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Wisdom

“There is no royal flower-strewn path to success. And if there is, I have not found it for if I have accomplished anything in life it is because I have been willing to workhard.”

 ~ Sarah Breedlove Walker
 
If you reason with an arrogant cynic, you’ll get slapped in the face;
    confront bad behavior and get a kick in the shins.
So don’t waste your time on a scoffer;
    all you’ll get for your pains is abuse.
But if you correct those who care about life,
    that’s different—they’ll love you for it!
Save your breath for the wise—they’ll be wiser for it;
    tell good people what you know—they’ll profit from it.
Skilled living gets its start in the Fear-of-God,
    insight into life from knowing a Holy God.
It’s through me, Lady Wisdom, that your life deepens,
    and the years of your life ripen.
Live wisely and wisdom will permeate your life;
    mock life and life will mock you.
 
Proverbs 9: 7-10
 
     It was what I prayed for yesterday,
     to color my day, to guide my way.
     You led me, mouth cloaked in your hand,
     step by step, in your plans.
     
     I heard your voice proceed from places
     in my home, in friendly spaces.
     You cupped my ears, led me still,
     my eyes on you, my heart to fill.
     
     The sound of children filled my soul
     Their grievances echoed, past my goal
     The smell of pain, Your own now rose
     paled all others, new paths showed.
 
    We touched the pencils, crayons, pens,
    poured ourselves through a different lens.
    Creatively letting go of all,
    Laughing, sharing, discerning scrawl.
 
    The taste of cookies, filled and sweet
    made our time with you complete.
   Though your name was merely hinted
   Wisdom crossed the pages printed.
 
   All together, Spirit led,
   All together, we were fed.
   Thank you Lord for times like these,
   When wisdom writes, pain is eased.
 
Hi folks, the Lord is truly a master at helping me to see those things that I need to truly let go  At my poetry workshop yesterday, the kids were sharing their 
hearts, hurts, laughter, frustrations in a safe environment, and in a place where they felt free to think, feel, express.  And when they began to complain
about last year’s hurts, I heard the echo of my own.  
 
Today, asking for wisdom and thanking God for dispensing it, it an excellent goal for me.  I can feel this growth spurt surging, challenging all that I know.
This bit of doggerel that echos all the senses one is called upon when writing good poetry, is just a way to give some credit to my young poets, who may be unaware of just what it is they are helping to heal.  I hope that they, too, are healing.
 
Because of Him,
Linda
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George Lassos the Moon

“Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration. I don’t think you can go wrong.” 
                                                                    ~ Ella Fitzgerald
 
     This mystery has been kept in the dark for a long time, but now it’s out in the open. God wanted everyone, not just Jews, to know this rich and glorious secret inside and out, regardless of their background, regardless of their religious standing. The mystery in a nutshell is just this: Christ is in you, so therefore you can look forward to sharing in God’s glory. It’s that simple. That is the substance of our Message. We preach Christ, warning people not to add to the Message. We teach in a spirit of profound common sense so that we can bring each person to maturity. To be mature is to be basic. Christ! No more, no less. That’s what I’m working so hard at day after day, year after year, doing my best with the energy God so generously gives me.
                                                                      ~ Colossians 1:27-29
 
     I recently had the experience of addressing a college class called “Contemporary Poetry.”  I was invited by my beloved professor, to talk about my first book.  Praying before I got there was a priority.  To tell you the truth, I was a little scared.  
     I was advised that the students were not sure about the religious content of some of the poems.  When I read for them, I purposely choose poems that did not fall into that category. After I read, the questions that they asked brought those poems and the stories behind them into play.
     When asked about why my poems had such heavy God content, I asked them if they had seen the movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Instantly there were smiles and recognition.  I recalled the following scene:
George Lassos the Moon
     Then I told them, that for me, Jesus was like the moon, and I wanted the love that I had for him to come shooting out my fingers and toes and the ends of my hair.
      They asked about why I “reported” scripture a certain way, and I let them know about several different versions of the Bible that were written at different times, in different English, but all with the same message.
     All in all, they asked great questions, and I did my best to answer those and the ones about poetry the best that I could.  I would not call my poetry religious, I would call it my way of giving back some of the love I have received.
     Today, find a way to share what you love best, even in small doses. He lives in you!
 
Because of Him,
“Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration. I don’t think you can go wrong.” 
                                                                    ~ Ella Fitzgerald
 
     This mystery has been kept in the dark for a long time, but now it’s out in the open. God wanted everyone, not just Jews, to know this rich and glorious secret inside and out, regardless of their background, regardless of their religious standing. The mystery in a nutshell is just this: Christ is in you, so therefore you can look forward to sharing in God’s glory. It’s that simple. That is the substance of our Message. We preach Christ, warning people not to add to the Message. We teach in a spirit of profound common sense so that we can bring each person to maturity. To be mature is to be basic. Christ! No more, no less. That’s what I’m working so hard at day after day, year after year, doing my best with the energy God so generously gives me.
                                                                      ~ Colossians 1:27-29
 
     I recently had the experience of addressing a college class called “Contemporary Poetry.”  I was invited by my beloved professor, to talk about my first book.  Praying before I got there was a priority.  To tell you the truth, I was a little scared.  
     I was advised that the students were not sure about the religious content of some of the poems.  When I read for them, I purposely choose poems that did not fall into that category. After I read, the questions that they asked brought those poems and the stories behind them into play.
     When asked about why my poems had such heavy God content, I asked them if they had seen the movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Instantly there were smiles and recognition.  I recalled the following scene:
George Lassos the Moon
     Then I told them, that for me, Jesus was like the moon, and I wanted the love that I had for him to come shooting out my fingers and toes and the ends of my hair.
      They asked about why I “reported” scripture a certain way, and I let them know about several different versions of the Bible that were written at different times, in different English, but all with the same message.
     All in all, they asked great questions, and I did my best to answer those and the ones about poetry the best that I could.  I would not call my poetry religious, I would call it my way of giving back some of the love I have received.
     Today, find a way to share what you love best, even in small doses. He lives in you!
 
Because of Him,
Linda

Linda

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Tie My Shoes?

Kindness is just love with its workboots on. 
      ~ Author unknown
 

So roll up your sleeves, put your mind in gear, be totally ready to receive the gift that’s coming when Jesus arrives. Don’t lazily slip back into those old grooves of evil, doing just what you feel like doing. You didn’t know any better then; you do now. As obedient children, let yourselves be pulled into a way of life shaped by God’s life, a life energetic and blazing with holiness. God said, “I am holy; you be holy.”

     ~1 Peter1:15-16

     

But I am tired, Lord.

Tired of the words,

     tired of being misunderstood,

          tired of being silent in insult’s face.

My work boots are worn thin

My laces untied

and many miles to go before I sleep.

Revive my spirit oh Living Water,

Heal my soul and my soles.

Please cuff up my sleeves like a loving mother

Breathe afresh across my thinking

and please Lord, could you tie my shoes?

Giving you back the lead will be just, 

     heaven.

 

Because of Him,

Linda

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Rise in Our Hearts

For the spirit of Christmas fulfils the greatest hunger of mankind.   
~Loring A. Schuler
 
 

Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;

17 Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.

                                                    ~Isaiah 1:16-17

Washed in the glow of Christmas,

we move now through our days,

lighter, kinder, wiser,

resume our daily plays.

Wise men brought you frankincense,

laid before you gold and myrrh,

they recognized the royalty,

though you spoke not a word.

Let us carry forward,

the joy of that surprise.

That  as we hold you in our hearts,

you shine forth in our eyes.

Because of Him,

Linda

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The Fragrance of Bees

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. 
                                                     ~Ray Bradbury
 
My purpose in writing is simply this: that you who believe in God’s Son will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you have eternal life, the reality and not the illusion. And how bold and free we then become in his presence, freely asking according to his will, sure that he’s listening. And if we’re confident that he’s listening, we know that what we’ve asked for is as good as ours.
                                                     ~ 1 John 5:14-15
 
They fly from bloom to bloom,
dusting their feet in gold
a bouquet of  varied sprinkle
spreading good news of old.
 
Always a-buzz with life
nary a sting is felt
smoke the bee keeper’s friend
he checks the golden smelt.
 
It’s nectar a healthy boon,
to battle the air of spring,
we ingest it’s golden drops
relief it often brings.
 
And so it is with Jesus
take Him in each day,
a spread his news like pollen
along life’s verdant way.
 
For He is is that lives in you,
in Him you live and move,
breathe Him in, share the fruit
that in you, his presence proves.
 
Because of Him,
Linda

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Where Thy Feet Pass

Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.

~ Christopher Paul Rubero

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

Psalm 73:25-26

When my soul is so much more

veined and cracked than desert floor.

When for all the world it seems

I have seen the last of dreams.

When I cry for this to end.

There you are my faithful friend.

 

Constant as the rain in spring

resurrection do you bring.

Steadily yourself you pour

o’er my parched heart’s broken door.

Bidding it to op’ again

coaxing blooms there locked within.

 

There you are my faithful friend.

Coaxing blooms there locked within.

You who know betrayal’s sting.

and the life, forgiveness brings.

You take my hand, look to my eyes

Speak to me in morning’s sighs.

 

When I am in self-made hell

Heeding other voices’ spells

You alone sing of the place

Where the only sound is grace.

You sing like rain upon the grass

And bid me where your feet now pass.

 

Speak to me in morning sighs

Bid my where your feet now pass

Coaxing blooms there locked within

There you are my faithful friend.

When my soul is so much more

Cracked and veined than desert floor.

Because of Him,

Linda

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A Poem in January

When one reads a poet in January, it is as lovely as when one goes to walk in June. 
     ~ Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
 

I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place.

The Lord is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?

   ~ Psalm 118:5-6

As we follow the star, a poem…from Louis Untermeyer.

Faith

BY LOUIS UNTERMEYER

What are we bound for? What’s the yield
   Of all this energy and waste?
Why do we spend ourselves and build
       With such an empty haste?
Wherefore the bravery we boast?
   How can we spend one laughing breath
When at the end all things are lost
       In ignorance and death? . . .
The stars have found a blazing course
   In a vast curve that cuts through space;
Enough for us to feel that force
       Swinging us through the days.
Enough that we have strength to sing
   And fight and somehow scorn the grave;
That Life’s too bold and bright a thing
       To question or to save.
Lord keep us close in these days when the star is hard to see.  Keep it fixed in our heart’s chart, that we may continue our journey home.
Because of Him,
Linda

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