“Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.”
~ Christina Rossetti
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises!
Everything in Nature suggests the infinite.
~ James 5:16-18 The Message (MSG)
better yet, chiseled in stone!
Still, I know that God lives—the One who gives me back my life—
and eventually he’ll take his stand on earth.
And I’ll see him—even though I get skinned alive!—
see God myself, with my very own eyes.
Oh, how I long for that day!
- My poetry has improved, been stretched by this process.
- I celebrate those who enter, as it is taking a great risk to do so.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden under ground, secretly making the ground green.
“We shall not sleep, though poppies grow /In Flanders fields.”
I’m finally on my way
The time has come to say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The bell is about to ring
The big girl she’s about to sing
Today, today, today
And I’m running with the tide
It’s time to cut this side
And I must not miss my ride
And I feel the same inside
As when I caught this ride
When first I sold my pride
My heart is free from fear
I’ll plant my flag right here
Today, today, today
Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high:
~ Hebrews 1: 3
There is a list of folks who no matter how hard I try, I cannot like let alone love. They vex me. Some for a moment, some for decades. I made a list of them years ago, and one by one asked God to love them through me, as I could not. And one by one, they have faded from the list with only a couple left to go. When I read Abraham Akaka’s quote, I reframed the way that I saw these folks. No matter what their intent, they are God’s children, no matter how their words sting, God loves them, no matter what pain they cause, the pain they might be experiencing is what makes them cry out.
So I will keep praying, and keep giving them back, and believe in the aloha. How do you handle those folks who vex you? Today, lift them up to the one who has already died for their sins, and ours.
Lord, thank you for being the aloha, the breath of life. Today, breathe afresh on those who vex me, and those that I vex. Help us to be kinder to one another.
Because of Him,