Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... January - December, 2023

The Mayor; Luvie; JustAmy

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Happy New Year!!

[JustAmy]

I’m working on a New Thread. This old brain is slow.

[LTC.Ret]

I posted this in another thread about Paul Ehrlich, author of “The Population Bomb” back in 1968 -— it might fit here because it is poetry, although it conflicts with my current beliefs about our world situation:

A group of speakers came to my High School somewhere between 1968-1970, and was quite convincing, to a bunch of kids, with their doomsday warnings. I still remember their song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK3oWQfb_2M

We were true believers because we were children, not adults who could see through their lies and distortions. This is © verse I wrote circa 1970 some time after his presentation:

The earth was fine when it began,
And then the thinking creature, Man,
Began his funny little life.
He “tamed” an Earth that knew no strife.
He learned to fly the sunlit skies,
To ride the seas, to organize.
He taught Earth how to give up ore,
First sane amounts, then more and more.
Refined the Earth without a care.
His great new future choked the air.
The blackened water was his drink,
He didn’t seem to mind its stink.
He built strong bombs of every kind,
No ounce of fear crept through his mind,
Then used those bombs with shouts and cheers.
The Angels wept in fallout tears.
But Earth why are you now so green,
So pretty, bright, and so serene?
Look what you’ve lost! Or have you gained?
Was Man the thorn that bruised and pained?
‘Twas then that Earth, just as before,
Saw Eden again, but Man no more. ©

[JustAmy]

Thank you for sharing your poem.

Welcome to our current thread.

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

[luvie]

....and a Happy New Thread at Amy's!

[lee martell]

Here’s a pleasant and dreamy little poem I encountered while reading an old novel, written by William Wordsworth.
You may have seen it before during your primary school years

“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” (aka The Daffodil Poem)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’ver vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
Beside the lake, beneath the tress,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay.
Ten thousand I saw at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced: but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay.
In such jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils!

[lee martell]

That’s a touching poem. The phrase that comes to mind is
Paradise Lost. Nature and the very definition of what is natural are often collateral damage for the constant steamroll of ‘civilization’ and progress.

[The Mayor]

Excellent Thank you Amy and Jim!

[The Mayor]

Our Daily Bread

Tuesday,
January 3, 2023

Rescue Mission

Read: Psalm 38:11–22

Lord, I wait for you; you will answer, Lord my God. Psalm 38:15

Volunteers at a farm animal rescue organization in Australia found a wandering sheep weighed down by more than seventy-five pounds of filthy, matted wool. Rescuers suspected the sheep had been forgotten and lost in the bush for at least five years. Volunteers soothed him through the uncomfortable process of shearing away his heavy fleece. Once freed from his burden, Baarack ate. His legs grew stronger. He became more confident and content as he spent time with his rescuers and the other animals at the sanctuary.

The psalmist David understood the pain of being weighed down with heavy burdens, feeling forgotten and lost, and desperate for a rescue mission. In Psalm 38, David cried out to God. He had experienced isolation, betrayal, and helplessness (vv. 11–14). Still, he prayed with confidence: “Lord, I wait for you; you will answer, Lord my God” (v. 15). David didn’t deny his predicament or minimize his inner turmoil and physical ailments (vv. 16–20). Instead, he trusted that God would be near and answer him at the right time and in the right way (vv. 21–22).

When we feel weighed down by physical, mental, or emotional burdens, God remains committed to the rescue mission He planned from the day He created us. We can count on His presence when we cry out to Him: “Come quickly to help me, my Lord and my Savior” (v. 22). — Xochitl Dixon

How has God revealed His faithfulness when you’ve felt weighed down? How has God used others to comfort and support you?

Gracious God, help me to encourage others who feel weighed down, lost, or forgotten.

Bible in a year: Genesis 7–9; Matthew 3

[luvie]

Happy GratiTuesday

[JustAmy]

Happy New Year, Mayor.
Thank you for sharing ODB every morning.
I appreciate you!

[left that other site]

Happy Gratituesday!

Life Is Better With an Attitude of Gratitude!

(((HUGS)))

ML/LTOS

[TheConservativeParty]

Happy GratiTuesday!
We could use a sunny day here!
Send one on over please!
😅

[left that other site]

Wish I had some sunshine to share.

Anybody want some rain?

[TheConservativeParty]

We already have rain.
😅

[left that other site]

ooops...sorry.

[luvie]

I’d love to trade with you if you’re having a rainy day. 🤣

[luvie]

Absolutely!