To: All
Rural Resurrection
Along a cottonwood tree lined road
dusty from the breeze so soft
where the cattails climb to loft
their tips of pollen weighted load
A tricolor black bird sings its song
in a voice as clear as the early dawn
another answers from the miller’s lawn
in a sweet voiced tune that echoes long
The covered bridge creaks in the passing
in counterpoint to the stream below
and in that moment of connection I know
all the feelings in my heart massing
A whisper of the zephyr touches my soul
a caress, soft as watered silk in the night
and I’m transfixed by a beam of morning light
washed by a peace that leaves me gently whole
1,720 posted on
10/20/2008 4:58:06 AM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
I love this..Hope to find a graphic worthy of it soon..Thank you, Johnn..I am posting a poem of yours ,by chance, today.
1,721 posted on
10/20/2008 5:32:21 AM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: JustAmy; Billie; dutchess; GodBlessUSA; deadhead; jaycee; LUV W; mathluv; DollyCali; Dubya; Gabz; ..
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October 20, 2008
Do Something With Nothing
Walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:15-16
A newspaper ad showed three people waiting for a city bus. Two of them were bored and listless, while the third was happily playing a game on a small electronic device. Do something with your nothing, the ad said. That nothing time. The time in between everything else you have to do. The idea was to sell the portable player so people could use all those segments of wasted waiting time.
I suspect that many of us already constructively use those small increments of waiting time to read a book, memorize a verse, or pray for a friend. Its our longer waiting periods filled with uncertainty and indecision that may leave us anxious and frustrated.
Paul challenged the Christians in Ephesus to walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil (Eph. 5:15-16). The Greek scholar Kenneth Wuest suggests that this refers to time in its strategic, opportune seasons and means making a wise and sacred use of every opportunity for doing good.
During those seasons when we wonder, How did I get here and when can I leave? its best to look for our God-given opportunities instead of focusing on the obstacles. Thats the way to do something with our nothing.
Wait and, in waiting, listen for His leading;
Be strong, thy strength for every day is stored.
Go forth in faith, and let thine heart take courage;
There is no disappointment with the Lord. Anon.
1,722 posted on
10/20/2008 5:34:11 AM PDT by
The Mayor
( In Gods works we see His hand; in His Word we hear His heart)
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Good Morning To Amy's Place
Monarch Poem ~ by WayzataJOHNN
A brilliant monarch butterfly seeking the lazy sun
passed me in the brightness of day with a jaunted air
as if to it, would never know a single whit or care
and it made me smile, and then laugh in honest fun
I remember the days that touched me deepest with life
and I remember then and now how I reached beyond myself
and found there as if idle upon a long forgotten shelf
a different heart, a soul less worn, a joy without strife
~~~
Wishing You A Beautiful Day
1,723 posted on
10/20/2008 5:39:50 AM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Beautiful!
1,726 posted on
10/20/2008 5:59:11 AM PDT by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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Rural Resurrection Along a cottonwood tree lined road dusty from the breeze so soft where the cattails climb to loft their tips of pollen weighted load A tricolor black bird sings its song in a voice as clear as the early dawn another answers from the millers lawn in a sweet voiced tune that echoes long The covered bridge creaks in the passing in counterpoint to the stream below and in that moment of connection I know all the feelings in my heart massing A whisper of the zephyr touches my soul a caress, soft as watered silk in the night and Im transfixed by a beam of morning light washed by a peace that leaves me gently whole
~ WayzataJOHNN ~
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1,728 posted on
10/20/2008 6:49:25 AM PDT by
DollyCali
(Don't tell GOD how big your storm is -- Tell the storm how B-I-G your God is!)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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Hello, WayzataJOHNN.
Thank you for the wonderful poem.
Hope you are having a super Monday and a Fabulous Fall.
1,748 posted on
10/20/2008 10:02:07 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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