Saturday, October 13, 2018

Old Vines


Old Vines


Hanging limply on the vine
with curling leaves to dryness inclined
when once vibrant of heart, of mind,

as brilliant berries
bursting with juices,

now eyes revert inwards. Or nostalgically
of lost behind.

How do we: "Strengthen the hands that hang down
and the feeble knees" when anger and violence in the air
is what we daily breath... causes our despair,

our hopes do squeeze

as a millstone crushes to gravel
stones
with deliberate ease. Heb. 12:12.

Water from a spiritual stream
quenches our questions with a theocratic dream
which lifts our spirit as does sunlight beams
to buoy our thoughts to a Higher means.

Admonished to: "Smooth out the course of your feet,
And all your ways will be sure." Prov. 4:26.

"Pursue peace with all people". Heb. 12:14.

Yes, "let us pursue the things making for peace and the things that build one another up." Romans 14:19.

Personal slights to patiently endure.

"Let your love be without hypocrisy.
Abhor what is wicked;

cling to what is good." Rom. 12:9

For, "the fruit of righteousness is sown in peaceful conditions
for those who are making peace." James 3:18.

This we know for sure:

That a trellis for fruit trees and climbing limbs
of plants with roots,

thick or thinly stemmed
on each other do intertwine
of necessity depend

to bloom and flourish
aromatic and colorful
our multi skins

under a Son's uplifting rays.

We'll bloom forever.
Youthful and beautiful.

Never to end... in healthy ways:

Because, "it is not a desirable thing to my Father who is in heaven for even one of these little ones to perish." Matt. 18:14.

"Jehovah is not slow concerning his promise, as some people consider slowness, but he is patient with you because he does not desire anyone to be destroyed but desires all to attain to repentance." 2 Pe. 3:9.

So, "you too open your hearts wide." 2 Cor. 6:13.

Our brothers we must "intensely love". 1 Pe. 1:22.
As a strong family supports one another
we must continue to bond.

To each member... cherish.

Eternal, our days!

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Why Wouldn't We?

Why Wouldn't We?

With forever placed within our hearts
and earth the place where our Creator did start
the process of our living

where do we begin?

True, our life spans approximately are 70 or 80 years
filled with anxiety and daily fears of what to eat and what to where;

also stress becomes mankind's daily share
with baby boomers wondering

who will care for us when social security runs out?

Well,

our Maker tells us look around:

the stars, the trees and flowers, the oceans and rivers... their sounds.

Do not all of these ease our spirits; our eyes and other senses
do please?

Let's just take a dip into a cool and gentle stream
when the pavement in the city exhibits steam. 

Does not that simple little thing make life worth living?

How about ice cream on a cone?
With flavors varied or a cherry topping it alone.

Does not your heart sing a song, as if you are again a little one
hurrying home with stickiness dripping down your chin and arm.

Those memories are recycled time and again through generations of children within many races and cultures; teaches us we're kindred beneath our skins.

Our hearts ache and search for happiness. And our earth provides the therapy dispelling apathy by calming us with its breezes; stirring our emotions with immense galaxies that squeeze our hearts through pupils
risen, though sometimes blurred by allergy season.

Yes,
upon us imperfection temporarily sits. Yet, the future promises more creation
to set our thoughts to heights beyond belief. Until that time,

let's search the fallen October leaves for glorious hues that crack under our boots or gym shoes trekking a trail seeking spotted deer, or elk, or just a peek through a sparse canopy to a twinkling sky.

Not to wonder why
we wouldn't want to live for an eternity.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Into the Blueness They Flew


Into the Blueness They Flew

A bird lame.

Weighed down by what life became...

Beaks pecking this one insane.
Joined together
or constant in solitary inane brutality

they wreaked havoc
invoking relentless pain.

The other birds lacked joyful songs.
Plucked this one's feather 'til felt desolate.

Not encouraged to belong. Though, to tell the truth...

this one did not want to join the throng
of bitterness resounding

all life dreadfully long.

Resisted. This little bird.

Was penalized because of individuality in daily persist
since harping not prioritized on their brief list of goals.

A sky above they saw.
Endlessly blue

in their dream.

While rain thundered down in ragged streams.
They kept outwardly silent as their pain internally screamed:

"Why me!... Why me!... Can't you see kindness exuding from my being?... What have I done to try and pick you apart

pluck by pluck?

As done to me... Feathers to ground
in circuitous meanness."

Though this small bird saw. Understood:

The birds that hackle as they stood
had lost all desire.

Their chirps long ago had died.
Their flight abilities expired.

All they had left or at least chose to do
was peck, peck, peck... before they retired.

Gloom was what they eagerly pursued.

So this bird lame knew what they had to do.

Hop e-
agerly... away.

Limping until able to fly.
On

course.

That day arrived.

Into the blueness they flew.

Left behind other lame birds
chirping happily in her

her success

inspired.

May our joy lift our and other wings
to soar

eternal

with eyes shining brilliant
towards heavenly things seen:

self-control, patience, kindness
and such things.

But above all... Love
and all that it brings.

Our hearts in whole-soul devotion
aiming higher than higher

to a God of Love.

Who will soon all wickedness end.
As we do all we can

in harmony

to a brotherhood international
openly conspire.

For on this unity,
true peace and security
totally depends.

Although,
only by means
of a King now reigning
will this earth and universe
be thoroughly cleansed.