Monday 30 March 2015

Fine Tuning

Oct 15, 2013
Fine Tuning

Fine tuning and fine tuning,
Only to find its all made of sand.
A lifetime’s work turned to dust,
All in a moment’s breath.

What is humanity to the Hand of God?
The tides turn, pitch and roll.
We scurry like ants as the sun
            And moon go round.
All to find and gather the things
            We most desire.
As they scatter like ashes in the wind.
Leaving loved ones tender moments
For labour in hopes of earning more.

But all that glitters is not gold,
Fire destroys, wind blows down
And plagues strike.
The most precious things,
The time with those that matter
Will be what is missed most
When the hourglass runs empty.
For autumn leaves fall
And winter comes for all.
No one knows the number of breaths
They will draw.

Store up the golden moments,
Hold your child’s hand.  Hug them tightly,
For they will grow and one day soon away
True treasures worth is to raise them right.


Wandering

June 10 2006  

Broken, but sombrely beautiful.
Breeze blowing through
Dark corners, mysterious unknown.
Hope hiding somewhere.
Fluttering leaves, shaken but standing firm.
Roots deep down in the secret place,
Heart broken and mended over and over again.
Love comes in and washes the dirt away.
Life starts again.
Routine restored, then broken,
Valleys and hills, He is there for all.
Waves wash away the sandcastle,
Rebuild on the rock.
Constant flow and ebb,
Time and time again, Eternal One,
God never changes.
Nothing else is stable.
Nothing else is permanent.
Hope helps me rise again.
All on my way home,
The narrow road is not easy.
My Guide is surefooted, but I am not.
I trip.  I fall.  I stand up.
I trip.  I fall.  I stand up.

I should stay in his footsteps.

He was waist deep in….

Writing Club
August 27, 2013

I don't know where this idea came from, maybe from watching an episode of "Swamp People", and I usually run with what ever pops into my head due to time constraints.

The prompt we got was: He was waist deep in….Only to find himself…..   I think we were given 10 minutes.

He was waist deep in pond scum and who knew what else, only to find himself staring down the biggest gator he had seen in his life.  Tom froze.  He wished he could disappear.  Maybe if he was lucky the alligator hadn’t noticed him yet.  Not likely.  The beast’s yellow eyes were fixed on him in a staring contest that Tom knew would end badly for him.  'You’re lunch, buddy,' raced through his head.
Why couldn’t he have chose a better spot to propose?  But then again Janet was a reptile fanatic and her daddy, Saul, owned the gator farm.  When Tom came by to ask for the old man’s blessing on his Sallyanne’s hand in matrimony, he should have known something was up.  The old coot had agreed readily, as long as he popped the question at the family reunion in front of the ‘gater’ tank.  
            Just as pulled out the ring to kneel down before his Sallyanne on the airboat, Saul revved the engine.  The boat lurched forward and Tom went head over heels into the brink along with the ring.
            From behind him, Saul hollered, “git em ol Samson!”
A scream rose up from Sallyanne’s throat that could break glass, followed by the biggest boom of a shotgun blast.   A mortified Tom met a wall of water rushing forward.  He braced to be bitten.  And then it was over.
He opened his eyes to see all 18 feet of the yellowbellied lizard floating behind the boat. 
“it’s a big un, eh Samson, he’make a good penny fur hiz hide.”  Saul tipped his straw hat to the hillbilly in a second boat.  The man slung his shotgun over his shoulder with a toothy grinned salute.  Reaching a hand to Tom, Saul hauled him out of the water and followed by a hearty handshake and a slap on the back. 
"Well boy, welcome to the family!"




Thursday 12 March 2015

Sadness

Sadness
July 11 2013

Oh sun, will not thee
            Shine down upon my head
                        Shine some light upon
                                    My darkened stead.

For the road is long and I grow weary
            The horizon vast and overcast
                        And in its wake,
I feel dreary.