Life Is A Garden Party| Thorns (composed 3/29/08) | | Posted by Judy on Thursday, January 26, 2012 at 3:43pm |  | Bad things do happen to good people
for we all go through trials and troubles.
Everyone everywhere bears
heavy heartaches and deep cares.
Everyone everywhere wears
intense sadness mixed with tears.
Sometimes heartaches are not fair.
Sometimes sadness lasts for years.
Sometimes it's all we wear.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
Life is filled with strife
Nothing turns out right.
There's no relief in sight.
Finances are tight.
Perhaps you had a fight.
You cannot see the light.
There's no longer delight.
When will life be all right?
Every lovely rose bears a thorn
as a rainbow follows a storm.
so next time you're forlorn,
heartsick, weary and worn
remember after the storm
one day comes a bright new morn.
The rose with the thorn adorned
reminds us of life - it's norm.
Every thorn in life bears a rose.
Beauty from ashes, I suppose.
Verse for many poets' prose
or so the saying goes.
You need not be old to know,
just smell a rose with your nose.
The thorns will prick and goad.
We forget the lovely rose.
A lesson from the thorns
perhaps will now be born.
Look beyond the storm
to a bright new morn
where joy adorns
those who are worn.
Beauty from ashes born
out of all of life's thorns.
Don't forget the rose
in front of your nose.
Look beyond the lows.
Don't dwell on the woes.
A lovely rose knows
one life's journey goes
from story to prose.
Lovely it grows.
If it weren't for thorns, there would be no roses.
Beauty from ashes. That said, this poem closes.
* * * * *
...to give unto them beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy for mourning,
the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness...
Isaiah 61:3
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The early morning sun dispels the slate sky
as a new day commences by and by.
Westward stretching shadows
lie on new-fallen snow
that fell overnight -
cold, fluffy, white.
A flock of crows fly in
this January morning
perching on a maple tree's limb.
Don't know if friends or if kin.
They're clustered together,
these birds of a feather.
Perhaps for warmth
there on this perch.
To review yesterday's activity?
To discuss a heart-heavy entreaty?
Perhaps on morning 'coffee break'
to gossip about their mates.
Who knows what crows talk about
as they flap and swoop about.
Soon their black wings flap
and caw-caw is heard yapped
as they take off
from their high loft.
The maple tree seems forlorn
without these yapping crows this morn.
Undecorated,
unappreciated
the maple tree casts its shadow
on the cold, fluffy, white snow.
* * * * *
I wonder what I'll write about today
as I listen to crows cawing away?
I would imagine there's roadkill somewhere
designed to be someone's dinner fare.
Repurposed, it's become,
nourishment for someone's tum.
Though this subject is quite offensive
there's a lot in life much more offensive.
Depravity runs rampant.
Rather those who are insolent,
or seemingly quite arrogant,
or mostly disobedient.
Every thought runs amok
rather given to gossip,
as they murder with their tongue too -
which is what slanderers do.
They serve satan, the devil,
as they practice what's evil,
wicked and immoral -
though they know it's sinful.
'Me, me, me' is their creed
as they live a life of greed
not caring for others
but using others.
Opening hating God
because their heart is hard.
Not concerned that there is a hell
for currently their life is hell.
Jesus Christ the Lord came to save these people
who seem to be the least deserving of peoples.
Jesus does not discriminate.
His heart is most compassionate.
He came to seek and to save those who are lost
and gave His all though it was His life it cost.
Why? It was an atonement, a sacrfice -
in order to forgive your sins, that's right.
But fortunately that's not the end of the story.
Jesus is not dead as we learn through history.
God's Word, the Bible is God's (His)-story -
though some consider it a mystery.
The Bible shows us man's depraved condition
then tells us how to seek restitution
by simply believing Jesus died to save us from our sins
and will reside in us to create a new life within.
Believe that Jesus is God's Son
who came as a payment, a ransom,
a substitute for yours and my sins,
for the wickedness that dwells within.
Start living your life anew
with a heart that is renewed
with God's abiding love and compassion
for you know your sins have been forgiven.
...depraved mind, to do what ought not be done.
They have become filled with every kind of
wickedness, evil, greed and depravity.
They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice,.
They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful;
they invent ways of doing evil, they disobey their parents;
they are senseless, faithless, heartless, ruthless.
Although they know God's righeous decrees
that those who do such things deserve death,
they not only continue to do these very things
but also approve of those who practice them.
Romans 1:23-32 | | | | | Songfest | | Posted by Judy on Sunday, January 15, 2012 at 8:03am |  | Yesterday stormy,
blustery, flurries
in my county.
Today it's sparkly
as it turned out quite sunny
though frosty and icy.
Someone sounds lovely,
cherry, lively, bubbly.
Heard singing brightly.
I think you'll agree
though you can't see
who's singing to me.
Because they're hungry
they sing sweetly
for something yummy.
With breasts downy
and knees knobby
chirping loudly...
sounding merry
they eat seeds oily
at this party.
They try oranges tangy
and millet tasty
while chatting happily.
Oh no! Someone haughty
comes acting rowdy,
sassy, not friendly.
Sounding off-key,
shrewd and shrilly.
Singing sharply.
Can be feisty.
Might be huffy,
grouchy, grumpy.
Doesn't act nicely.
Does eat hearty
and yaks loudly.
For blue jays greedy
and somewhat snooty
yearly scares birdies.
Little birdies
become chatty.
Away they hurry.
These sweet tweeties
take a journey
to the valley.
Miss their beauty.
Little pudgy
gray chickadees...
bring much delight to me.
A winter jubilee
when they come say 'howdy.
Singing sweetly,
sounding lovely,
lively, bubbly...
happy, merry,
cheery, yearly
on their journey.
A joyous chickadee
songfest jubilee
is waiting for me.
* * * * *
May your heart be filled with happy songs
to lighten the load in a world of wrongs.
...the time of the singing of birds is come...
Song of Songs 2:12
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Limited quantities. | | | | | Titmice | | Posted by Judy on Wednesday, January 11, 2012 at 1:53pm |  | The titmice are here!
They return each year
when you hear their
peter, peter.
Listen, you can hear
their song loud and clear.
Some might call it a jeer
though music to my ears.
Their song announces spring
is ready to begin.
Songs sung from sunup to sundown
makes happy music in my town.
Their crown mirrors
blue jays, that's clear,
but these creatures
have gray feathers.
Their crown is their pointed crest which peers.
On the top of their noggin it appears.
Their gray-capped crest so dear
is a tuft above their ears.
What are titmice?
They are quite nice.
Though you don't pay a price
their song does entice.
They are gray birds with a head crest
above their downy white-feathered breast.
Is one a titmouse? Two are twice as nice.
A bird feeder will more titmice entice.
When titmice you see, spring is near.
Chickadees, too, will soon appear.
The world is full of music
when songbirds again visit.
* * * * *
Next time you go out to work outdoors
take time to listen for music soars.
The blue skies and hedges are filled with song
from early in the morning and all day long.
A chirp is answered with a tweet.
A twitter is met with a cheep.
Caw-caws abound
in my town.
Sopranos
and altos,
tenors join in
loudly singing.
A symphony choir
practices on wires.
Though no band leader is in sight
their music somehow sounds just right.
This very minute I hear chirping in the east
and a squawking bird just flew by in the west.
Perhaps mimicing the cd player
playing as I compose on the computer.
Certain types of music provide inspiration
and an inner creativity and calming.
Music can be the soul's medicine
when it provides peace and calm within.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth,
burst into jubilant song with music.
Psalm 98:4
Sing and make music in your heart,
always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Ephesians 5:19,20
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