Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri . November 10-11, 2004

11-10-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Poetry and Potpourri made its debut on September 22, 2003

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[JustAmy]

11-10-04
Graphic by MamaBear

Forever Kind of Friends
With you, it's all about
voiceless communication-
always knowing exactly what to say,
but never actually having to say it.

When no one seems to be listening, you hear.
When I hurt but don't show it, you know.
When I turn away to hide my tears, you see.
When I feel like I can't get through to anyone, you understand.

Your eyes glow just for me,
and I know you're proud.
You flash your magical, healing smile my way,
and I know everything will be all right.

You know everything there is to know about me.
You know what worries me,
what keeps me up at night,
and what shames me so badly
that I can't share it with anyone.

Most importantly, though,
none of those things bother you.

~Dawn Nissen~

[JustAmy]

Graphic from St.Louie1

Please remember our troops and their families in your prayers today.

[JustAmy]

Little Talk
Aileen Fisher

Don't you think it's probable
that beetles, bugs and bees
talk about a lot of things -
you know, such things as these:

The kind of weather where they live
in jungles tall with grass
and earthquakes in their villages
whenever people pass!

Of course, we'll never know if bugs
talk very much at all,
because our ears are far too big
for talk that is so small.

[JustAmy]

Something Told the Wild Geese
Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, - "Snow."

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, - "Frost. "

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild beast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly, -
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

PORK AND SWEET POTATO DINNER

3 lbs. boneless pork loin
4 sweet potatoes, peeled
2 med. size apples
1/4 c. apple juice or white wine
2 tbsp. brown sugar
1/2 tsp. apple pie spice
1 tsp. salt

Cube the pork and the sweet potatoes in serving sized pieces. In a skillet, brown the pork cubes. Add sweet potatoes. Core, slice and add the apples. Blend apple juice or white wine, brown sugar, apple pie spice and salt. Pour over the top. Place lid on skillet and simmer until tender, about an hour.

OR


CROCK POT METHOD:
In the bottom of the crock pot place apple slices, then sweet potatoes, then browned pork cubes. Pour combined juice, spices and salt over the top. Place the lid on and cook on low speed for 8-12 hours. Makes 6 servings.

[The Mayor]

November 10, 2004

Walking Our Faith

Read: Romans 2:17-24

Do you see that faith was working together with his works, and by works faith was made perfect? —James 2:22

Bible In One Year: Jeremiah 48-49; Hebrews 7

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Often we Christians are urged not just to "talk the talk" but to "walk the talk." The same advice may be expressed in these words: Don't let your behavior contradict your professed belief. At other times we are admonished to be sure that life and lip agree. If our conduct doesn't harmonize with our confession of faith, however, that discrepancy nullifies the testimony of the gospel which we proclaim.

As far as we can know, Mahatma Gandhi never became a Christian, but he made a statement that we who follow Jesus would do well to ponder. When asked to put his message into one short sentence, he replied, "My life is my message."

Certainly we should explain the gospel message as clearly as possible. Yet the clearest explanation isn't going to win hearts for our Lord unless His love is embodied in our lives. To quote the apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 11:1, "Imitate me, just as I also imitate Christ." And holding himself up as a pattern, he wrote in Philippians 4:9, "The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you."

Pray, then, that like Paul we may live out our saving faith before the watching world. —Vernon Grounds

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me—
All His wonderful passion and purity!
O Thou Spirit divine, all my nature refine,
Till the beauty of Jesus be seen in me. —Orsborn

The world is watching us—do they see Jesus?

[Borax Queen]

*hugs to you*

Darn, I can't figure out how to post this wonderful photo with President Reagan and his quote about the Marines (I've seen it on FR before too)... My brother just sent it. It's Happy Birthday to Marines today (10 November 1775).

[OESY]

Good morning, all! Here we go--


Wednesday, November 10

Headache Day (you probably thought this was celebrated everyday)
Mariachi Night (California)
Forget-Me-Not Day
Toothpaste Day
USMC Birthday (Go Marines! Semper Fi!)


Thursday, November 11

Ones Day (?? -- Twos Day comes next week?)
Sundae Day (followed by Mons Day?)
Admission Day (Washington)
Independence Day (Poland)
Republic Day (Maldives)
St. Martin's Day (Sweden)
Veterans Day Parade (Alabama)
Remembrance Day (Canada)
Veterans Day (formerly WWI Armistice Day)

[The Mayor]

[The Mayor]

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Wednesday!

54 degrees right now, headin' for around 73. A Pacific front and a Canadian front move through today and late tonight, so our nice weather turns cooler for a few days .....

Have a cup while you Freep !

[JustAmy]

LITTLE THINGS MEAN A LOT

Here is a soldier stationed in Iraq, stationed in a big sand box. He asked his wife to send him dirt, fertilizer and some grass seeds so he can have the sweet aroma and feel the grass grow beneath his feet.

If you notice, he is even cutting the grass with a pair of scissors. Sometimes we are in such a hurry that we don't stop and think about the little things that we take for granted. Upon receiving this, please say a prayer for our soldiers that give (and give up) so unselfishly for us.

[Conspiracy Guy]

The little things are what hold the big things together.

[JustAmy]

Happy Birthday to the USMC.

[Conspiracy Guy]

229 Years. Happy Birthday.

Did you know that today is also the 29th anniversary of;

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

Gordon Lightfoot

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Allergies. Headache day started Monday night. I'm still celebrating. We have not had a hard freeze yet.

: (

[JustAmy]

That is a wonderful poem. I don't think (or remember) I've heard it before.

Thank you for sharing it with us. I think we had some early gales of November last week. :)

[Conspiracy Guy]

It's Gordon Lightfoot's song from 1976 about the loss of the Edmund Fitzgerald on Nov 10, 1975. Don't you remember it?