Poems From A Spiritual Heart: Fourth of July When Life is Simple: *** An amusing Fourth of July poem that celebrates living.
Eating watermelon with gusto by Jonf729 @ flickr
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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Poems From A Spiritual Heart: Fourth of July When Life is Simple
Poems From A Spiritual Heart: Fourth of July When Life is Simple: *** An amusing Fourth of July poem that celebrates living.
Eating watermelon with gusto by Jonf729 @ flickr
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Man In Love
A true story of just how far a man will go to survive when he is in love during war time - a poem story about the struggle for love reunited.
A Man in Love
After our Thanksgiving Day meal my husband and I lounged on the couch sipping our after-dinner coffee.
Every Thanksgiving we talk, sometimes for hours, about touching stories we heard that year.
This is a true story that took place more than 60 years ago in the World War Two generation.
It’s the universal story of a young soldier at war, yearning to get home to the woman he loves.
Oddly, as the story unfolded, I felt that finger-run up your spine sensation that happens when your spirit is awakened from its slumber.
The spiritual energy journeyed upward, warmed and flung open the doors of my heart, my eyes brimming with tears and a smile.
Then the energy rose up into my head in a burst of spreading light and settling calm.
In seconds I was intensely awake and aware, knowing to focus upon the story for it was important.
The young soldier was a lieutenant who had served in North Africa and Normandy.
It was here in Normandy he found himself alone on a hill, badly wounded by shrapnel.
He was separated from his unit. No one knew his location and no one could retrieve him under withering enemy fire if they did.
Charles knew he had to do something or he would die of his wounds in a matter of minutes.
He thought long and hard about his priorities in Life. Charles had not seen his wife in almost three years.
All he wanted to do was get home to make love to his wife. It was a simple decision that propelled him forward.
While the bullets flew above his head and near him he started crawling down that hill an inch at a time, bleeding profusely.
He kept the image of his wife’s face in his head, determined to make it home to her.
Charles wondered if he was going to survive this crawl downhill. Between the bullets and the blood he knew he needed immediate medical attention. He crawled on.
Finally, he made it to the bottom of the hill safely. He saw another soldier and begged him to help, asking him to call a medic.
The soldier replied, “No problem. I am a medic.” Charles was well relieved and thankful. The first person he meets at the bottom of the hill was a medic.
The medic tended to his wounds, stopped the bleeding and stabilized him for transport.
He asked the name of the Mexican-American medic because he didn’t want to forget the name of the man who saved his life.
The medic stuck out his hand to shake and said, “Oh, I’m Jesus, glad to meet you.”
Charles was startled, wondering if God had really heard his battlefield prayer and then thought maybe it was just coincidence.
Months passed while Charles was in the hospital recovering from his wounds.
The war was ending, he recovered well enough and was sent home.
Finally, he would see his wife’s face in person, no longer dependent upon her letters and a well worn photo he kept in his pocket to remember her beautiful face.
Charles traveled back to Texas where he and his wife were to meet. He promised to meet her at a special hotel.
When he arrived at the hotel lobby, Charles was surprised to see the place flooded with soldiers arriving back from the war just like him.
He tried to book a room but they were full; Charles was shocked he didn’t realize to plan ahead.
He sat down in the lobby trying to figure out what to do. He was shocked this reunion was not the beautiful meeting he had planned in his mind.
The reality of disappointing his wife overwhelmed him. He slumped into the lobby chair, frozen in disbelief.
He could not seem to lift his head, think straight or move his feet to action. Charles just sat there dumbfounded.
After all he went through to stay alive on the battlefield, heal in the hospital and travel here, he had not anticipated this.
As he was reflecting upon his dilemma and how to face his wife, a man approached him.
“I see you look troubled, soldier. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Charles came out of his battlefield reverie of what he had promised himself as he crawled down that hill to see a tall man, well dressed in an expensive business suit.
He wondered why the man was bothering to care about him but was touched at his concern.
Charles suddenly opened up and told the man his problem, something before this war he would have never done to a complete stranger.
The man nodded his head, said nothing, and turned to go over to the hotel desk.
The stranger returned to Charles, and said in a kind voice, “Don’t worry, soldier. It’s all been arranged. You deserve the best.”
Charles was startled, “What do you mean?”
The man smiled, handed him the room key, and walked away.
Charles was so shocked he barely mumbled his thanks as the man disappeared. He never did get his name.
While he was counting his good luck his mood began to lift. His wife walked into the lobby just ten minutes after the stranger left his side.
As he saw his wife approach he forgot all about everything. His dream was reality. He was finally reunited with his love. Suddenly everything felt right in the world again.
When he and his wife arrived at their room, Charles was surprised the man had given them not just a basic room but a spacious well-appointed suite.
Nine months to the day of their hotel reunion their first child was born.
Charles knew the birth of their child was his third blessing.
As Charles tells his story all these years later he is convinced that man was an angel, “And if he wasn’t a real angel, well, he sure was to me and my wife that day!”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 26 November 2009
Thanksgiving Day
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo by JustinLowery.com @ flickr
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The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
A Man in Love
After our Thanksgiving Day meal my husband and I lounged on the couch sipping our after-dinner coffee.
Every Thanksgiving we talk, sometimes for hours, about touching stories we heard that year.
This is a true story that took place more than 60 years ago in the World War Two generation.
It’s the universal story of a young soldier at war, yearning to get home to the woman he loves.
Oddly, as the story unfolded, I felt that finger-run up your spine sensation that happens when your spirit is awakened from its slumber.
The spiritual energy journeyed upward, warmed and flung open the doors of my heart, my eyes brimming with tears and a smile.
Then the energy rose up into my head in a burst of spreading light and settling calm.
In seconds I was intensely awake and aware, knowing to focus upon the story for it was important.
The young soldier was a lieutenant who had served in North Africa and Normandy.
It was here in Normandy he found himself alone on a hill, badly wounded by shrapnel.
He was separated from his unit. No one knew his location and no one could retrieve him under withering enemy fire if they did.
Charles knew he had to do something or he would die of his wounds in a matter of minutes.
He thought long and hard about his priorities in Life. Charles had not seen his wife in almost three years.
All he wanted to do was get home to make love to his wife. It was a simple decision that propelled him forward.
While the bullets flew above his head and near him he started crawling down that hill an inch at a time, bleeding profusely.
He kept the image of his wife’s face in his head, determined to make it home to her.
Charles wondered if he was going to survive this crawl downhill. Between the bullets and the blood he knew he needed immediate medical attention. He crawled on.
Finally, he made it to the bottom of the hill safely. He saw another soldier and begged him to help, asking him to call a medic.
The soldier replied, “No problem. I am a medic.” Charles was well relieved and thankful. The first person he meets at the bottom of the hill was a medic.
The medic tended to his wounds, stopped the bleeding and stabilized him for transport.
He asked the name of the Mexican-American medic because he didn’t want to forget the name of the man who saved his life.
The medic stuck out his hand to shake and said, “Oh, I’m Jesus, glad to meet you.”
Charles was startled, wondering if God had really heard his battlefield prayer and then thought maybe it was just coincidence.
Months passed while Charles was in the hospital recovering from his wounds.
The war was ending, he recovered well enough and was sent home.
Finally, he would see his wife’s face in person, no longer dependent upon her letters and a well worn photo he kept in his pocket to remember her beautiful face.
Charles traveled back to Texas where he and his wife were to meet. He promised to meet her at a special hotel.
When he arrived at the hotel lobby, Charles was surprised to see the place flooded with soldiers arriving back from the war just like him.
He tried to book a room but they were full; Charles was shocked he didn’t realize to plan ahead.
He sat down in the lobby trying to figure out what to do. He was shocked this reunion was not the beautiful meeting he had planned in his mind.
The reality of disappointing his wife overwhelmed him. He slumped into the lobby chair, frozen in disbelief.
He could not seem to lift his head, think straight or move his feet to action. Charles just sat there dumbfounded.
After all he went through to stay alive on the battlefield, heal in the hospital and travel here, he had not anticipated this.
As he was reflecting upon his dilemma and how to face his wife, a man approached him.
“I see you look troubled, soldier. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Charles came out of his battlefield reverie of what he had promised himself as he crawled down that hill to see a tall man, well dressed in an expensive business suit.
He wondered why the man was bothering to care about him but was touched at his concern.
Charles suddenly opened up and told the man his problem, something before this war he would have never done to a complete stranger.
The man nodded his head, said nothing, and turned to go over to the hotel desk.
The stranger returned to Charles, and said in a kind voice, “Don’t worry, soldier. It’s all been arranged. You deserve the best.”
Charles was startled, “What do you mean?”
The man smiled, handed him the room key, and walked away.
Charles was so shocked he barely mumbled his thanks as the man disappeared. He never did get his name.
While he was counting his good luck his mood began to lift. His wife walked into the lobby just ten minutes after the stranger left his side.
As he saw his wife approach he forgot all about everything. His dream was reality. He was finally reunited with his love. Suddenly everything felt right in the world again.
When he and his wife arrived at their room, Charles was surprised the man had given them not just a basic room but a spacious well-appointed suite.
Nine months to the day of their hotel reunion their first child was born.
Charles knew the birth of their child was his third blessing.
As Charles tells his story all these years later he is convinced that man was an angel, “And if he wasn’t a real angel, well, he sure was to me and my wife that day!”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 26 November 2009
Thanksgiving Day
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo by JustinLowery.com @ flickr
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The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Heart Remembers
Honoring the life of others as well as our own.
The Heart Remembers
once a year we remember
those who fell before us.
some fell before we were born
and we never knew them.
some fell in our life time
and we never knew them.
we hear their stories
from the news and family.
we learn about their lives
and how well and good they lived.
this day is often one of sadness,
causing us to pause and think
of what was and what could have been.
and now when I part from a loved one
I always say, “I love you” and
“I am always with you” because
you never know when they will fall
and not be remembered
except in my quiet heart...
Denny Lyon
Copyright 11 Nov 2010 - Veterans Day
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits
Don't Tear Love Apart photo by thompsonwood @ flickr
Couple in love photo by www.CourtneyCarmody.com @ flickr
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The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Best Spiritual Posts - my own best as well as links to other spiritual posts from all viewpoints
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
The Heart Remembers
once a year we remember
those who fell before us.
some fell before we were born
and we never knew them.
some fell in our life time
and we never knew them.
we hear their stories
from the news and family.
we learn about their lives
and how well and good they lived.
this day is often one of sadness,
causing us to pause and think
of what was and what could have been.
and now when I part from a loved one
I always say, “I love you” and
“I am always with you” because
you never know when they will fall
and not be remembered
except in my quiet heart...
Denny Lyon
Copyright 11 Nov 2010 - Veterans Day
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits
Don't Tear Love Apart photo by thompsonwood @ flickr
Couple in love photo by www.CourtneyCarmody.com @ flickr
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The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Best Spiritual Posts - my own best as well as links to other spiritual posts from all viewpoints
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Loving You
How Love heals, nurtures, comforts, and builds trust so a person can blossom into great strength, and, in turn, give to others in their time of need.
Loving You
When we first married you nurtured me back to trusting
You held me, comforted me and restored my confidence in others.
You helped me heal deep soul wounds so I could truly live again.
You were patient loving me when you were not a patient man.
You were obvious about loving when you were a shy introspective man.
You supported and encouraged though you had never known abuse.
Over the years we saw changes around us in the world and inside us.
We continued to laugh a lot and often; we kissed daily our morning hello.
When we parted for work, we blew kisses at each other and “I love you too.”
As I strengthened I became your anchor in the storms of Life, returning your Love.
Job loss was greeted as “So, who cares? We will carve out another."
Financial dips of income from one year to the next was met with “We will rebuild.”
When severe illness visited our doorstep we pulled together and survived.
When disappointments harangued us we swept them away with the wind.
No matter what came at us, we pulled together and solved the problem.
Best friends and lovers, wife and husband, we have built a life time.
We have more than memories after decades of partnership and marriage.
We fell in Love at first sight as two old souls who suddenly recognized each other.
We fell in Love, stayed in Love - even through disagreements and misunderstandings.
We live in Love with a deepening relationship worth more than anything we could want.
What we want, we have: loving you…
Denny Lyon
Copyright 19 November 2009
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
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The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Loving You
When we first married you nurtured me back to trusting
You held me, comforted me and restored my confidence in others.
You helped me heal deep soul wounds so I could truly live again.
You were patient loving me when you were not a patient man.
You were obvious about loving when you were a shy introspective man.
You supported and encouraged though you had never known abuse.
Over the years we saw changes around us in the world and inside us.
We continued to laugh a lot and often; we kissed daily our morning hello.
When we parted for work, we blew kisses at each other and “I love you too.”
As I strengthened I became your anchor in the storms of Life, returning your Love.
Job loss was greeted as “So, who cares? We will carve out another."
Financial dips of income from one year to the next was met with “We will rebuild.”
When severe illness visited our doorstep we pulled together and survived.
When disappointments harangued us we swept them away with the wind.
No matter what came at us, we pulled together and solved the problem.
Best friends and lovers, wife and husband, we have built a life time.
We have more than memories after decades of partnership and marriage.
We fell in Love at first sight as two old souls who suddenly recognized each other.
We fell in Love, stayed in Love - even through disagreements and misunderstandings.
We live in Love with a deepening relationship worth more than anything we could want.
What we want, we have: loving you…
Denny Lyon
Copyright 19 November 2009
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
*** THANKS for visiting, feel welcome to drop a comment or opinion, enjoy bookmarking this post on your favorite social site, a big shout out to awesome current subscribers – and if you are new to this blog, please subscribe in a reader or by email updates!
*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Friday, November 5, 2010
Poem From God
Even God has a sense of humor about how to handle repeated rejection. Take a look.
Poem From God
How many times have you lamented the experience of constant rejections in life?
How many times have you dreaded getting up in the morning to face more rejection?
Writers, artists, actors, sales and customer service people intimately know rejection.
So do the unemployed know rejection, especially those without jobs for months, years.
Do you ever sit down in an emotional puddle and roll in the misery of getting rejected?
“Who hasn’t?” would be a more accurate question. Everyone has visited the Pity Party.
People advise you to “Get over it!” but you can’t seem to pull yourself out of the dark pit.
Others tell you to quit being so sensitive but the hurt of rejection lingers with a stench.
You wonder to yourself how to deal effectively with the sting of repeated rejection?
It’s good to look at rejection from a completely different perspective: God’s.
How does the Creator of the Universe deal with repeated rejection? What’s His take?
God has a great sense of humor, for, after all, we are made in His Image, right?
One day I sat down to listen to what God had to say about dealing with rejection.
And God said, “Do you think I don’t know rejection? Every day I go to work.
“Half the people on this planet wake up refusing to have anything to do with Me.
“I go to work anyway. The song of Love calls to their hearts and I await their answer.”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 8 Oct 2010
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits - Flickr provides this new code that also links the photo back to the photographer's page when you click on the photo. Here are the page links too:
Discarded roses on the street photo by Todd Huffman @ flickr
The Deepest Pain - rejection words in the sand photo by juliejordanscott @ flickr
Heart in hand photo by __april @ flickr
Empty glass or full glass photo by Princess K8 @ flickr
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*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Best Spiritual Posts - my own best as well as links to other spiritual posts from all viewpoints
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Poem From God
How many times have you lamented the experience of constant rejections in life?
How many times have you dreaded getting up in the morning to face more rejection?
Writers, artists, actors, sales and customer service people intimately know rejection.
So do the unemployed know rejection, especially those without jobs for months, years.
Do you ever sit down in an emotional puddle and roll in the misery of getting rejected?
“Who hasn’t?” would be a more accurate question. Everyone has visited the Pity Party.
People advise you to “Get over it!” but you can’t seem to pull yourself out of the dark pit.
Others tell you to quit being so sensitive but the hurt of rejection lingers with a stench.
You wonder to yourself how to deal effectively with the sting of repeated rejection?
It’s good to look at rejection from a completely different perspective: God’s.
How does the Creator of the Universe deal with repeated rejection? What’s His take?
God has a great sense of humor, for, after all, we are made in His Image, right?
One day I sat down to listen to what God had to say about dealing with rejection.
And God said, “Do you think I don’t know rejection? Every day I go to work.
“Half the people on this planet wake up refusing to have anything to do with Me.
“I go to work anyway. The song of Love calls to their hearts and I await their answer.”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 8 Oct 2010
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits - Flickr provides this new code that also links the photo back to the photographer's page when you click on the photo. Here are the page links too:
Discarded roses on the street photo by Todd Huffman @ flickr
The Deepest Pain - rejection words in the sand photo by juliejordanscott @ flickr
Heart in hand photo by __april @ flickr
Empty glass or full glass photo by Princess K8 @ flickr
*** THANKS for visiting, feel welcome to drop a comment or opinion, enjoy bookmarking this post on your favorite social site, a big shout out to awesome current subscribers – and if you are new to this blog, please subscribe in a reader or by email updates!
*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Best Spiritual Posts - my own best as well as links to other spiritual posts from all viewpoints
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Friday, October 29, 2010
Waking The Day
When the day - and I - awaken, present in the moment.
Waking The Day
When I suddenly awakened from the long night’s hot summer sleep
The energizing scent of coffee brewing wafted around the corner.
I stumbled in the dark, bouncing off the doorway, fumbling for the kitchen lights.
I saw cats waiting eagerly at the back door, wide-eyed nocturnal keepers of the yard.
Measuring out fresh food into their three bowls, then wisely throwing open the door.
They looked up at me, measuring me more than their food, wondering how awake,
Hugging the doorway, quietly gliding through the opening instead of their usual burst.
The golden tiger cat squeaked his morning gossip of the neighborhood nightly report.
Steaming dark brown coffee breathed foggy swirls, spilling into the pristine mug.
The hot libation slid down my throat as it gave off its sweet Ethiopian perfume.
Drinking coffee before speaking plays first in the slumbering beginnings at my house.
Glancing at the cats, all lined in a row, they ate heartily as if miners just off a long shift.
I stepped out into the night to view the sparkling stars before they faded to the day.
The sky was astounding in its simple beauty; the love planet Venus the brightest smile.
How could anyone not smile in return when the planets seem to speak lovingly to us?
So many stars, so many messages written in the sky, our Universe speaks unceasingly.
Pouring another offering of coffee, I pulled up a chair on the porch to view the lake.
I could witness early morning on the water a thousand times, never to be disappointed.
Smoke rose on the water, little ghostly fingers walking forward on the mirrored surface.
Three mallard ducks emerged from the mist, swimming my way, dancing long strides.
teddy+at+flickr.jpg)
Huge prehistoric wings filled the air with a swooping sound and blanketed darkness.
A blue heron landed to fish his breakfast, blending into the smoky gray surrounding mist.
Soon a white egret flew in from the east, careful to move down to another fishing hole.
In the dim light a neighbor fished, sitting, pole in hand as his coffee scent filled the air.
Faint pink embers, the growing light, were filling the sky just above the rooftop horizon.
The blue heron stalked the shallows on his long legs, searching the moving warm waters.
A sudden splash, beak dove down, retrieving a huge fish he flung high on to the bank.
The egret caught small fishes, silver glints in the sunlight, tossed into the air, swallowed.
Two cups of coffee later it was time to check back in the house to rouse my husband.
Entering the room, he slumbered peacefully, his breath shallow; I knew he was awake.
The golden tiger cat pounced onto the bed and onto his chest, demanding attention.
His eyes closed, my husband smiled and knew he had not fooled either one of us.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 17 Sept 2010
All Rights Reserved
*** For the spiritual symbolism explained see:
A Healing Spiritual Poem: Waking The Day
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits
Steaming coffee in white cup photo by Kvasov Andrey @ flickr
Pink embers sunrise photo by Indy Kethdy @ flickr
Two great white egrets photo by flythebirdpath~} teddy @ flickr
The night sky photo by James Jordan @ flickr (combination of two photos)
Smoke on the water photo by flamesworddragon @ flickr
Ducks swimming under full moon photo by joiseyshowaa @ flickr
Fairy tale moon photo by davedehetre @ flickr
Golden cat in shadow photo by 1 suisse @ flickr
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*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets - news, politics
The Soul Calendar - science, astronomy, psychology
Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Waking The Day
When I suddenly awakened from the long night’s hot summer sleep
The energizing scent of coffee brewing wafted around the corner.
I stumbled in the dark, bouncing off the doorway, fumbling for the kitchen lights.
I saw cats waiting eagerly at the back door, wide-eyed nocturnal keepers of the yard.
Measuring out fresh food into their three bowls, then wisely throwing open the door.
They looked up at me, measuring me more than their food, wondering how awake,
Hugging the doorway, quietly gliding through the opening instead of their usual burst.
The golden tiger cat squeaked his morning gossip of the neighborhood nightly report.
Steaming dark brown coffee breathed foggy swirls, spilling into the pristine mug.
The hot libation slid down my throat as it gave off its sweet Ethiopian perfume.
Drinking coffee before speaking plays first in the slumbering beginnings at my house.
Glancing at the cats, all lined in a row, they ate heartily as if miners just off a long shift.
I stepped out into the night to view the sparkling stars before they faded to the day.
The sky was astounding in its simple beauty; the love planet Venus the brightest smile.
How could anyone not smile in return when the planets seem to speak lovingly to us?
So many stars, so many messages written in the sky, our Universe speaks unceasingly.
Pouring another offering of coffee, I pulled up a chair on the porch to view the lake.
I could witness early morning on the water a thousand times, never to be disappointed.
Smoke rose on the water, little ghostly fingers walking forward on the mirrored surface.
Three mallard ducks emerged from the mist, swimming my way, dancing long strides.
teddy+at+flickr.jpg)
Huge prehistoric wings filled the air with a swooping sound and blanketed darkness.
A blue heron landed to fish his breakfast, blending into the smoky gray surrounding mist.
Soon a white egret flew in from the east, careful to move down to another fishing hole.
In the dim light a neighbor fished, sitting, pole in hand as his coffee scent filled the air.
Faint pink embers, the growing light, were filling the sky just above the rooftop horizon.
The blue heron stalked the shallows on his long legs, searching the moving warm waters.
A sudden splash, beak dove down, retrieving a huge fish he flung high on to the bank.
The egret caught small fishes, silver glints in the sunlight, tossed into the air, swallowed.
Two cups of coffee later it was time to check back in the house to rouse my husband.
Entering the room, he slumbered peacefully, his breath shallow; I knew he was awake.
The golden tiger cat pounced onto the bed and onto his chest, demanding attention.
His eyes closed, my husband smiled and knew he had not fooled either one of us.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 17 Sept 2010
All Rights Reserved
*** For the spiritual symbolism explained see:
A Healing Spiritual Poem: Waking The Day
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits
Steaming coffee in white cup photo by Kvasov Andrey @ flickr
Pink embers sunrise photo by Indy Kethdy @ flickr
Two great white egrets photo by flythebirdpath~} teddy @ flickr
The night sky photo by James Jordan @ flickr (combination of two photos)
Smoke on the water photo by flamesworddragon @ flickr
Ducks swimming under full moon photo by joiseyshowaa @ flickr
Fairy tale moon photo by davedehetre @ flickr
Golden cat in shadow photo by 1 suisse @ flickr
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The Social Poets - news, politics
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Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Friday, August 6, 2010
Vision of The Gardener Prophet
*** 2012 begins early. Check out a poem of prophecy warning humanity.
Vision of The Gardener Prophet
The gardener stood at the window in the heat of summer
Gazing at the huge weeds growing stronger and larger,
Sprouting up proudly as tall and wide as the shrubs,
Crowding the beauty, smug, knowing they didn’t belong.
What was not theirs they chose to steal and own out of spite.
The gardener felt helpless, unable to tend the garden,
For the summer heat was too strong to work outside.
Day after day the gardener watched the weeds take over,
Praying for the beauty to survive the onslaught and
Then a break, a pouring rain came to drench the garden.
The gardener hurriedly went out into the cooling wet air
And began pulling the shallow roots, those showy weeds.
The gardener prayed as she pulled and threw them away.
The gardener prophet knew these weeds sprung up to stop her work
As she prayed for all the people of the world to do better.
The gardener prophet prayed as she worked, knowing that
“As below on Earth, so above in Heaven,” hoping this garden
Would influence and clean humanity of the great suffering.
She toiled with the stubborn and contentious weeds for hours,
Refusing to give in and allow beauty to wither and die.
Deep in thought, hunting down the very smallest new weeds,
Suddenly she looked up and there was an Angel appearing.
The Angel looked at her work in the garden and said,
“Tell the people their suffering has been heard in Heaven.
The culling of humanity begins not in 2012 but now in 2010.”
The gardener prophet wiped her eyes of the spattered mud.
Patiently, the strong Angel waited for acknowledgement.
“The Universe is speeding up the time table,” the Angel announced.
“Humanity is past due to reach the next level of development.
“Knowledge and wise teaching have spread the world to generations.
“Contentiousness, lack of compassion, greed and stubbornness
“Grow as weeds all over the world in every society and religion.
“Beauty struggles to survive, grow and thrive, yet can wither and die.
“The world is now again too full of those who choose to destroy, not build.
“And now Death comes stalking them two years early to clean the garden.
“Only Beauty is meant to walk the earth and thrive in the garden of Life,”
Spoke the Angel softly, and then the vision slowly faded from the gardener prophet.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 6 Aug 2010
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits - All photos are from my garden and are by Denny Lyon, available under Creative Commons copyright with Attribution, Non-Commercial, No Derivatives license.
3 chocolate mint flowers in brush stroke effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Field of discarded weeds Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Huge dragonfly on window screen in glowing edges effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Bouquet of antique roses in colored pencils effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Chocolate mint flowers favored by hummingbirds, colored foil effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Purple leaves Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Blue plumbago shade plant Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Bumblebee on lilac chaste tree blossom Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Antique roses in saturated color Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
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Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Vision of The Gardener Prophet
The gardener stood at the window in the heat of summer
Gazing at the huge weeds growing stronger and larger,
Sprouting up proudly as tall and wide as the shrubs,
Crowding the beauty, smug, knowing they didn’t belong.
What was not theirs they chose to steal and own out of spite.
The gardener felt helpless, unable to tend the garden,
For the summer heat was too strong to work outside.
Day after day the gardener watched the weeds take over,
Praying for the beauty to survive the onslaught and
Then a break, a pouring rain came to drench the garden.
The gardener hurriedly went out into the cooling wet air
And began pulling the shallow roots, those showy weeds.
The gardener prayed as she pulled and threw them away.
The gardener prophet knew these weeds sprung up to stop her work
As she prayed for all the people of the world to do better.
The gardener prophet prayed as she worked, knowing that
“As below on Earth, so above in Heaven,” hoping this garden
Would influence and clean humanity of the great suffering.
She toiled with the stubborn and contentious weeds for hours,
Refusing to give in and allow beauty to wither and die.
Deep in thought, hunting down the very smallest new weeds,
Suddenly she looked up and there was an Angel appearing.
The Angel looked at her work in the garden and said,
“Tell the people their suffering has been heard in Heaven.
The culling of humanity begins not in 2012 but now in 2010.”
The gardener prophet wiped her eyes of the spattered mud.
Patiently, the strong Angel waited for acknowledgement.
“The Universe is speeding up the time table,” the Angel announced.
“Humanity is past due to reach the next level of development.
“Knowledge and wise teaching have spread the world to generations.
“Contentiousness, lack of compassion, greed and stubbornness
“Grow as weeds all over the world in every society and religion.
“Beauty struggles to survive, grow and thrive, yet can wither and die.
“The world is now again too full of those who choose to destroy, not build.
“And now Death comes stalking them two years early to clean the garden.
“Only Beauty is meant to walk the earth and thrive in the garden of Life,”
Spoke the Angel softly, and then the vision slowly faded from the gardener prophet.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 6 Aug 2010
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
Photo Credits - All photos are from my garden and are by Denny Lyon, available under Creative Commons copyright with Attribution, Non-Commercial, No Derivatives license.
3 chocolate mint flowers in brush stroke effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Field of discarded weeds Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Huge dragonfly on window screen in glowing edges effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Bouquet of antique roses in colored pencils effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Chocolate mint flowers favored by hummingbirds, colored foil effect Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Purple leaves Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Blue plumbago shade plant Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Bumblebee on lilac chaste tree blossom Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
Antique roses in saturated color Photo by Denny Lyon @ flickr
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Visual Insights - photos, art, music
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations - spiritual quotes, philosophy
Poems From A Spiritual Heart - poetry
The Healing Waters - health news
Dennys People Watching - people in the news
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes - humor
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sweltering Summer Heat
*** Poem and photography: Ever wonder "just how hot is it?" this summer...
Sweltering Summer Heat
The country is baking in a heat wave.
Temperatures are rising high and higher.
Trapped heat stands like waving fingers
Escaping from the hot pavement in hope
It can ride the air to a cooler place.
Weathermen roll out maps of restless red,
Colored past state lines all over America.
High hot numbers marking the worst cities
Where people faint from the heat and
The energy grid strains to provide relief.
Emergency crews rush to put out fires and
Hospital emergency rooms fill up while
City officials turn off the electricity in
Rolling brown-outs to limp past high demands;
News media records it all, making you feel hotter.
People open their doors to go outside and
Are greeted by a blast of humid high heat
That just takes your breath away, gasping.
You touch the door on your car only to scream,
Burned as you grasp and lift the handle.
Inside the car, you fumble for the hot knobs
To crank down the air conditioning full blast
While you drive down the road sweating like
You just ran a marathon standing perfectly still.
And you ask yourself, “Did I really need those groceries?”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 16 July 2010
All Rights Reserved
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The Social Poets
The Soul Calendar
Visual Insights
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations
Poems From A Spiritual Heart
The Healing Waters
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes
Photo Credits
Hot sunset photo by mnsc @ flickr
Car windshield reflecting sun photo by kevindooley @ flickr
Panting hot dog photo by jimf0390 @ flickr
Blistering hot heated face photo by Gamma-Ray Productions @ flickr
Putting out a fire photo by DVIDSHUB @ flickr
Hot thermometer photo by saturnism @ flickr
Summer fan by ToastyKen @ flickr
Sweltering Summer Heat
The country is baking in a heat wave.
Temperatures are rising high and higher.
Trapped heat stands like waving fingers
Escaping from the hot pavement in hope
It can ride the air to a cooler place.
Weathermen roll out maps of restless red,
Colored past state lines all over America.
High hot numbers marking the worst cities
Where people faint from the heat and
The energy grid strains to provide relief.
Emergency crews rush to put out fires and
Hospital emergency rooms fill up while
City officials turn off the electricity in
Rolling brown-outs to limp past high demands;
News media records it all, making you feel hotter.
People open their doors to go outside and
Are greeted by a blast of humid high heat
That just takes your breath away, gasping.
You touch the door on your car only to scream,
Burned as you grasp and lift the handle.
Inside the car, you fumble for the hot knobs
To crank down the air conditioning full blast
While you drive down the road sweating like
You just ran a marathon standing perfectly still.
And you ask yourself, “Did I really need those groceries?”
Denny Lyon
Copyright 16 July 2010
All Rights Reserved
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*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets
The Soul Calendar
Visual Insights
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations
Poems From A Spiritual Heart
The Healing Waters
Dennys Food and Recipes
Dennys Funny Quotes
Photo Credits
Hot sunset photo by mnsc @ flickr
Car windshield reflecting sun photo by kevindooley @ flickr
Panting hot dog photo by jimf0390 @ flickr
Blistering hot heated face photo by Gamma-Ray Productions @ flickr
Putting out a fire photo by DVIDSHUB @ flickr
Hot thermometer photo by saturnism @ flickr
Summer fan by ToastyKen @ flickr
Friday, July 2, 2010
Fourth of July When Life is Simple
*** An amusing Fourth of July poem that celebrates living.
Fourth of July When Life is Simple
Grand Dad used to say, “Life is simple.”
I thought silently, “Yeah, when you’re 90.”
Grand Dad used to say, “Life is good.”
I asked him if it was good all the time.
Grand Dad used to say, “Life goes up and down.
Learn to appreciate it all, even when it doesn’t look good.”
Grand Dad sat on the porch steps, slicing the watermelon.
It was The Fourth of July, his favorite holiday.
He pulled out his pocket knife and poked out the large seeds,
Throwing them hard to the ground and far away into the grass.
He said, “This is how you handle problems when they come.”
We sat in the shade for a while, thinking, and poking the seeds.
Then he put his mouth to the sliced fruit, biting hard into the sugar.
He smiled wide and satisfied, as watermelon juice dribbled down his chin.
“And this is how you engage the sweetness in Life.” Grand Dad said.
And he took another big bite. And, then, so did I.
Now I knew what Grand Dad knew.
Sometimes, Life really is that simple.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 21 June 2010
All Rights Reserved
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*** With special thanks to nothingprofound, a fellow blogger, a fun guy who posts aphorisms on his blog, Aphorism Of The Day, that tickle my mind, one of from which this poem sprang (Life is simple... 18 June 2010).
*** For more Fourth of July posts see also:
63 Quotes About Freedom and Liberty: Happy Birthday, America!
How Do We Live Freedom and Liberty? Libations Friday - 2 July 2010
Fourth of July Fireworks Cartoons - 3 July 2010
Dennys Photo Gallery: Fourth of July Watermelon
Cake Tuesday: Red, White and Blueberry Shortcakes
Cake Tuesday: Red, White and Blue Independence Day Cake
Photo Credits
Fourth of July fireworks at Pismo Beach, California by puliarf @ flickr
Watermelon quarter close up by ccharmon @ flickr
Pink watermelon by Esther Gibbons @ flickr
Watermelon keys by Torley @ flickr
"Flutter-bye" on watermelon enjoying the sugar by puliarf @ flickr
Watermelon slices by moreno0101 @ flickr
Watermelon on ice by quinn.anya @ flickr
Watermelon seeds by Muffet @ flickr
Watermelon on the sky by mfrascella @ flickr
Eating watermelon with gusto by Jonf729 @ flickr
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The Social Poets
Dennys Global Politics
The Soul Calendar
Visual Insights
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations
Poems From A Spiritual Heart
The Healing Waters
Dennys Art Sanctuary
Romancing The Chocolate
Comfort Food From Louisiana
Unusual 2 Tasty
Dennys Blog Feeds
Dennys Funny Quotes
Ouch Outrageous Obnoxious And Odd
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Fourth of July When Life is Simple
Grand Dad used to say, “Life is simple.”
I thought silently, “Yeah, when you’re 90.”
Grand Dad used to say, “Life is good.”
I asked him if it was good all the time.
Grand Dad used to say, “Life goes up and down.
Learn to appreciate it all, even when it doesn’t look good.”
Grand Dad sat on the porch steps, slicing the watermelon.
It was The Fourth of July, his favorite holiday.
He pulled out his pocket knife and poked out the large seeds,
Throwing them hard to the ground and far away into the grass.
He said, “This is how you handle problems when they come.”
We sat in the shade for a while, thinking, and poking the seeds.
Then he put his mouth to the sliced fruit, biting hard into the sugar.
He smiled wide and satisfied, as watermelon juice dribbled down his chin.
“And this is how you engage the sweetness in Life.” Grand Dad said.
And he took another big bite. And, then, so did I.
Now I knew what Grand Dad knew.
Sometimes, Life really is that simple.
Denny Lyon
Copyright 21 June 2010
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
*** With special thanks to nothingprofound, a fellow blogger, a fun guy who posts aphorisms on his blog, Aphorism Of The Day, that tickle my mind, one of from which this poem sprang (Life is simple... 18 June 2010).
*** For more Fourth of July posts see also:
63 Quotes About Freedom and Liberty: Happy Birthday, America!
How Do We Live Freedom and Liberty? Libations Friday - 2 July 2010
Fourth of July Fireworks Cartoons - 3 July 2010
Dennys Photo Gallery: Fourth of July Watermelon
Cake Tuesday: Red, White and Blueberry Shortcakes
Cake Tuesday: Red, White and Blue Independence Day Cake
Photo Credits
Fourth of July fireworks at Pismo Beach, California by puliarf @ flickr
Watermelon quarter close up by ccharmon @ flickr
Pink watermelon by Esther Gibbons @ flickr
Watermelon keys by Torley @ flickr
"Flutter-bye" on watermelon enjoying the sugar by puliarf @ flickr
Watermelon slices by moreno0101 @ flickr
Watermelon on ice by quinn.anya @ flickr
Watermelon seeds by Muffet @ flickr
Watermelon on the sky by mfrascella @ flickr
Eating watermelon with gusto by Jonf729 @ flickr
*** THANKS for visiting, feel welcome to drop a comment or opinion, enjoy bookmarking this post on your favorite social site, a big shout out to awesome current subscribers – and if you are new to this blog, please subscribe in a reader or by email updates!
*** Come by for a visit and check out my other blogs:
The Social Poets
Dennys Global Politics
The Soul Calendar
Visual Insights
Beautiful Illustrated Quotations
Poems From A Spiritual Heart
The Healing Waters
Dennys Art Sanctuary
Romancing The Chocolate
Comfort Food From Louisiana
Unusual 2 Tasty
Dennys Blog Feeds
Dennys Funny Quotes
Ouch Outrageous Obnoxious And Odd
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Life is About Everything
I Am a Joyful Thought Photo by alicepopkorn @ flickr
*** The life incidents that tickle our minds to write, record and remember…
From Denny: While compiling the most popular posts this year on this blog, I was blown away by just how much writing I did this year, covering a wide range of thought wanderings and wonderings. So... I had another one of those famous RDTs (Random Denny Thoughts), and decided to compile most of my writes into one poem just to see the themes of the year.
You might enjoy this as a writing exercise too as it sure does surprise you to review the year like this. And, for conceptual and abstract thinkers like me, you will find this a neat and tidy way to condense your writes all into one place! :) I just know there was a good reason I've had ultra left-brain friends over the years who were such a help. Trust me; there is nothing like having a Virgo come into your clothes - or mental - closet and properly get you focused for a project. You will be eternally grateful. The rest of the time they are eternally grateful you tell them to "take a chill pill because Life will turn out well anyway; quit fretting."
We creative types tend to roll our eyes and snooze when it comes to filing, naming, and other busy office work and end up "organizationally challenged" if we aren't careful. My friends did teach me that organization is the key to yet more creativity unleashed. This year of writing proves them right! Oh, how they will live on that comment for years... :)
Dance of Love Photo by Kjunstorms @ flickr
Life is About Everything
Review
When I began this year’s journey I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn’t much care nor worry – only living in the moment of awe.
Life has so much to experience: ugly and beautiful, joyful and sad.
I chose to witness with my heart, my eyes and my listening soul.
Chronicling Life seen, felt and heard with a flowing pen, tapping keyboard,
Life unfolded its meaning, its depths, its teachings, revealing its purpose: discovery.
Love
Relationships were talked about from love to war and terrible loss.
A Man in Love retold a soldier’s 60 year old story of yearning to reunite with his wife.
Loving You recounted marriage love, roles unexpectedly changing over time.
Opposites in Love: Night and Day revealed how we opposites learn to live together.
Loss
Personal loss spoke in Rock, My Children, compounding when others are too cruel.
A rock legend’s legacy lives on in Michael Jackson: Talk About My Life.
Musings of understanding spoke in A Spiritual Perspective: Michael Jackson.
Abuse
Social issues like abuse wondered aloud in Flinging Dirt from a telling dream.
You Are Worthy Every Day! honored an abused poetess gone uncelebrated too long.
I defiantly declared to only speak, honor and fight for the Truth in Why I Write.
Defining myself in It Isnt In Me because Love is, in the end, how we all win.
They Pull at Your Heartstrings explored how tough news stories affect us deeply.
Thinking of my mother’s birthday and the Chinese custom of celebrating birthdays so different from our America came my cultural shock of A Chinese Birthday Favor.
Writing Ideas
The hilarity of finding out how we find our inspiration in the middle of the night through our insistent nagging muses of Dreaming Words.
Writing exercises explored, thinking outside the box and beyond the tried and true.
Thinking the “how-to” write on many levels was the fun of discovering What Do You Like to Write? Talk to We! and Eye I.
Writing fun acrostic poems in POETRY and for the rigors of gestating a write was Eyeing Think Time.
Life of Words went on a journey to decide how words affect and influence our lives.
Encouraging writers and poets to quit worrying and focus upon their one reader came An Audience of One as you never know the true impact of your words: Believe!
Discovering a weird words site I was amusingly inspired to write 22 Weird Words Story: Oyez, calling attention to odd words rarely used that tickle our minds.
Curious about those odd phrases we speak every day I wrote the entertaining Word Smithing: Those Funny Sayings We Hear Every Day to delight and amuse.
Fantasy
Soon I turned to the fun of writing fantasy thoughts about dragons in Primordial Dragon and a world only imagined.
Writing outrageous fantasy to blow off tension using a writing exercise of run-on sentences that built emotional tension just to break it was Totally Ridiculous Comedy: Jacks Nightclub.
And an amusing excuse for Haiku as Dennys Not Haiku But Short Enough On the Whim of a Grin winked playfully.
Humor
Writing love poetry from the point of view of a romantic cheeky greyhound dog came the amusing romp of The Interesting Man.
Humor tickled my writing pen one day as my husband surprised me with a slight-of-hand slip in The Husband Who Cleans.
I laughed on after a bad experience with summer poison ivy in Bitter Romance in the Garden.
Then thoughts danced on the idea of a paradox: Do we own our homes or do they own us? Chasing down home photos around the globe came into my mind the poem, Hunting Our Home.
Fun
I sauntered on into exploring my fellow humanity and food whims in Foods We Love to Hate: Knowing Why.
While cruising through the Flickr photo database I happened upon more than 50 fun Santa Claus photos. I was inspired to write an article just for the goodwill believers all around the globe in We Believe In Santa.
On Christmas Eve of 2008 my husband and I started laughing about our childhoods and the crazy things our parents told us in Funny Christmas Conversations: Parents to Their Children was so inspired it was written on Christmas Eve night.
Photo by subflux @ flickr
Balance
Thinking often of the spiritual condition of humanity there came Poetry of Life, to lift up others struggling with the deepening economic recession and job losses by changing our focus.
Thinking aloud about how to gain our balance in life in the most precarious places, I watched Nature in the form of a Blue Heron one late summer day endeavoring to find his balance on the tiniest piece of branch high up in a tall tree in Parable: Blue Heron Balancing the Wind.
As the summer was disappearing into fall with the hint of change in the air was written Louisiana Summer Sigh, alluding to our inner selves changing with the seasons too.
Weeping Freedom">Weeping Freedom came from preparing for Hurricane Gustav and its 100 mph whistling winds by pruning back an overgrown top-heavy jasmine vine so it would live through the storm and thrive again one day. The vine reminded me of people not prepared for Life’s storms because they won’t prune what’s dead inside to create new space to breathe and grow.
The Art of Waiting took you inside my world of perception and patience as my damaged brain went through the healing process from a car accident, nine months to fully awaken.
The Long Road talked about how friendships improve our lives, then maybe its time to slow down and help others who are in the distance straggling behind us, trying to catch up.
Nature and Spirit
Looking to Nature again as many poets have through the ages, I noticed how Rain Blessings can prove destructive if too fierce or constructive to growth if soft and gentle. Yet both of Life’s storms can bring balance into our world.
When researching beautiful landscape photos one day I found a cache of awesome tree photos and how it struck me that people are so like these trees in People Trees.
I reflected upon how patient our soul is with our ego on our Life journey of growing spiritual awareness in Soul Journey.
Photo by D.SharonPruitt @ flickr
Angels
When The Angels Cry For Us pondered how we may look to outside witnesses as we live a life of trying to force a situation to work when it never will and how important it is to grow and change from our experiences.
Angels Bridge recounted an example of many teaching experiences from encountering strangers - as my motto has always been to remain teachable in Life from every person and situation I encounter.
Angel Diaries: Samuel is the true story of some of what I experienced in early childhood from growing up in the dangerous vile world of the CIA.
Photo by Temari09 @flickr
Courageous Men
When the Lion of the Senate died this year, American women and children, the poor and the disenfranchised lost a champion, a man who was not a perfect man and yet chose to set right his life after many serious mistakes. As he changed his focus he changed his life. I reflected upon his body of work in How Senator Ted Kennedy Affected Your Life in America.
On Father’s Day I chose to think about the three kinds of men who mentored and influenced my own life when my father fell down on the job miserably in 3 Kinds of Men to Honor: the courageous, the compassionate and the nurturing.
Reflections of That Moment was a remembrance of those for whom we grieve in death and how important it is to take the journey of inner discovery to the unknown positive new awareness, waiting on the other side of that moment.
Millennium Blessing
And I wrote in Keeping The Peace the only true way to bring Peace into the world.
To commemorate the year 2000, the new millennium, I wrote Ode to People of the New Millennium: A Blessing, thinking a blessing was the most positive thing to do for the future. In the light of the 2012 prophecies for which many are afraid, this poem takes on a new and stirring promise. How strange what you wrote almost ten years ago speaks loudly into the present…
Denny Lyon
Copyright 4 December 2009
All Rights Reserved
* * * Check out the Complete Poem List for more selections.
*** This was not the full year of writings, about 7 months worth of just the poetry and a few articles. There are still those crazy Cheeky Quotes posts which I guess will have to go into a book of their own... :)
*** Thanks for visiting and have a great weekend!
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