If you had a crystal ball,
Would you really take a look?
If you could see it all,
If the future was an open book?
Perhaps you’d take just a peak
To get a glimpse of what’s to come
Is that what you would seek
Of the future, to know only “some”?
Or in this, would you have no part?
Preferring to take each day as new
Keeping the future in the dark
Waiting til each day comes into view
Looking back over what’s come before
I know the choice I would make
I’ve already handled so much more
Than I ever thought I could take
I wouldn’t look ahead, even if I could
I prefer to let the future unfold
Facing what comes, for ill or good
Trusting I’ll have God’s hand to hold.
We have started enjoying squash and zucchini from the spring garden. We are watching the tomatoes and eggplants grow, and Mark harvested our potatoes this morning. I guess you can find instructional videos about anything on the internet!
Some folks asked for more detail on how I added a shuttle race to my table loom. I hope the video below helps. Please note that I used the tarp clips because I like that they hold the stick steady if I wedge it between them. You could just tie the stick directly to the loom beater. You may have to fiddle with it a bit to get it to hang straight. Your stick should only be about an inch wide and should rest just below the warp threads.
Nothing much happened
No minor catastrophes,
No major problems,
Nothing to whine about.
No big accomplishments,
No small contributions,
Nothing to brag about.
But a friendly hello,
Time with loved ones,
So much to smile about.
Happened to be glorious
We went to check on the egrets at Murphy Park in Taylor and then drove up to Berry Springs Park in Georgetown. It was a lovely day to be out and we saw plenty of flowers, birds, ducks, and turtles. Jax enjoyed the car ride, walk and treats from our lunch. What a nice day!
Wondering if the map is showing
Where I am going or where I’ve been
The path to travel or the journey’s end
Can you really be lost
When the road is still there
When you are at least headed ‘somewhere’?
We can worry too much
About the destinations and the goal
About how we will pay the toll
I hope for a different way
Take what comes, turn toward the light
Trust that things will turn out right
Fold up the map, put away the plans
Even though it isn’t something you could foresee
You’ve ended up where you were meant to be
Life seems to workout somehow
Enjoy the journey, take in the view
Trust that God will see you through
Forgive how many times? the disciples did ask
And when the answer came, they weren’t up to the task
Seventy times seven our Lord was heard to say
To do that, we will surely have to pray
Of course we think to ourselves now and then
I can forgive a new offense and maybe even ten
But it is the hurt from long ago that haunts us still
And forgiving that takes more than just our will
Not 140 separate offenses against me were done
Good lord, no, it was only the one
Revisited again and again in my minds eye
Feeding anger or a wounded heart til I cry
So maybe that was what He meant
Lest too many wasted days are spent
Look up so you can move on
Forgive over and over until the pain is gone
Forgive offenses old and new
But know that sometimes once just won’t do
So when dark reminiscence creeps in
Forgive once, then twice, and then forgive all over again
I have written poetry and prose since I was a kid, but seldom share my writings with anyone other than my husband, Mark. Over the last couple of years, I have shared poems with a dear cousin who also writes poetry. I will slowly add some here, to share and to have a place for me to store them.
Seeing pictures in the clouds
Making stories for the faces in the crowds
A kid who is bored will do these things
This and more, imagination brings
Catching bugs in an old mayonnaise jar
Making a wish on the earliest star
Nothing to do, no games to play
Sometimes it’s meant to be this way
I fear we are coloring all the spaces in
Filling the silence with an endless din
How can imagination come out to play
When there’s no gap, no space left today
Insight, creativity, and growth need light
Sounds can’t echo without a space in between
Why is it that
no matter how fast I run
or how slowly I plod
the space between there and here stays the same?
Is the horizon a mirage?
It is elusive,
hard to keep in focus
like a goal I just can’t reach
Or is it like a dance partner?
With every step I take forward
It moves another step away.
But that would mean I am leading
Surely I am not meant to do so.
I don’t think we were meant
To pursue, to chase, to catch
Maybe the horizon is nothing more
Than a reference point,
A reminder that
We are always moving toward something
Something bigger, better, more.
Perhaps God gave us the horizon
To show us this