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Try to be civil in the face of incivility. This is a test.
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May 13th, 2012, 08:19 AM
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Originally Posted by Town Heretic
I don't know their names these
birds at my window singing
joyful these
comforting, familiar strangers
Waking up to bird songs is a lovely way to start the day!
Then coffee with a quick glance at TOL
and check on the progress of my flowers
Then one by one my kids call me
talk to my sister
Breakfast
Tend to the needs of the day.
Waking up to bird songs is a lovely way to start the day!
Then coffee with a quick glance at TOL
and check on the progress of my flowers
Then one by one my kids call me
talk to my sister
Breakfast
Tend to the needs of the day.
As you can see that poem of sorts has already changed again...I think I mean for the thread to be relatively short, possibly poetic observations of moments in our daily lives.
In fact, now I'm sure of it and I'll go back to the OP, all of a couple of posts ago. Thanks for helping me crystallize my aim. Rep in transit.
Playing hopscotch with my niece. Trying to get my nephew to see the airplane in the sky that he can hear. Seeing his eyes light up when he finally spots it.
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"Clichés are the bane of educated mankind."
-P.C. Cast
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May 13th, 2012, 05:39 PM
Rocking out at a Styx/REO Speedwagon/Ted Nugent concert on Friday night, then feeling inspired to perform one of Styx's more inspirational songs with my wife in church this morning.
“In many ways the evidence of our faith is found in our ability to control our tongue (or our keyboard)."
-Adam Hamilton, Seeing Gray in a World of Black and White
Remembering the truth about myself
Like a Mississippi thunderstorm
Is Sudden and powerful
Eucharist [thanksgiving] is the state of the perfect man. Eucharist is the life of paradise. Eucharist is the only full and real response of man to God's creation, redemption, and gift of heaven. - Alexander Schemann
Walking out of the sunshine into a tunnel which turned out to be long, oh so long , stretching to 8 lanes of trafffic overhead. The path in the tunnel was narrow besides the Thames and NO RAIL.
Soon it became inky black so that I could not see my hand in front of my face, it was one of a few times I have been terrified. I felt my way along the tunnel wall longing to run with all my might to get out but was so afraid I took dolly steps instead....oh it was long tunnel.
It seemed an age before a tiny pinhole of light appeared far, far ahead. As I got closer the light became larger and I was able to go faster and faster until I was giving full vent to the panic I was in and was running headlong to get out of that dreadful place.
When I emerged back into the sunshine, there was a commotion in the tall grass against the wall and I went to investigate, lo it was a blackbird fledgeling, still sticky and obviously he had come to grief against the wall on his first flight, he was too concerned preening himself to notice me but yoweech I loved him and stretched out my hand to pick him up....' course he saw me and with a shrill was off, up and away over the river.
Now God spoke to me "just as you saw all that surrounded the blackbird so God sees everything that concerns you, nothing can come into your life unless I have permitted it. the love you felt was like My love...but how would you react if your eyes were opened and you saw God as He is?"
Going into the workshop in the morning, with a project half finished and waiting for me on the table. The smell of the wood dust and the pleasure of thinking through the next steps of the process. The glow of the propane heater as it takes the edge off the coolness of the morning air.
A mind with hands and a purpose, would be a terrible thing to waste.
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Try to be civil in the face of incivility. This is a test.
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May 14th, 2012, 10:43 AM
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Originally Posted by PureX
Going into the workshop in the morning, with a project half finished and waiting for me on the table. The smell of the wood dust and the pleasure of thinking through the next steps of the process. The glow of the propane heater as it takes the edge off the coolness of the morning air.
A mind with hands and a purpose, would be a terrible thing to waste.
On the eastern trellis
I plant morning glories
in honor of my grandmother.
The soft, warm sound of a late Spring Mississippi evening
The thick, rhythmic clunk of a walking stick on pavement
The sound of a little girl when she says,
"Daddy, you're my hero."
Eucharist [thanksgiving] is the state of the perfect man. Eucharist is the life of paradise. Eucharist is the only full and real response of man to God's creation, redemption, and gift of heaven. - Alexander Schemann
Still waters run deep...
Still water is smooth as glass,
Still water won't tell what the deep water knows.
Something like that? I think it something I remembered from long ago.
.....O LORD my God, in You I put my trust. Psalm 7:1
.....To You, O LORD, I lift up my soul. Psalm 25:1
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. ~ Leo Buscaglia
Last edited by Psalmist; May 15th, 2012 at 05:14 AM.
The occasional ring of aluminum
Making solid contact
Little boys playing in the grass
Hats and gloves and sweat and smiles
Coach pitch baseball at its best
Eucharist [thanksgiving] is the state of the perfect man. Eucharist is the life of paradise. Eucharist is the only full and real response of man to God's creation, redemption, and gift of heaven. - Alexander Schemann
May 13th, 2012, 08:19 AM
Thanks for helping me crystallize my aim. Rep in transit. 
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