Monthly Archives: April 2012

Seasonal Seasons

Posted on April 17, 2012 | 1 comment

To see the whiteness of the snow

that lay about a foot or so

to see the tree’s encased with ice

a winters scene that’s very nice

If in a house with fire bright you sit with friends this chilly night

While out-of-doors the cold winds blow

moving round bits of snow

and yet before the night shall end again,again the snow descends,

till morning brings you to the door to see the whiteness evermore

We close the door chase out the cold

for even now were not so bold.

Yet after breakfast ,toast and tea we see the cold more willingly

For now we must move it away admire it some other day.

By Meredith J Weir 1972 All rights reserved.

 

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The Divorced Tree

Posted on April 17, 2012 | Leave a comment

See that tree all alone,

that tree is just like my home.

Other trees growing near, haven’t changed a bit in years,

All our roots are planted deep

I guess mine’s just a little weak

through wind and storms these trees stay stout

except for mine it moves about.

Hurricanes fail to knock them down

but mine now bends close to the ground.

In spring little nests are often found

in all the trees that are around,

except for mine it isn’t fair

for my tree its weight it cannot bear

I watch her arms reaching high

reaching outward in the sky

God knows this tree is like my home

and is the reason I’ll never roam

I must watch her everyday

and then at night I must pray.

I pray she’ll see me through and through

for there isn’t much else that I can do.

By Meredith J Weir 1969 all rights reserved.

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The Tide

Posted on April 17, 2012 | Leave a comment

The tide when restless turns and churns

and sweeps up life and little things

and I within this now have learned,

it never ceases day or night,

and things for me just can’t go right.

It’s sometimes hard when rough winds blow,

to keep it up and not let go

and sometimes storms throw me a shore

to lay and die, to live no more

but I didn’t bend to people’s way

I keep in there for one more day.

My body’s burned by salt of sea

the sun has parched the rest of me

my brain has long since gone astray

to think that death is on its way….

So I will be here one more day ,

and after that “?” I can not say.

By Meredith J Weir

all rights reserved 1968.

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The darkness writes even… when the darkness is in the day

Posted on April 16, 2012 | Leave a comment

When holding on causes you to let go

What we don't see rooted beneath the surface.

So sometimes I find myself envelope by the darkness in the day, not necessarily by the time of the day but by the times of the day. What? The time of the day could be high noon but the times of the day relate more to the times when I let darkness cloud the light, when I let sadness hide the joy, when I let lack of feeling love overshadow the compassion I feel for those who feel likewise. So why is this so? I could say this is human nature and that would be true. but it goes deeper than that it is rooted deep beneath the surface of this earth.It begins at the roots, and by time and nature, and life’s circumstances it can become diseased, and then though it may look strong and tall it may in the storms of life become a fallen tree.
Was the soil holding the tree or was the tree holding the soil,was the roots tangled from going out in too many directions and in so doing almost uprooting oneself? Is this an example of natures symbiotic relationships? possibly so. But it is as old as time itself.

It started in a garden, The garden of Eden ,that’s where we first discovered our will .God could have created a being having a will just as his but he chose to give us a free will so that we could choose to love him. Sin and selfishness enter the world and what we have now is a gnarly mess of directions and wills that causes us to  thwart the desires of our loving Savior, and from that we become diseased and uprooted and like the picture, become a forest of fallen trees.So the more we focus on ourself we see the tangled mess we make rooted in our earthly desires.

the gnarly roots of self desires

If we can instead look upward and drink in the “son” light he will help us grow strong and help us to stand the test and trials of this life and even when the darkness crowds into our day we will see the light!

Reaching for the Light of Day

Let us reach upward with leafy arms waving and drink in our souls nourishment from the “son” the  one True Light! Peace

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but when the darkness sleeps

Posted on April 8, 2012 | Leave a comment

But when the darkness sleeps it means the troubles of daily living have some how been layed aside!
Right now in some places in America people are celebrating Easter.. Right now in some places in America people are not celebrating Easter nor do they know or want to. But for the blessed here in America we can!
In just a few hours WE will celebrate my only hope for salvation, the Risen Lord!
Are my bills still due…yes? Am I still under employed? …yes, is my health still bothering me? …yes BUT, I have a hope, for even if my life seems drear in this world it will be glorious in the next and that is because He alone is my hope and salvation! How blessed are we who know. When the troubles of this ones life are layed aside it is because I believe in a better tomorrow not achieved thru my efforts but that alone of my Savior Jesus, Resting in the knowledge of that, the darkness does sleep, May all you who read the darkness writes find solace in this too! Have a Blessed Easter.

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