There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees–as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.”Ruth Ahmed
It is hard to let go of summer with its picnics and camping out.
You may have been busy with gardening or day trips that sought a new route.
I’ve thought about why we call weather changes a “season,” and the answers have come to me.
Like salt brings out flavor in a soup, the fall air adds spice in the trees.
We walk a little faster and the sky’s so blue it swallows us whole.
There is cider/pumpkin everything and we begin to set new goals.
Bringing out the cozy clothes is a new start for what it’s worth,
The falling leaves remind us that with death and loss can come rebirth.
The crisp, fresh taste of an apple or the smell of burning leaves,
Provide the seasoning needed to reach all that our hearts perceive.
- #life,#faith,#rhyming,#sun,#blue sky,#devotional,#what’s important
On a warm summer evening two weeks ago,
As it seemed the pandemic and illness continued to slow,
I watched people file into the park with their chairs,
Eager for music and mingling and return of the fairs.
But even then lurking around the hedges,
Was the threat of variants as Dr. Fauci alleges.
We need to reach a higher percent to insure there’ll be no spike.
I am loving the warm weather. Will be
posting more often for the summer. There’s so much to appreciate–like sunrises, sunsets, and flowers and lakes….
Tell everyone to vaccinate and tell COVID to take a hike. #health#science#comments and verse#poetry
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you or forsake you. (Deuteronomy 31:6)
It seems each day we’ve more to fear,
A pandemic and an election year.
Sick of masking, washing, and being apart,
We want to hug friends-because it’s good for the heart
Kids study at home virtually and dad office is the spare bedroom,
Yoga class is on TV and grandma’s learned to Zoom.
Life still advances whether we’re ready or not.
I remind myself God knows the battles I’ve fought.
The only way I calm myself when things are out of hand,
Is calling on my faith that God is still in command.
Not sitting back, but standing up where I can,
Letting worries drop and scatter like grains of sand.
I got up this morning and thought I looked fine,
Then I put in my contacs and saw the decline
Deep wrinkles and fine lines–though fewer of those,
After a deep sigh–I just put on my clothes.
What else can you do, when we’re all stuck inside,
But pray for each other until this subsides.
Check on your neighbor by phone or by text,
None of us know what is happening next.
The days loom before us–a deep dark abyss,
I keep remembering how I once longed for this.
To have no reason to rise and rush out,
Just to love and help each other–that’s what it’s all about.