Through the Looking Glass


Faces are hidden in a mirror

Far below a peaceful bridge

Masked among nature’s beauty.

 

Fallen through the looking-glass

Eyes serene, soft of green

With voices, that whisper our way.

 

Fingers of leaves brush nearby branches

Grasping hands regardless of color

Hear the wails within the wind?

 

Gaze beneath still waters

Where all of life coexist, do you see?

Why not us? Can’t we try? I wonder why?

 

Look closing to see mirrored images

Cup your ear to hear what they say

Thump…thump….thump…thump…thump…

 

Our hearts appear within the looking-glass

Beating proudly for all mankind

Future reflections of what may be?

 

Lying beneath a peaceful bridge

Eyes serene, soft of green

With voices, that whisper our way.

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Praying for Peace


As I write this in the wee dark hours of my Christian Good Friday, I pray for peace in the whole of our world. Terrorism has affected us again this week. I can barely turn on the television without watching images of mass destruction among yesterday’s normalcy. Camera shots blanket human remains. Jagged lines together with dotted speckles of bright red blood splatter against dusty walls and powdered floors almost as if in an abstract painting. “How can this possibly be,” I ask? “Where did the world go wrong?”

As a mother, my thoughts are with Mary, who witnessed the horror of her only begotten son as he was crucified on Good Friday. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion_of_Jesus

Whatever your beliefs, I ask you to join me in prayer to put an end to terrorism in our world. Let there be peace among all living people. Everyone deserves a chance to grow old, to live life, to love and be loved. How I wish to pass my television to catch a glimpse of families, happy and playing with children, simply enjoying life. Yes, a human interest story. Remember them? When was the last time you saw one without the hint of terror or war behind it?

Please God, allow people to live freely. Let them walk across streets to visit friends or family. To travel through airports, ride on a bus, or simply have a picnic in a park without worry of a bomb going off. Give our children the freedom to go to school without fear, watch a movie, run a race or sing a song. Please feed our hungry, clothe our naked and house our poor.

Let nature together with  all that is good thrive among the human race once again. Please, God, let there be peace in the world.

Amen

Wishing You and Yours a Peaceful Easter Holiday

 

 

 

Peace


Whoever you are in all of this world

I wish for you comfort without worry

Safety with warmth and freedom from fear

Faces to love, voices to hear and hands to hold dear

Bright stars in the sky to light your way here

And love deep within to sense you are home.

From My Family to Yours, Wishing You A Very Happy Holiday with A Peaceful New Year.

Remember….


Memorial Day.

It’s not simply a holiday of family reunions, leisurely picnics or sunshine and happiness.  Let’s stop to remember………

Please pause to think of the multitude of men and women who have served our country together with those who do so today….willingly.  They protect us on our own soil in addition to all around the world.  Soldiers who risk their lives for our freedom.  Many travel to far off places, other cities and countries, vine-covered jungles or wind whipped deserts to fight wars in the name of, FREEDOM.

Our country’s Armed Forces fight enemies we never thought of before.  Sometimes, the ‘enemy’ wears a mask making him look much like our neighbor next door.  We ask, why?  Why is there hate?  Why do we fight?  Can’t we get along?  Let’s live in peace, be happy, respect each other, love one another and remember God’s word…please?

Young soldiers, men and woman, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, protect us day and night…summer or winter, spring and fall.  No holidays for them.  We are not their families.  No, they cry tears of loneliness with worry behind closed doors.  A cement sidewalk long ago poured in front.  Across the dewy ground lies an unridden bicycle.  Toys scattered and tossed atop an overgrown lawn.  There is a piece of puzzle missing…yes, it’s Mom or Dad.  If not, it may be a prized son, precious daughter or much-loved brother or sister.  Love is missing.

Dusk settles.  Lullabies in rocking chairs soothe crying babies to sleep.  Toddlers toss in cribs clutching flopping bunnies while ‘olders’ retreat in solitude to rooms where emotions can be stuffed waaay down deep.  They’re too B.I.G. to cry.  No matter the age, children wonder the same… “When is Mommy or Daddy coming home?”

Far too often, the unspeakable happens during war.  There is a knock on the front door.  Neighbors in the distance hear the agony of wailing.  I’ve heard it before.  Like an animal cry.  Low, deep down and guttural at first, then louder to a crescendo like no other.  To the top……as if in slow motion.  W..H..Y?  Life is not fair.

I ask all of you to pray for our soldiers today.  Those who have fallen before together with each of them who protect us during all of our tomorrows.  No matter your belief, ‘right or wrong,’ our soldiers are here for you.  Yes, you.  Doing what they believe is right.  Remember them, please.  If you know any soldiers, call one today.  Say, “Thank You for your service.”  A few minutes on the phone will mean the world to any of them on this day.

Trust me…..

 

 

 

A Minor Tribute To A Major Man


Twenty Words Describing Nelson Mandela:

Kind, Brave, Courageous, Forgiving, Solitary, Admired, Moral, Historic, Influential, Worshiped, Peacemaker, Empathetic, Soulful, Forgiving, United, Worldly, Inspirational, Teacher, Colorless……………FREE.


                          Rest In Peace

English: Nelson Mandela in Johannesburg, Gaute...

The Christmas Room


It is the morning of the second of December.  All that I hoped to accomplish yesterday has been finished.  The front room of my cozy house has been transformed into a wintry-wonderland.  Even from the kitchen it smells of freshly scented pine.  Wooden toy soldiers stand tall, and our “smaller-than-usual” tree looks regal twinkling to those who pass it by from the outside looking in.

Before I’m off to Arizona in the short weeks ahead, there is a lesson here.  Whenever I stroll through the glow of my “Christmas Room,” if I stop to find the belly of a comfy chair, or rest deep within the down sofa there, it is my quiet time.  Time to close my eyes to feel the warmth wash over me.  Time to take it all in, the peacefulness surrounding me.  Time to remember the true meaning of the season.  God’s gift to all of us upon this earth……his first born son.

English: Nativity scene