Poetry

So I had this whole post, Is Two Enough? , written and then somehow my page got frozen and I couldn’t edit a thing.   So it’s been rather annoying.  I’m attempting to recreate the post by jumping back and forth from one post to another!  AND YES!   I am definitely getting to this a bit late!    

Miss Kate chose the number Two as the word prompt this week.  In my mind it’s a bit of an odd choice, but it did stimulate a number of ideas in my mind. So let’s see where I got with this one eh?

Is Two Enough?

Thinking of the word two, I
consider my most recent review,
Two Together, which is almost completed.
Two friends, quite different from each other,
who discover joy taking an adventure together.
Perhaps, I could rehash it and make this post
about those choices in friendship, but

It takes two to make a family grow,
most of them time, it just takes
the two, but occasionally help is needed,
and so doctors, nurses, specialists, etc
all play a role, helping families expand, and
other times even lawyers, judges
and social workers play a role, and again,

Two become one as a marriage
grows, deepening as good relationships
do over time. Till eventually you can’t
imagine the one person without the other.
A couple becoming more through time,
harder to break together than apart, still

Is Two Enough?
They say that three is better than two,
after all a three strand cord is hard to break.
And God himself is three, the triune God,
And since God is perfect, and very much sovereign,
one can see that perhaps, at times,
two is most definitely not enough.

And marriages, based in God, are much stronger,
seeing God as their source and guide.
The firmer that couple stands on God,
the more surety (in the time of uncertainty),
that marriage has to stand, to hold fast,
to beat the odds (so to speak).
Two plus one, gives us that unbreakable
three cord strand. A good thing yes?

So is two enough?
Sometimes!
And well, sometimes not so much.
Take the help when you need eh? 🙂

God Speaks

Ecclesiastes 4:12

And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.

John 1:1, 14

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.

This past weekend I took Advantage, and in a moment or so I’ll tell you all about it, but in the meantime what does the word advantage mean to you?   You could think of it as the opposite of disadvantage, and see that counterpoint only.  Or you could wander down that road of seeing all the advantages you’ve had in life, or the advantages you see in the lives of others and then play the comparison game.  It’s can be hard at times to simply accept the good in your life and/or in the lives of others.  Come see what others have to say over at Kate’s blog. 

I Took Advantage

I took advantage this past weekend
for a chance to get away,
visiting a friend who
lives some hours away.

We met at a decent half-way point
in a house denominationally provided
Food, cards, and a willingness to chat
Filled four day of togetherness.

Hubby came along for the ride
a chatterbox he was!
Normally a story plays, but
this time conversation ensued.

It
was
SO
nice.

Time together with
those you love is one of the
best things possible you know?

Even if it’s a simple weekend
of playing cards, board games, and
going out for ice cream. All sandwiched
between good food and laughter.

Discovering upon our return
that our son took advantage as well.
Eating pizza, going out with friends, and
ignoring dishes and laundry…

Returning to the daily
grind was more difficult than imagined.
A rainy day with tired muscles that
ached beyond aching.

I’d rather be sitting and
playing cards and chatting with
a friend, it’s so true,
My heart aches to do it again.

Closing Thoughts

So I wrote most of this poem last night and was pondering it more today.  Just as I love spending time with friends and family, so too, the Lord God likes to spend time with us, his family.   Just as I long to spend more time with my hubby and friends, he longs to do the same. 

He is so patient, and yet at times demanding, filling my mind with “how do I”, and “what can I change?” as I seek to answer that demand. Struggling with tries that don’t fit and refiguring what just might, and yet, feeling overloaded with too much of everything. But God is patient, he will continue to call, and remind, and occasionally poke just a bit harder.  And in time, better communication will happen. 

It’s been a lovely weekend filled with conversation, gardening, selling rabbits, and a time driving with my fellow.  We did our best to avoid construction but…. some was unavoidable but not too bad.  Hopefully it will be winding down soon.  I’ve realized my time is drawing short to do some of the things I want to do before the bad weather hits….  Makes me feel pressured in my head you know?   So taking time to think through a word prompt helps with that.  Draws me out of myself.  This poem What is Youth is the result of pondering Miss Kate’s word prompt Youth this week. 

What is Youth

What is youth?
The question is begged
by older ladies toddling around
a store, searching determinedly for
what is needed, falling within budgets.

Like a toddler with limits imposed
by a mother, learning that for all
his determination, somethings, just
aren’t going to happen.

Bumps and bruises cover his body,
reaching for something, a tad bit
out of reach and leaning, a fall
happened with a gentleman trying
hard to be helpful.

Bumps and bruises cover her body,
this determined little wildcat,
setting off to catch the world on fire,
and learning that some fires should
be slowly built and nurtured so
they don’t burn out in pain.

The crack of a bat in the
oldtimer’s league,
the squeal of delight
in the middle school
lacrosse game winning score.

The stupid decisions of
an 90 year colliding with
the idiotic decisions of a
25 year old, both ending up
shaking their heads at the silliness
of their ways.

So just what is youth?
Pride in accomplishment,
learning from decisions made,
unsteadiness in mobility?

Is it just a number
or a mindset?

Some are “old before their time”
and others seem to just
“never grow up”.

The bible says in 1 Timothy
Let no one despise you for your youth,
but set the believers an example in speech,
in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity.

and in Proverbs 20 we read
The glory of the young is their strength; 
the gray hair of experience is the splendor of the old.

Regardless of age, respect is due 1 Timothy
Do not rebuke an older man harshly,
but exhort him as if he were your father. 
Treat younger men as brothers.

So Defeat Wasn’t was inspired by one little furball named Ivy.  She’s a fun, interesting cat.  VERY much my hubby’s cat though I provide all the necessaries for her. Today was flea treatment day and she’s VERY unhappy with me.  First I caught her, then I confined her, then I had the AUDACITY to put wet stuff on her!   She’s been mad at me all night.  Would hardly even come for supper. The funny part was… hubby wasn’t involved this time  (normally he helps) and she wouldn’t go anywhere near him and kept giving him the stink eye.  She’s a handful and challenge and helps me to be inventive!  🙂 

So Defeat Wasn’t

It sat there,
staring at me.
Written all over it’s face
I have beaten you!

One three pound cat
determination roiling in her
tiny, lithe body.
You won’t get me in
that tub! YOU WON’T.

It sat there,
staring at me.
Written all over it’s face
I have beaten you!

That book I want to write
it keeps playing tricks
with my brain, but I can’t
get it figured, so it ends.

It sat there,
staring at me.
Written all over it’s face
I have beaten you!

Black and white body
twisting to squirt a
foul smelling scent
caught up in a trap.

Little did they know that
defeat isn’t always what you think it is.
Sometimes seeming defeat
turns it’s head upon you.

A towel and gloves are wonderful
things against a determined mite.
Perhaps another book presents
itself, in the form of poetry not stories.
One black and white being
finds itself confronted with a tarp
wrapped around a live trap so no harm, no foul.

This makes me think of one who
thought they had won!
Jesus died, on the cross,
Evil was victor!
but then tables turned
death was beaten.
So defeat… wasn’t!