my kind of life
A kiss
Awaited, yes
Daisy chains link bated breath
Wandering two search through the weeds
Pass at length the past’s sown seeds
Quiet moment beneath the trees
Evening quotient obtained with ease
A kiss
Yet seconds passed my lips
Lakeside bliss
Wondering two is it really this?
Pass the past freely to a welcoming abyss
Twilight comes and takes that kiss
Towards tomorrow’s door for us to reminisce
A kiss
Simple pleasure
Childhood friendship transformed to treasure
So glad to be living a life of freedom. There are definitely things I don’t like about our government, but I wouldn’t want to live in any other country. Last night, as Petal was falling asleep, she asked, “What’s that?” about the firecrackers going off in the neighborhood. IÂ explained about the fourth of July and how people celebrate, hoping she would easily get to sleep, even with the noise. Today we talked to her about independence, and what that means to us as Americans. I hope to guide her, and Eden, in the knowledge of how blessed we are here in the United States of America. I know I am blessed, and thank God for what we have here. I cannot imagine my children going to sleep to the sounds of fighting jets or bombs or gunshot (though that can’t be completely ruled out as a possibility). At least I feel safe here in my home. With John Mark as my someone to lean on, share with, and be my support here, and God and His son whom I can lean on, share with, and gives me support spiritually here and in Heaven, I feel so lucky.
No God
No Peace
Know God
Know Peace
I wonder sometimes if I had any life to choose what would it be? Giving this some thought I have decided this, I want to live the life I have now, it is my kind of life. I love my husband and children. I have a home of my own. I am my own boss, being a homemaker and stay at home mom. Sure, more money would be sweet, I wouldn’t mind weighing a bit less, and I wish I was more patient, but all in all I think I am living the life God intended me to. And truly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. So, what to do with the wonderful life I have? I want to improve myself while being in service to God and others. I want to complain less and give more. My father used to say that work is a prayer and a blessing. My mother has worked hard in the service of others (mainly her nine children!) all her life, and she is about the calmest, most centered and peaceful person I know. I would like to emulate her in this. I do not mean to be a martyr, but what do I need with shopping for clothes or extra stuff? What do I need with all the many time suckers in this modern life that take away from the really important work at hand. Caring for my family is important. Washing dishes is important. Changing diapers is important. Folding laundry is important. Sometimes I am tired of this work, and would love to just take a nap. Oh well. There’s the baby crying. That’s ok, because also, loving God is important. Luckily, I can do that all day long while I do the other stuff, too. It is my kind of life and it makes me happy.
In the Winter Garden
Little Heyla sleeps
While all the nymphs around him
Can do naught but weep
And dreaming to and fro
Heyla steps outside
Walking down a little path
Through a door that’s open wide
Passing over fields of flowers
a lush and dark green wood
Heyla awakens from his slumber
By a white stone statue he stood
I’m lost! he thought
As he quickly turned around
To see from whence he came
to hear a familiar sound
All the nymphs had followed
Little Heyla on his trip
He recognizes tears of sorrow
and kissed the nearest on her lips
She sighed and smiled the slightest smile
Heyla patted her beautiful head
Soon he had kissed every glorious nymph
A round full of smiles as they carried him off to bed.
A dream
cushioned space memories fighting sanity
time addressed continuously pestering burning
crosses worship God semi pathos bubble
burst floating tree hippie child grown up
to be or not to be question me, life
fantasy spider web morning dread sound
alarm poppy field gerbera daisy cotton shield
black the all faces too shoes, boots, dew
falling, walking, praying, talking, image maker
A witches’ moon lies deep and low
A thickness in my belly
Orange orb of evening’s grace fulfilled
And I set about to start
The smoke creeps slowly as clouds overhead
I cut the lines a little darker
The abstraction of your life
It glows in time to the month long season
In my many blessed menstrual days
I offer blood up to the womb
Of loving grace, forever, the Goddess Diana
in her closet weeps, but loves her sweet submisivness
I catch the light of a full moon’s incandescence
As the earth below receives my every wish
My breath immersed in waves of Poseidon’s realm
I follow the hierophant to my enchantress doom
Rooted in this life, for better for worse
I’ll cut off your finger to get back the ring
Of a preposterous lie
In my Sibylline wisdom I’ll defeat your fey lie
Embrace the nights decision, eternal life! Mine
Under the celestial, gossamer moon
A moment of powerful time
Looking out the window
reading the rhymes of nature
over the closed pages of a book
Simply blissful flower
Freedom is your name
I wish I was your sister TODAY
I’d happily press up close to you
Or push your petals away
Until the clock strikes noon
Back to work, fleeting brush of time
Calling prisoners to her door
The pane is closed against the rain
I’ve forgotten the name of the flower