Hanging Memories

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Oh, Lord . . .

Nestled among the Mohawk trails:

My soul absorbed mountain airs

Tickling ancient senses

As I peer heavenward

Releasing my spirituality.

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Lord . . .

My youth basked in its adventures:

Sour grass, 4-leaf clovers

Long-reeded grass jungles

Dandelion necklaces and such

Wide-leafed whistles.

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Lord  . . .

Memories hang:

In cloudy closets of my mind

Popping into view to

Bolster my aging body

 

Oh, Lord, how green was my valley!

 

Heavenly Flares

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Thank you for the memories,
The joys and wonders of life,
The blessing of divine glories…
What peace abundantly rife!

You birthed me as a baby girl,
Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;
Tenderly kissed my golden curls
As I snuggled in her charms.

Thanks for all my family and friends,
Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.
Sunshine and rain brought amends
As You sought to establish Your seeds.

Oh God, my sins no longer sting
They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.
He entered into my life to bring
A life so much more prestigious.

Your truth appeased my doubting heart;
I was healed by Your living waters.
Eternal life You did impart
To my spirit and many others.

I peered inside my very soul;
Faithfully, You are present there.
See that loving spirit glow…
A sweet heavenly flare!

Valley Airs

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Oh, Lord

Nestled among the Mohawk trails:

My soul absorbed mountain airs

Tickling ancient senses

As I peer heavenward

Releasing my spirituality.

.

Lord,

My youth basked in its adventures:

Sour grass, 4-leaf clovers

Long-reeded grass jungles

Dandelion necklaces and such

Wide-leafed whistles.

.

Lord,

Memories hang:

In cloudy closets of my mind

Popping into view to

Bolster my aging body.

.

Oh, Lord, how green was my valley!

My Sacred Refuge

 

 

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Psalm 55:8 (KJV) “I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.”

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Everyone occasionally needs a place to escape the cares of this world, be it a quiet room, a shed, a nook in the barn, a fence post, or a piece of land where nothing intrudes into one’s thoughts and feelings. The burdens of the soul shall melt away whenever one slips into this serene, sacred realm.

For many a year, my place of refuge was a tiny chunk of land resting beside the Flint River. It was merely half an acre, but my, what a busy patch of green!

Squirrels scurried here and there burying their nuts for the long cold winters while frolicking rabbits waltzed around the grove of prickly crabapple trees. Gorging on bugs and grubs by the thousands, fat and sassy moles punched the rich, dark loam upward into long tunnels crisscrossing the grassy field. Various ducks and geese nestled alongside the banks of the rippling, cool water, displaying their beauty and serenity, whereas the feisty kingfishers zoomed overhead, diving into the murky river for their catch of the day. In the early morning dew, occasionally a deer would come tiptoeing along the lower bank, tenderly chomping fallen acorns.

Whenever this idyllic wonderland beckoned to my sagging spirit, I’d mosey on down and head for a special old tree alongside the riverbank. Snuggling down next to its weather worn trunk, I’d silently sit for a while and spiritually blend in with the land.

I sensed the spirit of the trees and the grass, the leaves and the dirt, the river and the animals, the wind and the rain, the snow, the fog, and the mist.

Within my soul came healing as I rested and communed with God. I’d tell Him all my troubles, my needs and sins, mention folks in need of prayer, praise Him for all His blessings, and thank Him for His grace. Sighing softly as the tenseness within my weary body slowly ebbed away, my spirit was restored, fully refreshed and strengthened to face anew the matters at hand.

Thank you, Father, for that mystical plot of land that served so faithfully as my refuge many years ago. Those memories shall be treasured forever.

Shalom

I Remember, I Remember

 

I Remember, I Remember

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I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember,

The roses, red and white;

The violets and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I was used to swing;

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now ‘tis little joy

To know I’m farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

                   ~Thomas Hood

Love-wrapped Scraps

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Dangling in black space

Hung white-faced mimes

Tiny bits and pieces Of memorable effects

Shredded and shabby

Hoary, wispy specks glowed

On an invisible clothesline.

Drawing closer I recognized…

A glass chip from an antique mirror,

A frayed scrap from a favorite shirt,

A scruffy heel from my first new shoes,

A tattered ear from my treasured teddy bear,

A jagged corner from my grandma’s photo,

Broken silver links that cradled my crucifix,

A fragment of a cherished birthday card,

A tassel from my son’s high school cap,

A dog-eared page ripped from my old Bible.

“What is this? What does it mean?”

Vagabond bits and pieces of my life

Most precious to me a long time ago

How mystifying to envision them again

Prayed instantly for God’s illumination.

Softly He whispered: “Behold… touch… absorb.”

These were tools He’d furnished for me

To comprehend love

Feel it deep in the heart

Love and life have value

Beyond all things Touchable today—

Unearthly tomorrow.

How delicately

A shred or piece evokes

An event that

Seemed so essential

Now is merely

Lingering nostalgia.

Yes, Lord, memories are surfacing…

Grandpa bought the mirror for me

Traded in a pricey grandfather clock;

Grandma surprised me on my birthday

Presenting that longed for plaid shirt;

Dad hunted all over town for my shoes

With a great big hug, his special love;

Teddy bear all petted out was my sister’s

She died young and I miss her sorely;

Grandma’s photo was the last vestige

Of the only real live-angel on earth;

Mom saved up her ironing earnings

Bought me that cross dangling on a chain;

The birthday card gifted in adolescence

My first boyfriend, becoming my husband;

My son so proudly graced me with his tassel

Graduating and making his way in the world.

My heart trembles at the dog-eared page

Torn loose from the Word, my study book

That old Bible was so marked up

Prayers, notes, spiritual growth and such

Broken heart tear-dotted pages

Along with drops of precious “blood”

While sipping from the cup After eating the “bread.”

Oh Lord, how precious are these memories

The love-wrapped folks who were my family

So many friends dot my highway too

All bits and pieces You loaned for my purpose

To soften my heart and feel the pulse

My spirit must possess to become like You.

 

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!

 

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“These things have I spoken to you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:11-12

 

(This dream was real, merely enlarged upon to share with you.)

 

WHAT A DREAM!

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Dangling in black space
Like white-faced mimes
Hung bits and pieces
Of memorable effects
Shredded and shabby
Hoary, wispy specks glowed
On an invisible clothesline.

Drawing closer I recognized…

A glass chip from an antique mirror,
A frayed scrap from a favorite shirt,
A scruffy heel from my first new shoes,
A tattered ear from my treasured teddy bear,
A jagged corner from my grandma’s photo,
Broken silver links that cradled my crucifix,
A fragment of a cherished birthday card,
A tassel from my son’s high school cap,
A dog-eared page ripped from my old Bible.

“What is this? What does it mean?”

Vagabond bits and pieces of my life
Most precious to me a long time ago
How mystifying to envision them again
Prayed instantly for God’s illumination.

Softly He whispered: “Behold… touch… absorb.”

These were tools
He’d furnished for me
To comprehend love
Feel it deep in the heart
Love and life have value
Beyond all things
Touchable today—
Unearthly tomorrow.
How delicately
A shred or piece evokes
An event that
Seemed so essential
Now is merely
Lingering nostalgia.

Yes, Lord, memories are surfacing…

Grandpa bought the mirror for me
Traded in a pricey grandfather clock;
Grandma surprised me on my birthday
Presenting that longed for plaid shirt;
Dad hunted all over town for my shoes
With a great big hug, his special love;
Teddy bear all petted out was my sister’s
She died young and I miss her sorely;
Grandma’s photo was the last vestige
Of the only real live-angel on earth;
Mom saved up her ironing earnings
Bought me that cross dangling on a chain;
The birthday card gifted in adolescence
My first boyfriend, becoming my husband;
My son so proudly graced me with his tassel
Graduating and making his way in the world.

My heart trembles at the dog-eared page
Torn loose from the Word, my study book
That old Bible was so marked up
Prayers, notes, spiritual growth and such
Broken heart tear-dotted pages
Along with drops of precious “blood”
While sipping from the cup
After eating the “bread.”

Oh Lord, how precious
Are these memories
The love-wrapped folks
Who were my family
So many friends
Dot my highway too
All bits and pieces
You loaned for my purpose
To soften my heart
And feel the pulse
My spirit must possess
To become like You.

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!

 

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“These things have I spoken to you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:11-12
(This dream was real, merely enlarged upon to share with you.)