My New Site!

If any of you would be at all interested, please meander over to my new blog site (click here). If you have any suggestions, recommendations, questions, or miscellaneous comments pertaining to it, please let me know.

I hope to see you there real soon!

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By the way, I love looking at clouds and all the various faces of the sky; just in case you didn't know...not that that has anything to do with anything here....

Moving Time Again

I am currently working on a new blog site that I like much better than this one...I hope to have it fully established by the end of this week...so I won't tell you where it is yet!

But for today, I have other things to do...meantime, I am looking forward to posting my new location in a few days!

Sunny Weather

Since I wrote about the weather yesterday, I thought I'd follow up with another poem about the opposite kind of weather today.... This one is definitely free form poetry, though--but then, so is half of the Old Testament!

Sunshine Through the Slats

Bright, bright it is!
The bold eye of light in the sky
Peeks in on me.
Sunlight streams through the slats--
No venetian blind can shut it out--
Cool and blue,
Clean and cool.
The face of light,
Up in the blue and white,
Is laughing at me;
Because I peek back through the slats.
So I laugh, too.
The sun and me,
We have a game--
He hides from me,
I hide from him.

Sometimes the blinds come between,
Sometimes the cloudy shrouds.
But other times we are merry friends
And dispense with games.
Ah! The sun and I!
We play day by day,
Laughing at one another.

His bright beams visit me here
In my little chair;
Or soar above me in ethereal realms
Where I can never go.
Ah! But the sun and I!
We are friends!

He is high and I am low;
But I have reason and he does not.
Yet our merry game continues on,
For both he and I shall be redeemed.
Some say the sun shall cease--
But I do not know...
Perhaps the sun and I
May laugh at one another
For eternity--
We shall see.



That, then, is the weather report for today!

A Rainy Day Poem

Here's a poem inspired by the weather today...

Walking in the rain,

Wandering under the clouds,

Moving away from the pain,

Meandering through the shrouds.

I am surrounded in softness,

I am chilled with the breeze,

I am filled with my weakness,

I am searching for ease.

Where, where can I find it?

Why, why won't it come?

Peace flees from me--I flee from it.

Prayer flies from me--it I fail to welcome.

I am so stubborn--why?

I am so cold--for what?

It makes me want to cry;

Inside my heart it is shut.

Break through, O God!

Bust down the door!

The tears of the sky enter in squads--

I know You can do more!

You can transform my heart,

You can bring me to pray,

You can pull me apart,

You can cause me to say:

"O Lord, You are my King.

O Lord, You are my Savior.

Father, to me You only can bring

Freedom from the pain of this war.

"For in my heart there is war--

For in my soul there is bitterness.

This should be in me no more,

This should not be my distress!

"I am Yours--forgive my distrust!

I am Yours--pardon my self-love!

No more shall my face seek the dust!

No more shall I see the darkness thereof!

"But I shall sing to You,

But I shall rejoice before Your mercy.

For me You have brought anew,

You have drawn me Your grace to see."

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And so You have done.

And so it is accomplished.

In the rain, not under the sun;

In the rain You have me blessed.



And no, I don't feel this blue today--but this suits the weather...

What do You Find Invigorating?

It is interesting how invigorating a little bit of sunshine on a cool morning can be, especially after days of overcast weather.

It is quite interesting how invigorating just taking the two and a half minutes to straighten out one's desk can be, especially on a Monday morning.

It is also surprisingly interesting how invigorating listening to Herman Cain can be, especially after learning that he won the Florida straw poll.

What do you find invigorating?

Shooting?

Dancing?

Or something else entirely?

It is an interesting question, isn't it?