Poetry Sunday~ Tree of Life

 Tree of Life

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In the vision of my eyes,

I see the world in a disguise

playing with the human emotion

like a child without a notion.

I scan the open field of dreams

everything clearer than it seems.

Wandering round in an enlightened state,

hoping my words don’t come to late.

Can you feel the life of you

within the world of confusion too?

Upon the doorway of mystical bliss

there is a lot I feel I miss.

The trees they prosper with each season,

some are wounded with good reason.

Getting stronger from each storm

within each branch about to form.

Life it takes us for a spin;

seasons strengthen us to win.

This world is one we all must commune

lets play our lives in an angelic tune.

Sin will compromise our feat

sacrifice is our only mete.

When we serve the One who is True,

the tree of life will flow through you.

The Light Show

1 Kings 6: 4 And for the house he made windows of narrow lights.

It happened on Saturday, the 26th of November. I was allotted the time of rest on the 25th, and I knew, I just knew I had two eager kids who wanted the tree to be assembled and lights and bulbs adorning the limbs. Did I just say kids? Plural? Well I meant, my man and my son. How bad of me.

Anywho, I woke up, not feeling able to do anything and I just prayed, “Please God, give me the strength to get this day moving along and allow the light show to be embraced by my family and I. Please! Please! Please?” So after movement began in the house, stirring was a welcomed sound, thus I began.

I dusted the furniture, began humming Christmas tunes, (that was to signify that we might get moving.) Steven looked at me as if to say, “You okay?” And my returned gaze said, “No, but we’re getting this done!” I told them of the plan (not that it was going to go off without a hitch) but they were on my team, so it was a win win for me. Christmas music playing, we started.

Adam descended the stairs and began bringing up, piece by piece, the Christmas ornaments. For every step he took up, he carried down a nic-nac or something that would be put away until after Christmas. Huffing and puffing,  and puffing and huffing, the Christmas ornaments adorned the shelves, the manger stood firm with the lil people in their places and pardon the pundit here, it was ‘beginning to look a lot like Christmas... every where we turned’ !!!

Adam took a break, I made some sandwiches, stopped to sit on the heating pad after popping some ibuprofen, then it was back to the assembly line we went. Adam was bringing the tree up. It weighs more than 50 lbs of awkward dead weight, so limb by limb it was carried up the steps, until the huge box was able to be carried up.

Steven and I were on this end, waiting in the living room and assembling the tree, while Adam, the lil trooper, kept going and going. After the tree was upstairs, he carried up the lights and bulbs, and was still at this time carrying stuff down the dreaded steps. And all he asked for was...a Pepsi! I said “YES!” and on he went lugging this and that, traipsing here and there, then finally, the first set of lights were now on the tree.

Steven and I were wearing thin, my back aching, my legs useless as I sat on the floor as a referee. Adam took over for the second and third pair of lights and now it was ornament time. I sat in the desk chair hanging ones at eye level, and Steven and Adam were moving around the tree and bringing it to completion!

More trips to the basement for Adam after we cleaned up any remaining mess, and the light show was a hit!!!

Then I had to find the energy to make supper... I did; afterward, we all collapsed. I on my sofa and him in his cap, Adam settled down, for a long nights nap!!!


Hark the herald Angels sing...Glory to the newborn king.

Thank you Dear Lord for prayers answered!

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Pss.136: 7 To him that made great lights: for his mercy endureth for ever:

Poetry Sunday ~ The Tree of Life

Gen. 1: 20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
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Tree of Life

In the vision of my eyes,
I see the world in a disguise
playing with the human emotion
like a child without a notion.

I scan the open field of dreams
everything clearer than it seems.
Wandering round in an enlightened state,
hoping my words don’t come to late.

Can you feel the life of you
within the world of confusion too?
Upon the doorway of mystical bliss
there is a lot I feel I miss.

The trees they prosper with each season,
some are wounded with good reason.
Getting stronger from each storm
within each branch about to form.

Life it takes us for a spin;
seasons strengthen us to win.
This world is one we all must commune
lets play our lives in an angelic tune.

Sin will compromise our feat
sacrifice is our only mete.
When we serve the One who is True,
the tree of life will flow through you.

Tree of Life
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In the vision of my eyes,
I see the world in a disguise
playing with the human emotion
like a child without a notion.

I scan the open field of dreams
everything clearer than it seems.
Wandering round in an enlightened state,
hoping my words don’t come to late.

Can you feel the life of you
within the world of confusion too?
Upon the doorway of mystical bliss
there is a lot I feel I miss.

The trees they prosper with each season,
some are wounded with good reason.
Getting stronger from each storm
within each branch about to form.

Life it takes us for a spin;
seasons strengthen us to win.
This world is one we all must commune
lets play our lives in an angelic tune.

Sin will compromise our feat
sacrifice our only mete.
When we serve the One who is True,
the tree of life will flow through you.

Pen and Paper

I was going to write my blog for today but you know, when you have a man and a son all vying for the computer at the same time, the writer in the house has a sudden inspiration, you kind of get sidetracked, give up the computer and move into a room with a pencil and paper.

We don’t push and shove one another off the computer; we try and show mere respect for one another. But by the time I’m ‘respected’ I’ve lost the inspiration that I initially had.

In this day and age with the computers at the hubbub of the writing world, it seems that the pen and paper has lost its luster. Snail mail is a term for your submissions to be sent via mail! Can you imagine, even the post office is considered obsolete these days. You do need to send mail don’t you?

I think of the men/women who penned lengthy novels all on paper. The determination and perseverance they must have had. No internal editor; no worrying if they spelled right; they just wrote! They never had a spell checker, they had editor’s. The days of pen and paper are gone, drifting off in some billowy cloud of smoke where I can’t seem to find it through the mire.

With my pen and paper, I can find a quiet spot, either inside or out, and write my to my hearts content. Sure my hand gets blisters, they also feel arthritic, but I persevere and move on like the writers of the past. I never did like losing sight of all that history has given to us. Now I need to regroup, take it all in and soar with my pen and paper.

Uh oh...I feel that inspiration churning. I better get outside under my shade tree and relish the morning sounds. With pen and paper in hand, I’m bound to get some writing done. No one will want to vie for THAT time. No one likes it under the tree but me and my critter friends scurrying about.

Remember, the pen and paper can be your best friends when you have a computer crash, a loss of Internet service, no connection to the outside world. You carry your notebook with you and when someone asks, “Hey, where you going?” You tell them, “I’m going to sit under the shade tree.” They’ll say, “Oh.” and think b-o-r-i-n-g!

But to you, it will be your meditative place to do what you love best and that my friends, is to WRITE!