Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... December, 2008

12-01-08 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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December 6, 2008



Graphic by MamaBear

[jaycee]

Such a darling graphic and cute Ogden Nash poem! Thanks, ladies for nice viewing this morning before I began decorating the tree! Thats first in the decorating. Have fun, everyone, as I know you all are doing the same.

[jaycee]

~~Good Morning to Amy's Place Friends~~

[The Mayor]

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December 6, 2008

A Commitment To Walk

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READ: Genesis 5:18-24

Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him. —Genesis 5:24

One thing that impresses me about my wife is her commitment to walk two to four times a week for at least an hour. Come rain, snow, sleet, or shine, my wife layers up or down (depending on the weather), puts on her headphones, and off she goes walking through our community.

My wife’s commitment to walking reminds me of a man named Enoch. Genesis 5:18-24 is a short paragraph about his life, and it shines like a diamond amid the earthly record of deaths. In a storyline where the funeral bells tolled out their mournful drone (“and he died” is repeated eight times in the chapter), there is a ray of hope—Enoch walked with God.

What did it mean for Enoch to walk with God? It describes Enoch’s close communion with God—as if literally walking by His side. Also, it refers to Enoch’s unswerving obedience to God in a corrupt culture. God rewarded Enoch’s faithfulness by taking him to heaven while he was still alive. Death would not have the final word in God’s creation.

Enoch’s walk with God reminds us that it is possible for all of us to enjoy intimate communion with the Lord. Let’s commit ourselves to walking faithfully with Him every day.

He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known. —Miles
© Renewal 1940 The Rodeheaver Co.

You’re headed in the right direction when you walk with God.

Bible in One Year: Revelation 1–5; Proverbs 23:29-35

[jaycee]

Thank you Mr. Mayor, for the enlightening D.B. devotionsal this morning. Maybe it will help me start off on the right foot today, with all there is to do. Hope you and your family have a wonderful day.

[The Mayor]

My pleasure Jaycee.

[gardengirl]

Abominable! He’s the man! I love that cartoon—that and Heat miser/cold miser!

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

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Enjoy your Saturday!!!

[gardengirl]

Mornin’ jaycee!

That pic is gorgeous! I figure it’s kinda like riding a motorcycle—great in theory! I’m too partial to heat and ac to actually ride one! LOL

[jaycee]

They are so precious, Conor! This is a ‘cat loving place’ around here for sure! Hope you have a nice Saturday!

[jaycee]

Well, I will tell you one thing, I have been so cold all morning, that I can’t seem to get warmed up. I even put leg warmers on, do you happen to remember those? I kept a pair from way back when and when I get this cold, I dig ‘em out. I am praying for just a couple of warmer days soon. Plus, I have on my cuddle=duds! Still cold.

[ConorMacNessa]

The Song Of Wandering Aengus

I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland

THE old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,
Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;
Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,
But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The wind has bundled up the clouds high over Knocknarea,
And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say.
Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat;
But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare,
For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air;
Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood;
But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood
Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

The Falling of the Leaves

AUTUMN is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[Lady Jag]

[Lady Jag]

Calvin knows what to do with abominable snowmen!

[Majie Purple]

Adorable opener!
& Ogden Nash is a fave poet of mine!
So fun & funny his writings!
:)

[Majie Purple]

Fabulous falls pic, & the lady gif too!!

[Majie Purple]

caturday/Saturday cuteness,thanks!

[Lady Jag]

Stream And Sun At Glendalough

THROUGH intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had done Made my attention stray. Repentance keeps my heart impure; But what am I that dare Fancy that I can Better conduct myself or have more Sense than a common man? What motion of the sun or stream Or eyelid shot the gleam That pierced my body through? What made me live like these that seem Self-born, born anew? William Butler Yeats