Blessed by You

When I met you,
I said to myself,
“There can only be one.”
So it is.

In this whole world,
I have never met anyone
That remotely compares to you.
Your gifts are many.

The way you talk,
The way you walk,
The way you laugh, and, yes,
Even the way you cry.

But the most distinguishing
Characteristic about you
Is the way you love.
You have a way

Of touching
What is most tender in a person,
Blessing it,
And watching it grow.

The heart of goodness
Thrives with you.
The hurting person
Is healed by you.

The starving person
Is fed by you.
The lonely person
Is welcomed by you.

We can all learn something
From watching your heart and mind
In action.
We are all blessed by you.

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Let’s Decipher Iron & Wine’s “Flightless Bird, American Mouth”

I like this interpretation. Give the song a listen. It’s great, no matter how you interpret it.

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I have been listening over and over again to the song “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine. I first fell in love with it in the ‘Twilight’ movie. And now I have had it on repeat since I started listening to the soundtrack. It’s a great soundtrack, almost as good as the Garden State soundtrack.

So, I was trying to find out the meaning of the song on the internet, to no avail. So I thought I would throw my hat in the ring. Now, most people have written on sites and blogs that they find the song to have a political message. I see where that comes from if you choose to look at the song in that way. Now, songs can have several meanings, let’s not be like my 10th grade English teacher, who said every poem has one and only one meaning, HERS. Although…

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The long lost art of the Smile.

This is a great sentiment, and a good point! 🙂

Writings of a Mrs

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Have you forgotten how to smile?

Have you forgotten how to be patient and kind?  Have you forgotten how to be thoughtful, helpful?  When was the last time that you opened a door for someone, went to their aid when they dropped their books?  When was the last time that you connected with a stranger through a meaningful exchange?  When was the last time you asked after someone’s well being? Weekend?  Family?  And actually meant it and were eager to hear the answer?

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Poetry is Not the Giving Tree

Chillin’ in my chair,
Trying not to stare
Into the distance
As I feel my stance

Wobbly beneath me.
A busy day, costly
To my mind and body.
But brings home for thrifty

Purchases of necessities.
Do you blame me
For leaving early
Today? Every

Day, I give my energy
To my company,
Hell or high sea.
Sometimes I see

How it rearranges me.
I wonder if there could be
Some other job for me,
But it’s not likely.

So, even though
I don’t say no
To opportunity,
My situation tires me.

Could there be
Another way for me
To make money?
Poetry is not the Giving Tree

That I wish it could be.
Skeptically,
You look at me,
Saying, “But it could be!”

Oh, Poetry!
How you edify me!
But you don’t feed me.
Slinking slowly

Out of reality,
I have a fantasy
Of how it could be,
But, alas, I am not free

To write constantly.
I must work to see
My paycheck biweekly
Deposited, usually.

So you ask me,
“Don’t you want to be
All that you could be?”
It is enough for me

To pay my usury.
My creditors love me
For my money,
Not my poetry!

Renewed

Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.

In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.

Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.

We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle

To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,

All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,

From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.

And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked

By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times

Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen

To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,

And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.

When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies

Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.

We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.

Renewed

Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.

In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.

Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.

We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle

To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,

All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,

From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.

And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked

By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times

Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen

To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,

And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.

When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies

Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.

We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.

The Miracle of Mercy

Caressing a leaf,
Fallen from the tree of life,
I trace the intricate veins
With the tip of my finger.

What things that tree has seen
Over eons of history,
A tortured pattern
Of vicious destruction.

The human race,
Seeking to dominate,
May in turn eradicate
All life from earth.

On that final day,
We will shed a tear
For the broken promises,
The wicked schemes.

Oh, in so many ways,
How things have gone awry.
Brother killing brother,
The best have shown themselves

To be far from perfect.
But in these jaded times,
All of us have to pull together,
For no one person has the strength

To carry all the wounded,
To heal all the hurting,
To mend all the broken
Tapestries of life.

When we bind ourselves
To each other,
When we lay our bodies down,
So that another creature

Can make it one more day,
We become an integral part
Of the redemption of humankind,
And the miracle of mercy.

Trouble

Stepping across
An infinite chasm,
I see the glint
Of your shiny, white teeth.

Are you asking
For forgiveness,
Or are you not
Sorry at all?

Making amends
Heals the wound,
But tomorrow,
We start digging again.

How many times
Do we have to go
Down the same road
Before we realize

It’s a dead end?

Maybe there is hope
For two souls
Entwined in love
And struggle.

Maybe through the
Crucible of pain
We can be forged
Into something

Entirely different.

All our faults,
Our insecurities
And weaknesses…
Can they create?

Strength in weakness.
Is it possible?
Can we turn the tables
On logic?

I hope so.
If not, we’re in trouble.

The Motions

Marching down the aisle,
I see you coming
From far away, somehow.
Are you the same?

You tender such a plus
To say you are fine.
You don’t refer to us
When you complain.

How is it that we
Always come to this,
Spinning in circles,
Never ending?

It seems like
The same old thing
Happening again.
What is true?

Is this real,
Or an illusion?
Are we in love,
Or just going through

The motions?

Happy?

Laughing upside down,
Turning round and round.
Running down to where
I found you on the stairs.

Hell, if I know.
Can’t you see how angry I am?
Can’t you feel the fleas
Biting you, happily?

Are you my friend?
Sometimes, I don’t know.
Often, I feel like I am
All alone.

Who was that on the phone?
Was it the one that was
To blame for all these things
That tear me from you from me?

How happily you say that
When you tell me
How much you hate to see
Things come together rhythmically.

Are you really here?
Will you be staying long?
Will my frown turn to a smile
When I see you come clean?

What do you think
It looks like to be happy?
Who do you think
Is really that way?

Anybody?