The days are hot and long, no rain in sight. The drought seems to last forever. Peoples living in quiet desperation, Rising with the dawn each day, Wondering what is the point, Looking out at the darkened sky Then hearing the sound of thunder, The rain softly hitting against the window, Life goes on today, then tomorrow, You realize that is the point.
With so much going on in the world,I am thinking my take on God or religion is lost within so many others more radical views. Maybe I am over simplifying my view but here it is. I think God is the universe, our reason for being. A higher power, yes. Are we made in his image, I guess that is man's idea of giving him/her form. A lot of people think God lives in us, I think we are all parts of God, that we are Godly if we allow ourselves that gift. People need to be right so they fight over who's God is the right one. There is one God, call him/her what ever you want. Honor him/her in which ever way works for you. The people that fight over religion are the real lost souls. I bet we give God indigestion a lot. Killing in his name is simply the largest denial of him/her. We need to relax, allow each of us our beliefs ,to give peace to the believer. We need to stop judging others, we have no idea what God wants or wants us to think. We were given free will, or did we take free will and turn it into something negative? I try to live within my personal belief,And some day I will know and understand. I hope I am doing it right. Happy Sunday to all!
~tee 2011~
Rain rain what a pain. Mother nature is to blame, What is there to gain. Each day it is the same, Mow the lawn and mow it again
When the sun comes out, We are ready to shout, Then comes the dry , And as hard as we try, Mother nature listen to us, Make it rain without any fuss.
We are never happy The weather is crappy. We say one way or other , It is always a bother, Too dry too wet,too hot or too cold,
First of all my family and friends. There is nothing in this world that can replace them.What would I be without them? I look at the family of four generations and see that I did pretty good.They are all beautiful, bright positive additions to this world. There is sadness for those lost, but loving memories keep them near, wisdom as we age shows us that those that have passed are closer than we think. My home, I am queen of my castle. When you get older, the fear of having to leave it grows. So I am adapting mine so I would have to be very bad off to have to leave it. Telephone and computers make me happy because they are my avenue to the world. I get messages and calls from friends and family and of course get to share my unique views of the world each day. Posting my poems, pictures and thoughts are fulfilling. Getting out of bed each morning and enjoying each day the best I can. I love when the children or grand children call and ask me to research something for them, it means I am needed, doing my genealogy to satisfying. Yesterday I found three early generations of my children's paternal family. Keeping pictures around ,even if it is not decor correct, I love seeing the faces of my loved ones as I move through the rooms. Taking pictures of them at holidays and family gatherings are the best, or when they are playing and do not see me taking the pictures. This year I am lucky to be able to have a "garden", of course it is pots of veggies , herbs and flowers, but so satisfying to get dirt on my hands again. This old gardener/farmer misses what used to be, so even a few pots give me a door to happy quiet times digging in the dirt caring for the plants, then canning the hundreds of jars of food for my family. Crazy isn't it to miss hard work.
The whispers of night travel softly through the dark, The sound of the wind gently whispering through the trees, The whisper of prayer,please give me strength to endure, The night is long, when no one is there to whisper to you, The whispers of memories slipping through your mind, The comfort of peace with the whispers lulling you to sleep. ~tee~2011~
Mother nature knows, When the wind blows, When the water flows, When the farmer sows, When the plant grows.
~tee~
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
~tee2011~
Undeniable beauty of the day, Clouds floating across the sky, Wind rustling through the trees, Birds chirping, singing their songs, The fragrance of flowers sweetly strong, Sounds of life making its way, Across my senses, thankful I am here,