My Mother's advice experianced

My mother would use the well time worn advice tid-bits such as 'do not cry over spilt milk', 'early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise' as well as 'haste makes waste' this last one I experianced while hurrying to work and rushing to gas up my car...had gas spill down my pant leg and as it was 25 miles home I had to stop at Wall Mart to purchase a new pair of pants (which I really did not need) so as not to stink out myself and co-workers.
Of course I had to put the experiance in verse...

“Haste makes waste” my Mother said

Hurry to fill glass with a drink…

End up having to wipe down the counter

 

“Haste makes waste” my Mother preached

Quickly putting dishes in the sink…

End up with glass broken, totally shattered

“Haste makes waste” my Mother sighed

Rushing filling the car with gas…

 End up purchasing new fresh smelling clothes

“Haste makes waste” my Mother relayed

 Good advice for a young lass

 Ends up remembering, and it sometime shows

 Tic 2012

Lesson learned - alway listen to your Mother's advice even if it is a cliche or you may be learning the lesson in a more painful way.

Request for 'name' poems

Well in this morning's post I mentioned my sister making a request for a poem for her study classes...I have also recently had a request to write a couple of poems using the full name with meanings about two young men...the request was made by the mother on Mark - the first poem -  who's best friend in Bryan of whom the second poem is...

Mark: warlike, hammer, defender

David: beloved

Berry: fortified dwelling

Mark, warlike what battles do you fight?

As a soldier of Christ – the one for truth and right

Mark, the Hammer, weapon, tool, for God’s purpose

Seeking His direction, deliverance from sin’s curse

Mark, the Defender of the simple truths you hold within

Of family and friends – within your heart not forsaken

 

David, beloved, named after the loved king and son

Though you are the first and he the youngest one

 

David, the uniquely special one, the ruddy of head

Your kindness, compassion have held you in good stead

David, song and music continually in your heart and mind

So much like David of old – best selling composer of all time

 

Berry, fortified dwelling, holding emotions deep in your soul

Seeking, protecting, achieving your most inner goals

 

Berry, the stronghold of great love and compassion

Continue your life walk following Christ in your fashion

Tic 2012

Bryan: Noble, strong, virtuous, hill

Camarillo: Name given to the advisors of the royal court.

Latin in origin – Cama = chamber, room or court;          

Rillo = regal or royal

Noble outlook, a positive approach to daily events

Noble attitude to help console and lift up your friends

Strong hope and faith – trust completely in the heavenly King

Strong voice to speak, to discourse, and of truth you do sing

Virtuous and kind and helpful when dealing with all others

Virtuous smile that brightens the day of sisters and brothers

You proclaim loud your beliefs; shine them forth from the hills

Yet you enjoy a quite time when the daily rush has been stilled

Though a descendant from advisors to the lofty and noble

You follow the divine Royal – to His way – responsible

Bryan you are a noble, strong and virtuous one

Camarillo - a wise, cherished, beloved son

Tic ‘2012

I have the feeling she may ask me to do a few more of these - Yikes!

past due Mary and Martha poem

It has been awhile for my inspirations for posting on this blog...I have been writing and experiancing many things since my last posting. One of those was a Sisters Study day given by my bio-sis. on 'Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World'. She had given these classes at a weekend on the west coast and at that time had asked me to write a poem on the subject. Here is what I wrote...

We often let the cares of life

The work, the stress, fill our minds

Though our hearts may be right

For prayer and study there is no time

We get so filled up doing this and that

We forget to stop and listen – as Mary sat

We will be doing the Martha work

The caring for others, just being kind

That of the necessary we lose sight

Finding our spiritual lives in a bind

So stop going out doing this and that

Sit down to pray and listen – as Mary sat

 

When we put the word first in every task

The stress of the work is left behind

Our worries will be left in the past

The time to do all we will find

No longer wandering doing this and that

With joy, praying and listening – as Mary sat

Tic ‘2008

Had to retype this into my collection - somehow it never made it there!!!

reflextions on the loss of loved ones

This last Friday I attended a funeral for a beloved father of three members of my church...How they morned and felt so lost - working through dealing with the relization that they would not be seeing their father again until the return of Christ and the ressurection and setting up on God's Kingdom here on earth. Having lost a beloved brother, mother and father, I can understand their grief and feelings of utter loss mingled with the comforting knowledge that the next waking moment for their loved one with be at the ressurection - the hope that we all look forward too. Here are some poems that express that love and hope...

PARENT & CHILD

 

You are a gift from above

In your arms I feel completely loved

From your lips come truths I had forgot

I understand life from the things you have taught

You give me hope, strength to face the next day

You correct my mistakes showing me the right way

Everyday I rejoice to watch your life unfold

You are the one who gave me a life to hold

Tic ‘2001

Dearest Daddy of them all

You have always been there strong and tall

In you Papa I have the utmost faith

That you will remind me to stay on the narrow and straight

Your knowledge of history, parenthood and the English tongue

You have instilled in me when each day is done

You show me a temperance to be not like the others

Also with patience and Godliness from all hurt I can recover

You, Papa have taught me so much of kindness and love

You are a blessing for me from our Father above

So in conclusion all I can say

You are my Papa; I would not have it any other way

Tic ‘2001

Not as I will but as thou wilt

Not as I see but as thou reveal

Not as I hear but as thou speak

Not as I understand only with thy knowledge

Not as I live now only with thy grace

But in resurrection glorifying thy face

Tic '97

How do we each begin our days

In ignorance, in total darkness

Or do we wake to the light of the way

How do we observe Christ’s sacrifice

In perfect faith, in loving hope

He who died to give us life

How do we remember the empty tomb

In celebration, with complete trust

His return we wait for soon

How do we see the resurrection

In future hope, with joy we see

The Kingdom come – it fill our vision

Tic ‘2009

Who has reached out and touched our lives

Made us stop to question, why?

How have we touched the lives of others

Our loving sisters and caring brothers?

Who did show us from the world to be separate

So we were no longer desolate?

Are we living lives that are an example

Showing how the Truth is completely ample

Foreign leaders of old were moved to worship

The God who gat them kingship

They learned the God rules in the kingdom of men

To fulfill His purpose now and then

We must stand up for the truth of the Word

But in a manner that will be heard

Always with positive, humble communication

Showing others the way to salvation

Christ was the best at touching all

Opening ears and hearts to the call

He continues to touch us in this present day

The best example to follow the Way

So we must follow always to do God’s will

Strengthening others to be strong still

Tic ‘2009

my contribution to life's little sayings

In a previous post I discussed the profoundness of the Hiku. Well the Asians also liked to expound little life proverbs (other culturs as well). So from the maze of my thinking, feeling and general crazy outlook on the world here are some of my life proverbs/little sayings....

What is a book?

A book is purely a view of life

Tic ‘78

God’s gifts to us are all around,

In nature’s sights and nature’s sounds.

Tic ‘81

Joy is not something that just happens,

One has to take the time to create it.

Tic ‘82

All I touch and all I see

Is only part of what God gives to me!

Tic ‘83

A drop of sunshine

Lets the smiles come through

Tic ‘84

One should be sure

To keep thoughts pure

Tic ‘84

Feelings have seen

What might have been

Tic ‘84

Kind little thoughts

Can bring big happy smiles

Tic ‘84

Listen to what God says

In the events of each day

Tic ‘84

A day is what you make of it

If you stand or if you sit

Tic ‘84

Oh what a day!

What more can I say?

Tic ‘85

Days away

Will come death

Let us pray

That we will find rest

Tic ‘86

Come to the end

Don’t follow the trend

Let pride unbend

With the truth blend

Tic ‘86

That is the way I feel

I certainly cannot be real!

Tic ‘86

Go away – thoughts

Do not stray – mind

Tic ‘87

Life is a question being answered

Tic ‘91

I guess my life views became a little more wordy in the last ten years - maybe I need to meditate just a little more....

Contemplating the New Year

Wow already 2012 - have to remember to put that at the end of my scribblings for this year! Well I stated the year off with a little downer of contemplation, I think the poem itself explains a lot if not all as to how my muddled mind works - enjoy

Contemplating

Contemplating the day of extreme slowness

Fighting off sense of overwhelming sadness

Emotions are swinging to the left and then right

Feel the need for hugging, then to start a fight

 

Thinking I am extremely board or going crazy

Maybe making up excuses for being very lazy

 New Year has started; need to be making a change

 Different attitude, stop being insanely strange

 Tic 2012

A Morning Most Would Rather Forget

It was one of the coldest mornings we have had so far. The wind was blowing just making it feel that much colder. I get up and leave the house before the sun rises and so had to start the car and scrape all the ice of the car windows in the dark - time consuming but then the car is toasty warm when I get back into it...Ah! But this time I sit in the drivers seat, look at the dashboard counsel and see the 'tire light' on...Wind up the flashlight...well I'll let this poem I wrote about the morning explain...

My Morning 12/06/11

Out the door in the early morn

Slip and slide down the icy stairs

Outside kitty is looking so forlorn

Amble out to the car with great care

 

Start the engine, turn on the heat

Mittens on to keep hands cozy

Scrape the ice left by the sleet

Settle in, tire pressure light, opsy daisy!

 

Wound the flashlight up to see

That the front tire is very flat

Oh no! Disbelieve, ‘how can this be?’

Back to the house past the sad cat

 

E-mail work – ‘going to be late’

Pass the time until daylight

Wind makes outside a miserable state

Air the tire – at Firestone things made right

Tic ‘2011 

So instead of forgetting this morning, I have immortalized it into poetry