I began to write what I thought was something having to do with my own angst. But as the lines came out, I kept remembering Anderson... his show today about the two babies abandoned; and his book about his own observations and struggles. So, I borrowed a line from him... and Anderson, this one's for you.
Paul says he was given a thorn
In the flesh.
How blessed he was to have known
he had a fresh perspective of his troubles?
Sure...that's what WE say...all we have to
do is read it.
Okay, Paul said that too--but it could not
have been that easy!
Look...
To all who have persevered in struggle:
There are things that permanently change you
And all you can say is..."So be it."
I'm bitter...yes.
I'm torn...yes.
I will forever mourn someone I love--YES!
And that slap of silence that reset the clock
is proof that love existed...so don't mess with it.
Please.
No pep-talk, no cliches
Okay to disagree with me, but do not try to clean
up my mess.
This sort of life I did not wish...but so it is!
You want a better attitude or a different view?
I can try-- but that's up to you.
You want the truth.
Okay, here goes:
I bleed and bleed and it never stops.
I'm angry at God--why did he do this??
For this life I did not wish; but so it is!
I need to change my attitude?
Really, thanks for noticing!
Look...
I hurt.
And you can do nothing about it!
You don't wanna hear that?
Sorry! For this life, I did not
wish--but so it is!
I cannot inflict that on you?
Okay... but why not?--when I'll feel
this all my life?
Don't you bleed? Don't you hurt?
What have you been through?
Ahhh, now the shoe's on the other foot!
Be fair:
Maybe I don't want your victory tales.
Just allow me to say "I don't care about that now."
Your rhetoric I cannot swallow; just let me be.
You talk to to me of hope; when mine's been shattered.
My heart is hollow, I'm a tattered mess.
This is all I have.
To all who've persevered in struggle:
There are things that permanently change you,
and all you can say is: "So be it."
I'm bitter...yes.
I'm torn...yes.
I will forever mourn someone I love--YES!
And that slap of silence that reset the clock is all
that's left!
So don't mess with it
Please.
No pep-talk, no cliches.
Okay to disagree with me, but do not try
to clean up my mess!
Maybe I'll cry myself to sleep--
Who knows?
For this life, I did not wish--
but so it is.
CES (C) 2011.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Me
I am passionate and sensitive
And speak my mind
Sometimes I hush when I think
my words might hurt...
But every time I've done that
the time would again come for me to
Speak my mind:
"This is who I am"
Feel things with everything you have--
That's me!
I know no other way
I must wring things out till there's
No moisture left,
Because I tasted every drop
For this, some have been unhappy...
with me; my temperament gets in their way
My intention is not to dismay anyone;
but I must speak my mind
I only want to find peace, but stir things
up--I did it again, I know!
I'm only being real
No pretense, no fake-- for goodness
sake, I won't lie to you!
That isn't fair, right?
What can I do but be sincere?
It's hard when wounds of a friend
won't let you pretend
Would you like me to kiss you on
the cheek and sweep all under the rug?
I can't...I won't
How does it help when God can see
right through the coating of sugar and
spice and everything nice?
My weakness is dwelling--
On what cannot be changed--Yes
But I can't sell you some story that
I'm fine, and then guess what is truth
Lets reason if we can, and know that we
have not lied, leaving integrity where Christ
already died. Why should we?
If I must leave behind my hopes defered to cope
with this stroke of events, let's adjourn
I cannot water this down, or cottle an
infant sucking a bottle
I must know the truth, and grow
If here, I cannot do that...somewhere
else I must go
I AM passionet and speak my mind
The show I've put on is over
Behind the mask is me
But I can breathe-- thank God!
Why did I wait, and let the smell
of hate fill the air?
I can't lie...that isn't fair, right?
God help me when someone's feelings
I cannot spare
I am passionet amd speak my mind
And speak my mind
Sometimes I hush when I think
my words might hurt...
But every time I've done that
the time would again come for me to
Speak my mind:
"This is who I am"
Feel things with everything you have--
That's me!
I know no other way
I must wring things out till there's
No moisture left,
Because I tasted every drop
For this, some have been unhappy...
with me; my temperament gets in their way
My intention is not to dismay anyone;
but I must speak my mind
I only want to find peace, but stir things
up--I did it again, I know!
I'm only being real
No pretense, no fake-- for goodness
sake, I won't lie to you!
That isn't fair, right?
What can I do but be sincere?
It's hard when wounds of a friend
won't let you pretend
Would you like me to kiss you on
the cheek and sweep all under the rug?
I can't...I won't
How does it help when God can see
right through the coating of sugar and
spice and everything nice?
My weakness is dwelling--
On what cannot be changed--Yes
But I can't sell you some story that
I'm fine, and then guess what is truth
Lets reason if we can, and know that we
have not lied, leaving integrity where Christ
already died. Why should we?
If I must leave behind my hopes defered to cope
with this stroke of events, let's adjourn
I cannot water this down, or cottle an
infant sucking a bottle
I must know the truth, and grow
If here, I cannot do that...somewhere
else I must go
I AM passionet and speak my mind
The show I've put on is over
Behind the mask is me
But I can breathe-- thank God!
Why did I wait, and let the smell
of hate fill the air?
I can't lie...that isn't fair, right?
God help me when someone's feelings
I cannot spare
I am passionet amd speak my mind
Silver Springs
Pure Imagination...
The music brings you to me
“You could be my silver springs…“
I see your smile… your arms go around me
“Blue green colors flashing…“
The tears well up inside, with grins too.
“I would be your only dream…”
Do I want you, or the visions in my head?
Together we rock and sway, and are enraptured with each other.
“Your shinin’ autum--ocean crashing…”
You’re not here at all… it’s the music that brings you to me.
We keep dancing.
“Don’t say that she’s pretty…“
I’m only in my living room, but we
Are in a grand ballroom, bathed in light; golden
And washing over our shadows as we glide.
“And if you say that she loves you…”
And suddenly, we’re on the beach…
Grape, navy, obergene…
The purple carpet of the ocean edged with gold and kaki hues
“Baby, I don’t wanna know…”
And my imagination bubbles over.
“….time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.”
CES (C) 2009
*"Silver Springs" Fleetwood Mac (1977)
Written by Stevie Nicks
The music brings you to me
“You could be my silver springs…“
I see your smile… your arms go around me
“Blue green colors flashing…“
The tears well up inside, with grins too.
“I would be your only dream…”
Do I want you, or the visions in my head?
Together we rock and sway, and are enraptured with each other.
“Your shinin’ autum--ocean crashing…”
You’re not here at all… it’s the music that brings you to me.
We keep dancing.
“Don’t say that she’s pretty…“
I’m only in my living room, but we
Are in a grand ballroom, bathed in light; golden
And washing over our shadows as we glide.
“And if you say that she loves you…”
And suddenly, we’re on the beach…
Grape, navy, obergene…
The purple carpet of the ocean edged with gold and kaki hues
“Baby, I don’t wanna know…”
And my imagination bubbles over.
“….time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.”
CES (C) 2009
*"Silver Springs" Fleetwood Mac (1977)
Written by Stevie Nicks
Just Go With It
Tell her you love her for no particular reason.
Comment on the change in the season, and follow that up with ideas;
“Maybe we could have a picnic…or take a trip.”
Come up behind when she’s washing dishes and embrace
(hug her, kiss her cheek).
Say, “I’ll finish up in here, why don’t you sit down.”
Ask her how her week has been when sitting down to dinner.
Tell her the story of what you did to win her heart…just because…
She loves it when you talk.
Don’t worry that you don’t know where to start… just go.
She’ll wanna do whatever… without needing a goal.
She only want’s time to see into your soul… but how does one
Give method to that…so just go.
Tell her you love her for no particular reason
Yes, I know…I already said that…. See?… that’s it!
Again and again she needs to know…
This is how she sees down into your soul.
Are you motivated, captivated, amazed by who she is?
Great! There ya go… so tell her, you awesome, wonderful man!
Stand in her path, kiss her, and say, “You’re gorgeous, did you know that?”
What do you like to see on her… a particular skirt, or hat?
Let her know! She’ll lay it out on the bed the night before…
So you KNOW she’s wearing that for you!!
Her head fits on your shoulder… don’t forget that!
When she’s upset, just hold her… that’s it.
This will likely be the ‘fix” you sooo want to give…
Then, just let her have her fit…
Kleen-ex may be all you need…
Wipe her tears, kiss her head
Listen intently to what she says… again and again.
All she wants is confirmation…
It’s okay to come undone, right?
Okay… so just let her.
When she settles down--- takes some deep breaths;
Put your arms around her…and compliment…
“Honey, you know I’ve always loved…”
You finish the thought…
What do you love about her?
Her ability to multi-task?
Maybe when she asks your advice on something?
Tell her…softly… gently.
This will build her up.
If you guys have a song, notice when it plays…
Say “Hear what’s on?”
Then, let her tell the story… again…
What was it? The first anniversary of the first month?
The first lunch together?
Whatever… she’ll want to relive it.
Let her… and say…
“Yeah, I remember.”
Ask God to help you…
He’ll fill in the blanks.
Say “Thank God I have someone like you”
Whenever you can.
She only wants time to see into your soul, so,
She’ll wanna do whatever… without needing a
Goal.
So just go with it…
Tell her you love her…
“No particular reason, I just do… and honey,
I’m so glad just to be with you!!”
CES (C) 2010
Comment on the change in the season, and follow that up with ideas;
“Maybe we could have a picnic…or take a trip.”
Come up behind when she’s washing dishes and embrace
(hug her, kiss her cheek).
Say, “I’ll finish up in here, why don’t you sit down.”
Ask her how her week has been when sitting down to dinner.
Tell her the story of what you did to win her heart…just because…
She loves it when you talk.
Don’t worry that you don’t know where to start… just go.
She’ll wanna do whatever… without needing a goal.
She only want’s time to see into your soul… but how does one
Give method to that…so just go.
Tell her you love her for no particular reason
Yes, I know…I already said that…. See?… that’s it!
Again and again she needs to know…
This is how she sees down into your soul.
Are you motivated, captivated, amazed by who she is?
Great! There ya go… so tell her, you awesome, wonderful man!
Stand in her path, kiss her, and say, “You’re gorgeous, did you know that?”
What do you like to see on her… a particular skirt, or hat?
Let her know! She’ll lay it out on the bed the night before…
So you KNOW she’s wearing that for you!!
Her head fits on your shoulder… don’t forget that!
When she’s upset, just hold her… that’s it.
This will likely be the ‘fix” you sooo want to give…
Then, just let her have her fit…
Kleen-ex may be all you need…
Wipe her tears, kiss her head
Listen intently to what she says… again and again.
All she wants is confirmation…
It’s okay to come undone, right?
Okay… so just let her.
When she settles down--- takes some deep breaths;
Put your arms around her…and compliment…
“Honey, you know I’ve always loved…”
You finish the thought…
What do you love about her?
Her ability to multi-task?
Maybe when she asks your advice on something?
Tell her…softly… gently.
This will build her up.
If you guys have a song, notice when it plays…
Say “Hear what’s on?”
Then, let her tell the story… again…
What was it? The first anniversary of the first month?
The first lunch together?
Whatever… she’ll want to relive it.
Let her… and say…
“Yeah, I remember.”
Ask God to help you…
He’ll fill in the blanks.
Say “Thank God I have someone like you”
Whenever you can.
She only wants time to see into your soul, so,
She’ll wanna do whatever… without needing a
Goal.
So just go with it…
Tell her you love her…
“No particular reason, I just do… and honey,
I’m so glad just to be with you!!”
CES (C) 2010
Rest
Freedom
You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy. Daily routine has not smothered the creative thought, or the prayer I wish I had time to say…because I do! There’s time in the day to talk to you , and pray about what concerns me.
Someone driving me may get them where they need to be too, who knows?
Then they can be given a chance to serve; ,and what a joy for me to learn that a burden this is not… well, only if I let it be.
If I did it all myself, all this I would miss.
The loneliness of not having someone’s arms brings me closer to yours… and I know that married…I already am.
I snuggle in blankets all my own, my dreams uninterrupted.
Sure, I wish he were there (whoever he is) but I’m not alone.
The daily grind doesn’t steal energy, which I can use to love you more…in a song, in a poem, in a movie I’ve watched and thought;
“I’ve never noticed that before.”
When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted”
You can speak to me… and I can do the same.
I become sensitive to the person in surgery… or physical therapy… the mother whose just had a c-section, or the one struggling to see her child walk.
It’s two years too late you see.
“Why is this happening?,” she thinks.
I’m unsure…but so it was with me.
And here I am stumbling around and knocking into walls or fighting off the occasional migraine.
It’s okay…A daily grind doesn’t steal my energy…I have time to work through it.
When I’m better I can work on knitting, or just sitting in prayer.
You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy
How blessed am I!!
But what do I do?
I cry over stolen independence.
“I can’t just get in my car and leave!!”
That’s okay…it’s better if I stay…especially when my temper takes a hold of me.
I kick myself because I don’t work: “What will people think of me?”
Excuse me if I can’t make small talk:
Job? Nope.
Car? Nope
Married? Nope.
Okay…now what?
I don’t do things quickly…Yes, that’s the SAME scarf, yet unfinished.
Who would want a banner that says:
“I stretched two years of college into ten;
Going only half time, and taking classes again and again
I couldn’t pass.” ?
But I guess therein lies the blessing…the slow trickle the cake baking in the oven or the crock pot that cooks the meal long waited for.
Try to rush it, and it’s ruined.
Paul said “Would that everyone could be like me.”
I won’t lie, I’ve often wondered why.
Who want’s a banner that says:
“I can’t wait anymore.”?
Now I’m weak, right?
Besides, God will give me what I need, so it’s not true!
Awww man! Now what do I do?
You let me be child longer… with a magic and a joy.
When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted,”
You can speak to me, and I can do the same.
How blessed am I!!
CES (C) 2010.
You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy. Daily routine has not smothered the creative thought, or the prayer I wish I had time to say…because I do! There’s time in the day to talk to you , and pray about what concerns me.
Someone driving me may get them where they need to be too, who knows?
Then they can be given a chance to serve; ,and what a joy for me to learn that a burden this is not… well, only if I let it be.
If I did it all myself, all this I would miss.
The loneliness of not having someone’s arms brings me closer to yours… and I know that married…I already am.
I snuggle in blankets all my own, my dreams uninterrupted.
Sure, I wish he were there (whoever he is) but I’m not alone.
The daily grind doesn’t steal energy, which I can use to love you more…in a song, in a poem, in a movie I’ve watched and thought;
“I’ve never noticed that before.”
When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted”
You can speak to me… and I can do the same.
I become sensitive to the person in surgery… or physical therapy… the mother whose just had a c-section, or the one struggling to see her child walk.
It’s two years too late you see.
“Why is this happening?,” she thinks.
I’m unsure…but so it was with me.
And here I am stumbling around and knocking into walls or fighting off the occasional migraine.
It’s okay…A daily grind doesn’t steal my energy…I have time to work through it.
When I’m better I can work on knitting, or just sitting in prayer.
You let me be a child longer, with a magic and a joy
How blessed am I!!
But what do I do?
I cry over stolen independence.
“I can’t just get in my car and leave!!”
That’s okay…it’s better if I stay…especially when my temper takes a hold of me.
I kick myself because I don’t work: “What will people think of me?”
Excuse me if I can’t make small talk:
Job? Nope.
Car? Nope
Married? Nope.
Okay…now what?
I don’t do things quickly…Yes, that’s the SAME scarf, yet unfinished.
Who would want a banner that says:
“I stretched two years of college into ten;
Going only half time, and taking classes again and again
I couldn’t pass.” ?
But I guess therein lies the blessing…the slow trickle the cake baking in the oven or the crock pot that cooks the meal long waited for.
Try to rush it, and it’s ruined.
Paul said “Would that everyone could be like me.”
I won’t lie, I’ve often wondered why.
Who want’s a banner that says:
“I can’t wait anymore.”?
Now I’m weak, right?
Besides, God will give me what I need, so it’s not true!
Awww man! Now what do I do?
You let me be child longer… with a magic and a joy.
When aches and pains get me down in bed, and I’m tempted to say “Time wasted,”
You can speak to me, and I can do the same.
How blessed am I!!
CES (C) 2010.
The Movie in My Mind
The Movie in My Mind
I treasure the story of Anne…
“Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher…”
(Her words, not mine).
Whether in a true love’s kiss or the bliss of the smile stuck in my mind
You’ll find me thinking of you always.
Somewhere in time, I’ve seen your face, and can’t remove it from my mind… nor would I want to.
All others left behind, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
With Romeo, it ended in a mess of blood
A tragic mistake caused a flood of tears for the one he would not forsake--
Even in death.
But not really… wait!!
No, no. He’s swallowed the potion.. But she will soon awake!
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.
True. I have no argument to make.
It’s just that even so, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
See your ring as a sign, the promise that always--
You will love me.
When this clock will strike I do not know
Only how to keep you in my sights… and pray.
Someday, you’ll be real, and I’ll feel you..
Kiss my cheek.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken;
So when storms blow, and rain crashes down, drenching our
Dreams we found so appealing, how will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
When our letters yellowed with years, and fears lingering confirmed…
Will I love, will I honor?
As Queen Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher?
(Her words, not mine.)
…She was not! I hate that line!!
But still…I treasure the story…
Of Queen Anne and Henry
Tragic though the ending was, their odyssey does melt my heart.
When she was gone, the guns sounded.
He’d wanted a son, and Elizabeth he got, so shots rang out
Anne was dead.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken, so when storms blow,
And rain crashes down, drenching our dreams we found so appealing,
How will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.
True. I have no argument to make.
Just that even so, I wait for you..
With jealousy’s conclusions much more subtle
The thorns and thistles will still exist.
Can I resist the temptation to pull away?
With every emotion an ember, will the dawn break
Through? Will I remember why I love you… and stay?
“Anne of the Thousand Days” Universal, 1969.
CES (C) 2009.
I treasure the story of Anne…
“Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher…”
(Her words, not mine).
Whether in a true love’s kiss or the bliss of the smile stuck in my mind
You’ll find me thinking of you always.
Somewhere in time, I’ve seen your face, and can’t remove it from my mind… nor would I want to.
All others left behind, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
With Romeo, it ended in a mess of blood
A tragic mistake caused a flood of tears for the one he would not forsake--
Even in death.
But not really… wait!!
No, no. He’s swallowed the potion.. But she will soon awake!
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.
True. I have no argument to make.
It’s just that even so, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
See your ring as a sign, the promise that always--
You will love me.
When this clock will strike I do not know
Only how to keep you in my sights… and pray.
Someday, you’ll be real, and I’ll feel you..
Kiss my cheek.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken;
So when storms blow, and rain crashes down, drenching our
Dreams we found so appealing, how will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
When our letters yellowed with years, and fears lingering confirmed…
Will I love, will I honor?
As Queen Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher?
(Her words, not mine.)
…She was not! I hate that line!!
But still…I treasure the story…
Of Queen Anne and Henry
Tragic though the ending was, their odyssey does melt my heart.
When she was gone, the guns sounded.
He’d wanted a son, and Elizabeth he got, so shots rang out
Anne was dead.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken, so when storms blow,
And rain crashes down, drenching our dreams we found so appealing,
How will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.
True. I have no argument to make.
Just that even so, I wait for you..
With jealousy’s conclusions much more subtle
The thorns and thistles will still exist.
Can I resist the temptation to pull away?
With every emotion an ember, will the dawn break
Through? Will I remember why I love you… and stay?
“Anne of the Thousand Days” Universal, 1969.
CES (C) 2009.
Flower
Flower
Blanket cradled, and muffled the click of paws on tile.
Eyes saw dark as blanket covered my head; "Okay, go back to bed," I prayed;
but a distinctive sniffing followed.
"Oh, alright"... my grunts bitter...
Soft folds slid back, and I swum up from couch cushions.
Room rocked into focus as fumbling fingers fished for slippers.
Gleams of light hit eyes caked with sleep, and chilly air pricked arms and shoulders.
Stumbling across cluttered living room, reaching for the jacket on the wall hook.
Excited dogs are comical-- even when you're freezing...this determined little weiner
licks at the air, pants heavy, and jumps amidst sneezes and half leaps, at the clang of
collar and leash.
Clicking lock turns and red fury feet scrape the floor.
He bolts backwards, and anxious paws squash toes.
Chill of morning air prickles across the warmth of my face,
as determined breed wheezes against the restraint of my pull and trots on.
Grey clouds, black pavement, brown pebbled paths with muddy cracks--
All evidence that rain was here last night, and reason for the grunts to go on
"Aw man."
My snorting little hound darts across wet lawn, spotting the tree that squirles
had scurried up.
Reluctantly I follow, but halt as I hear dripping water, and see the little bush.
It was right between two portches-- front doors with wet walkways had a flowerbed
of mud between.
There it was, stting in puddles; drops of dew scattered askew.
It is not the bush I care about, but the blossoms growing there: delicate and pink.
Rain has spattered on them, and it has made me think "How beautiful is this?!"
When I think that the moment would not have happened at any other time, I am glad
that the soft folds slid back, and fumbling fingers fished for slippers... that glimmers of light met
eyes caked with sleep... that scurrying feet smashed toes.... that the room rocked into focus,
and cold pricked arms and legs stumbling to grab the jacket off the wall hook.
I carry the little flower home... this Camillia; too delicate to be bought in any shop would die in
a day... maybe hours.
But here it was for me to find; fresh, radiant and fine.
Sprinkled with drops of morning dew.
CES (C) 2008.
Blanket cradled, and muffled the click of paws on tile.
Eyes saw dark as blanket covered my head; "Okay, go back to bed," I prayed;
but a distinctive sniffing followed.
"Oh, alright"... my grunts bitter...
Soft folds slid back, and I swum up from couch cushions.
Room rocked into focus as fumbling fingers fished for slippers.
Gleams of light hit eyes caked with sleep, and chilly air pricked arms and shoulders.
Stumbling across cluttered living room, reaching for the jacket on the wall hook.
Excited dogs are comical-- even when you're freezing...this determined little weiner
licks at the air, pants heavy, and jumps amidst sneezes and half leaps, at the clang of
collar and leash.
Clicking lock turns and red fury feet scrape the floor.
He bolts backwards, and anxious paws squash toes.
Chill of morning air prickles across the warmth of my face,
as determined breed wheezes against the restraint of my pull and trots on.
Grey clouds, black pavement, brown pebbled paths with muddy cracks--
All evidence that rain was here last night, and reason for the grunts to go on
"Aw man."
My snorting little hound darts across wet lawn, spotting the tree that squirles
had scurried up.
Reluctantly I follow, but halt as I hear dripping water, and see the little bush.
It was right between two portches-- front doors with wet walkways had a flowerbed
of mud between.
There it was, stting in puddles; drops of dew scattered askew.
It is not the bush I care about, but the blossoms growing there: delicate and pink.
Rain has spattered on them, and it has made me think "How beautiful is this?!"
When I think that the moment would not have happened at any other time, I am glad
that the soft folds slid back, and fumbling fingers fished for slippers... that glimmers of light met
eyes caked with sleep... that scurrying feet smashed toes.... that the room rocked into focus,
and cold pricked arms and legs stumbling to grab the jacket off the wall hook.
I carry the little flower home... this Camillia; too delicate to be bought in any shop would die in
a day... maybe hours.
But here it was for me to find; fresh, radiant and fine.
Sprinkled with drops of morning dew.
CES (C) 2008.
A Wedding Poem
Wrapped Up in His Love
Here’s some afghans, pillows and scarves for when you want to be cozy and warm.
May they adorn your rooms and give them character.
Some yellow, some green; some black and white for contrast.
Take them and love your life together.
There’s a little for the kitchen
You can taste and see that the Lord is good.
A little for your living room
Where two or three can be gathered in His name.
A little for the bedroom
May it be that even at night, your hearts’ instruct you with His word.
Here’s a box of things made with love…
Take the slippers and the pillows and bright colored patches and snuggle together
Have long talks…
It may not be a paint box
with colors warm or colors cool and bright.
But…
Here’s something for a cozy chair.
Bundle up with some tea, to read Shakespeare’s quotes, or scripture God breathed…
Perhaps sheet music
“The Poet Sings,” “ I Had A Paint Box,” or the “Mahler”
Whatever inspires you.
But always in whatever you do, remember that we love you, and so does God!
To: Mr. & Mrs. Matthew Michal
From: Calvary Chapel Knitting Circle
CES (C) 2011.
Here’s some afghans, pillows and scarves for when you want to be cozy and warm.
May they adorn your rooms and give them character.
Some yellow, some green; some black and white for contrast.
Take them and love your life together.
There’s a little for the kitchen
You can taste and see that the Lord is good.
A little for your living room
Where two or three can be gathered in His name.
A little for the bedroom
May it be that even at night, your hearts’ instruct you with His word.
Here’s a box of things made with love…
Take the slippers and the pillows and bright colored patches and snuggle together
Have long talks…
It may not be a paint box
with colors warm or colors cool and bright.
But…
Here’s something for a cozy chair.
Bundle up with some tea, to read Shakespeare’s quotes, or scripture God breathed…
Perhaps sheet music
“The Poet Sings,” “ I Had A Paint Box,” or the “Mahler”
Whatever inspires you.
But always in whatever you do, remember that we love you, and so does God!
To: Mr. & Mrs. Matthew Michal
From: Calvary Chapel Knitting Circle
CES (C) 2011.
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