September 10,2010

For some reason this post keeps gravitating to the top of the blog. I have been back from my writer's block for a good while now, though you would not know it from this! ;) So, I thought I would add abit here, as the date is close if not the year, and perhaps the codes that be will get all the others straightened out! Here's hoping!

Hello, blog world. I am back from my hiatus. It is an odd day to log back on -- September 10, the day before. Before. Nine years tomorrow. But we are still here, such as we are -- a little bent and wrinkled, worn down by internecine struggles, naivete exposed. People finding 15 minutes of fame with blusters over to burn or not to burn, to secede or not to secede. It is a different landscape we face, this new reality with tales of burkas and bail-outs, of tea bags and fatahs.

But we are still here, this good-at-heart America, trying to find our way. Seeing through a glass darkly, fighting over who holds the telescope and whether union labor made the lens, but we are still here -- waiting now for September 12 when we can breathe and say, "Whew."

No, we still do not really understand the why nor do we really believe in the adjusted world template. We lean on social networks and away from politicians; we lean on the Internet and away from the main stream media. We lean toward center -- toward each other, forever embedded with the internalized fact that whatever our divisions and whatever crisscrossed swords and spaces the normative world puts between us, we shared September 11, 2001 -- together as one, united. We Stood. We stand. America.

Annointing the Days

God inhales. I feel it; the blind reaction of humanity builds. I await the exhale and the resultant babel. What breath is on the wind? What tides will turn and tables topple? As above so the mirror from below reflects again distortion -- partial prisms: Ganglia twist the view and break the brilliance of lanterened time. Traces of truth, trailing love throw light inside Plato's cave. But here we sit wearing darkened lenses inside our intersected nows, alternating our shadowed views -- sharing pictographed realities. God inhales. The Alpha and the Omega images. The Comforter spreads incense essence. Humanity is lit. Time and Nature obey. There will be an exhale. So be it.

Turn

The sky, timeless and tireless, finds a slanted ray and my New England edges toward burnt umber and cinnamoned orange. The day lilies yawn. Butterflys and dragonflys laze, suckling swaddled nectar. Vigor fills the night air as mums awaken, brisk -- bounty unfurling. A soft haze falls into the day; sky-lit gold shimmers into gloaming as rolls of hay dot the fields and bands play last hurrahs at Hopkinton Fair. The vines, pumpkin filled, surround the sounds of sheep and hawkers. Labor Day, school has started, wood stacked for the burning. Brass kettles ready. New England waits for the crimson edges as summer leaves: Turn.

Herein lies the tail -- quite literally!

The last time I saw Timothy he was making about sixty mph, racing us to the cellar door. He won. What can I say? We leave the kitchen door to the deck open while we barbecue. We first noticed that we had a guest when something bigger than an ordinary spider ran beside Mark and skittered into some remote invisible niche. A frantic hunt insued, with me sighting the mouse under the dining table; he looked to be pausing to turn, and right then he split for the fireplace and the wood box. I screamed, Bob and Mark came running and carried (it's a big copper pot instead of a box)container, wood and all outside. We left it there overnight and thought we had solved the problem. Next came the garbage compactor incident. It no longer works. There has been a Timothy sighting behind and in it. We think he either has a top part jammed or he chewed through the wires. What to do. No poison here with the grandkids and Sugar around, so that was out. Then we sort of got used to having a little guest. I named him Timothy because the grandkids used to love a movie with a main character of that name. It just made the little rascal more personal, more individual, more -- tender. So, just awhile ago I went into one of my drawers for some napkins and to my surprise, there lay about 6 of Sugar's dry food pellets, or whatever you call them. A closer look and I noticed my measuring cup was filled also, as was half of a basket toward the back of the drawer that we use for miscellaneous gadgets. I thought Sugar was alot more hungry lately! Bob is expounding on how he can build Timothy a little house. I told him Timothy already has a house! I just hope he doesn't go looking for a Mrs. Timothy!!!

Today

Let your light so shine

  May your eyes shine today
     with peace that passes
     your worried planning,
    your fears for tomorrow,
    your hopes for the future --

      passing your deepest
          understanding.

May your footsteps be sure and joyful --
   your heart carrying no load
  but the singing of love's song.

May tears and sorrow flee from you --
your enemies finding softened hearts
         a renewal of trust,
        outstretched hands,
     a palm to palm re-awakening.

     In your deepest place of secrets,
whatever the shadow that makes you wince
                and cry
       by yourself, to yourself,
              'How could I?'

        Turn to Jesus and listen:
     
   He said, “I am the way, and the truth,
 and the life. No one comes to the Father
         except through me.

Then spoke Jesus again unto them, saying
       I am the light of the world: 
           He that follows me
 shall not walk in darkness, but shall have
             the light of life.

      May you forgive yourself
      as Christ forgave Peter.
      He will also forgive you.
   May you abide in the grace
 and the love of our Lord forever.

Sighting the Real Enemy

God inhales. Can you feel it? Here it comes, the exhale with our resultant babel. What breath, what story is on the wind? What tides will turn and tables spin or topple? As above, we try to follow, but time's mirror reflects fevered distortion -- partial prisms colliding: Ganglia twist the view -- break the brilliance of lanterned time. Traces of truth, trailing love, throw light on shadows. But here we sit with darkened lenses -- intersecting nows -- sharing pictographed realities. God inhales. The Alpha and the Omega images. The Comforter spreads incense and essence. Humanity is lit. Time and Nature obey. There will be an exhale. So be it,

Mankind's history starts at the end -- really only the beginning: Rev 1:8 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, says the Lord God, He Who is and Who was and Who is to come, the Almighty (the Ruler of all).

1.In the beginning God (prepared, formed, fashioned, and) created the heavens and the earth...26 God said, Let Us [Father, Son, and Holy Spirit] make mankind in Our image...'27 '...male and female He created them. 28 And God blessed them and said to them, Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it...'

2:8 8 Then the Lord God planted a garden in Eden in the east, and there he placed the man he had made. 9 The Lord God made all sorts of trees grow up from the ground—trees that were beautiful and that produced delicious fruit. In the middle of the garden he placed the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

But there was a serpent in the garden. Oh, so beautiful he was, the Father of lies,

chief of charlatans, con artists and fallen angels -- Lucifer sat coiled with death in his eyes. he slithered a temptation, wrapping hooded eyes around the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Poison tendrils of pride, desire and confusion were hissed into rebellion -- weaving themselves into the ages of man, the tangled snarls broke the circled hearts and Humanity fell into Time--
 into beginning and ending, life and death. How the angels must have cried! The snake had claimed creation's penitence for time and a time -- dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

But: Rev 12:7 7 Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, 8 but he was defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. 9 And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan,the deceiver of the whole world—he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him. 

10 And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come... 11 And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb... 12 Therefore, rejoice, O heavens and you who dwell in them! But woe to you, O earth and sea, for the devil has come down to you in great wrath, because he knows that his time is short!”

Rev 1:7 Behold, He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him, even those who pierced Him; and all the tribes of the earth shall gaze upon Him and beat their breasts and mourn and lament over Him. Even so [must it be]. Amen (so be it).

Matthew 24:35 Sky and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away.

36 But of that [exact] day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 37 As were the days of Noah, so will be the coming of the Son of Man...40 At that time two men will be in the field; one will be taken and one will be left.'

...21 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the old heaven and the old earth had disappeared. And the sea was also gone. 2 And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven like a bride beautifully dressed for her husband...

3 ...“Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people... 4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”

5 And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!...” 6 And he also said, “It is finished! I am the Alpha and the Omega—the Beginning and the End. To all who are thirsty I will give freely from the springs of the water of life. 7 All who are victorious will inherit all these blessings, and I will be their God, and they will be my children.'

These Precious Days

Noise and clatter: Webkins and Playstation. Time is spun with the Wheels of Fortune accompanied by water colored bulletin boards, sporting dragonflies and our happy face stick figure family -- sand drawings and playdough elves painted red and green. A mishmash of joy with a ring of hearts, scored and hung on the refrigerator, turns the wheel: We play. "I win! I win!" ..."Na-na-na-na boo-boo!" Miranda paints; Tessa pours the hourglass sand; Julia reads. Mark laughs. Sugar wags her puppydog tail and chases a merriment of balls. God is good.