Christmas Gift

 

Carried for nine months and birthed far from

Heaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s

Rough fringes—a Bethlehem town,

Incarnation, God come to be one of us—a

Singular identification with

The lost and the loved: It was a lowly  

Ministry to a dying

Adamic race, desperate to

Save, destined to

Give hope where there was none, exchanging the glories with the Father for the

Isolation and humiliation of life with the

Fallen, and we reach out from our disgrace

To receive Heaven’s gift.

With My Pen

I process with my pen,

its inky laughter and tears spilled in vowels and consonants and grammatical scraps.

Through fingertip to paper, the thoughts pinging off the inside of my cranium find

form and voice; and

if it were not so, the thoughts would escape disjointed and be

lost,

part of the myriad muffled conversations in the universe that buzz and buzz—

the white noise of life.

It’s like living under high voltage power lines. So I write

to capture the meaning of things,

to process the jumble of my mind that keeps me thinking,

waking and sleeping,

and try to make sense of it all—well, maybe not all,

but at least me. 

It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Hot!

It is so hot here that my sunflowers are on fire . . .

and all the color has baked off the roses.  111 F yesterday; 106 today so far.  Agh!

The Wounded

We are the wounded.

We are the ones whose histories have been rewritten,

critiqued and re-configured,

pushed through the grids of others—

those who think they only see clearly,

those who see themselves as somehow in control of perception,

of truth.

We are the wounded.

We are those who bleed from the strikes of accusers, as well as

from self-inflicted gashes

from poor judgment and bad choices.

And here we stand, geared up for a marathon, but crippled,

expected to push on to the winners’ circle, but wounded—in need

of another to carry us.

And He was wounded . . .

You know you live with a CA drought . . . →

The Costa Doing Business

Posted on January 13, 2015by apronheadlilly

Costa Hummingbird

My Neighborhood Predator

Fall White