforded her a comfortable lifestyle. Having never married, she traveled to far off places and wanted to experience as much as possible, but always with God’s final ok on her decision-making. She was not one to sit on the fence of life and watch it go by.  It was December first and time to get cracking. Of all her years of eating  oatmeal for breakfast seemed to give her enough energy to run miles around those half her age. She reminisced a moment about her lovely mother. She had been a woman of strength and character. She had a beautiful heart and had always given over and beyond when it came to helping those in need.

DSCN0560In her mind her mother was an angel. She glanced at the clock and realized that it would soon be time to meet with the director of the House of Hope and work out some of the details. She laughed as she looked at Mitt. Mitten had been a stray kitten that Inga had coaxed into her home by feeding her.

DSCN4094Mitten had brought her hours of entertainment, laughter and joy. Laughter to Inga was good medicine. She believed it would cure whatever ailed you.

DSCN0567A joyful heart is good medicine but a crushed spirit dries up bones.

Proverbs 17:22