A Net in Time

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Place

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Once upon a time in a far off place
There lived a man in his tiny little space
He built up a business and he made himself a home
And decided that he would never more roam.

And…
I completely lost it. I had it all worked out in my head and started typing and it disappeared on me.

This week’s word from Miss Kate is Place.  And I had this poem all set up in my head and it’s annoying how sometimes it all just disappears. 

Place

Oh give me a home
A place to call my own
A spot that is a place for me.
I want to stay
Find a place to play.
It’s where I want to be.

One man and two cats
And a boy as busy as that.
A student as well,
I know it’a real swell
And it rounds out our small family.
Our family

Hop Hop bunnies go
Stomp and squeal when things don’t go well.
And possums come and play
Wanting a place to stay.
And find a live trap waiting there.
Waiting there.

Home home is my place
Mice and cats nibble my lace
And guinea pigs squeal
Calling out for their meal.
And bring smiles quick to my face
To my face.




Building in Bunnies

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I’ve been pondering this word build since late last night.  So many different directions this word can go in.  I thought about doing a post mixing all my thoughts together but that just doesn’t seem the way to go.   Ergo I’ll go in the direction my heart most leans today. 

building in bunnies, a tale in mentoring

Monday past
I had a chance a boy to meet
His mom ‘longside
“Remember me”? The query came.

“Lincoln was the bunnies name. A black and white”
Ah.. memories flood back the bunny show!
How I love to watch the kids
To encourage their efforts, much it means.

A chance to help To encourage a lad
Raising bunnies Wasn’t all that bad.
It’s fun to see the bunnies grow

But even better to watch that interest grow
To Build knowledge, to answer questions
An interest to show and wait for
that quick grin, the nod of understanding.

To mentor A youngster with bunnies it means
Less death, less hurt, Less difficulty.
For all concerned, bunny and lad alike.

Yesterday a bunny rehomed
Off with a younger brother of that self-same boy.
So many questions asked, so many more to answer.
And me… just an email away.

And today, a reaching out down
A young rabbit down,
The question of why

So questions were asked
What causes this thing, help me to know
What steps I need to take
To protect the rest that I own

Mentoring happens from both sides you see
There is always someone who
Knows more or better yet has gone through it before
And so grins of delight are felt
As two parties grow.

Building in bunnies,
like with anything else
is a two-way street
Mentoring and learning goes a long way.

Where Are You?

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I asked my son this morning what the word where meant to him, that it was the word prompt from Miss Kate.   His response?   Where are you?

I figure it’s as good a place to start as anywhere right?

Where are You, a poem

Where are you?
This phrase runs through my mind
as I ponder the word Where.
My son bids me think
Where are you?

Where am I you might ask
I could simply say
Sitting in my comfy chair with
My laptop in front as SUITS
Plays on the TV making me laugh.

Where am I?
Could also show me checking my phone
wondering if my sweetheart is messaging me
Chatting as the mill runs. Staying in contact.
Sharing highlights of our day.
Today I told him of a clock radio
and shared a discovery we made.

Where am I?
My heart it frets as bit
as it always done when our youngest
is away. Wondering if he’ll be shivering
in a tent or as warm as he think he’ll be.
FTX with the Army Cadets.
Excitement folds his brain.
While I am happy to see him go,
my mama’s heart…well…You know. 🙂

Where am I?
Right here
Right now
But…. elsewhere.

Will the Faithful Stand?

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Miss Kate puts together a writing challenge for a group of people called the Five Minute Friday community.  We have a facebook group too!    This week the word is Convenient, and I invite you to come join us.

Will the Faithful Stand
Photo by Kendal James on Unsplash

Pondering the word convenient thoughts run through my mind.
At how this world LOVES the convenient.

Fast food galore.
Drive throughs.
Easy chairs in the theatre.
Ready made meals.
Microwaves and Insta-Pots.

Convenience surrounds us
Sometimes I wonder if all this convenience
is truly advantageous to us?

Is it acceptable or beneficial
for us to have everything so easily at hand?

This week I have seen on facebook
the easy attack on prime ministers, presidents
and smiling teenage boys.

In a day of easy convenience
It’s become agreeable and acceptable
to jump on the bandwagon
To not do the leg work.

Having a life of convenience
Has the unfortunate result of
also making us lazy.

Not wanting to take the time to make
homemade mac and cheese
Or a lasnagna made from scratch
or spend the time laughing with a loved one
when making a quick stir fry.

When did convenience get in the way
Of us truly living and thinking
through our lives.

Has it all come down to the quick fix?
Quick emotions
Fast meals
The helpful short-cuts
So distracted we can’t even take the time
To talk and think
To really acknowledge what is most important?

These beneficial and time-saving
Ways filter down into
How we live out our faith

With five minute devotionals
Quick read prayer books
Where’s the deep thought into
a Bible passage?

The willingness to do the
hardwork to show God’s Glory to the
world at large?

Can we handle the backlash?
Do we understand the need for a long view approach?
Can we in this immediate gratification society
understand the need for patience and fortitude?

I don’t know in this convenience driven
Fast food culture.
Will the faithful stand?

Who is my influence?

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Boldly going where no one has gone before.
or not

As I think about the word influence, nothing comes to me beyond a vague wondering… what influences me? What shapes my words and actions. How do I put into words this vague fogginess of wondering?

Who is my influence? What makes an influence in my life?

Coming up unawares
I didn’t really notice until
I was mid-way through my 20’s
and I heard my mother’s words coming out of my mouth.
It shocked me.
Startling me into silence.
I hadn’t intended to ever sound like my mother.

Don’t misunderstand
My love for my mom runs fierce.
But teen years arguments and yelling
filled the spaces between us.
And yet, her words and her wisdom
keep flooding through my voice.
But memories sometimes
Fill my heart with pain.

I work best all on my own
I’ve known this to be true
Handed down from my father
Independently minded, not dealing well
with the pressures of others.
Along with a tisk and harumph
when things weren’t done right.

Shades of my father
pour through when I talk with my lad.
Sometimes he’s as lost as I was at his age
when a tisk and harumph
Make there way, but…
Unlike his mother my lad is bold and persistent
What Mom, why that noise?
And so my boy and I learn to
Actually WORK together,
talking, laughing, learning.

A blow to the gut
A whack upside the head
A pile and laughter and choking
So alone I feel
the butt of all jokes.
This influences me, even today some
(gasp) 50 years later.
Reminds me often, that life
Isn’t fair but it is manageable.

A cord runs through
One that helps me continually
To seek a different perspective.
A cord that holds me
And reminds me repeatedly
Because memories of anger and shouting
Hold me away sometimes
Yelling at God WHY why did you make me this way.

And he calls
and he holds and
he ALWAYS reminds.
Seek me, find me.
Part of the proof
That you are mine
And Never shall I let you Go
And never shall you be ever alone.

Influence like that
Runs deep.
Influence like that
Lets me love a boy child something fierce
Lets me hold a hubby close
Lets me remember family is ever important.

Influence, ah… surprises.



Won’t you join us in the five minute Friday writing community?  We are a fun group and Miss Kate is our leader.   This week the word is Influence. 

Better

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Time heals all wounds
they say
Give it time they say
It'll get better.

But still it sits
The memory comes back
Time and again.
Shame, loathing fills a heart.

As I read through the book of John
I see Peter
Denying his Lord
Three times, and the cock crowed.

I see myself in Peter
You know
Denying the Lord
Questioning what I know

Caught up in the moment
Forgetting myself
Worried about things
Not trusting the truth.

I need to remember
Failures don't define
Peter went on to become
A stalwart in the faith.

Yet I don't see myself
Getting better
I just see myself
Continuing to struggle.

To deal with the shame
of my continued
Constant
Failure.

How to Get past it?
I do not know.
I just live
Each day Striving.

I know God's Grace is real
I know abundant life
Waits just around the corner
I know this.

And sometimes
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
And I stand on wonderment
At what will be better. 

And again I believe.

This is a poem based on the Five minute Friday word provided by Miss Kate.   Today’s word is better.  Won’t you come join us?   Write for five minutes, share with others, be encouraged as you encourage others. 

With Completeness

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This is the last five minute Friday post until the new year.  Miss Kate has given us the word Prompt With. 

with completeness, text on black background with white flower
Photo by Jimmy Chang on Unsplash
  • Side by Side
  • Hand to Hand
  • Together.
  • Recently seen
  • A woman
  • Created out of
  • Man.

  • Man’s incompleteness
  • Makes a woman Complete.
  • Interesting thought
  • Pondering happens.
  • Could incompleteness in one
  • Be the means of making
  • Another Complete?
  • Or How about the opposite?
  • Could completeness in one being
  • Make another being complete?
  • Ooh…another compelling notion.
  • And then as I pause in my
  • Consideration
  • I remember
  • Man is no incomplete
  • Our failings so obvious
  • Even in our strivings we fail.
  • We lack completeness.
  • Yet
  • Stop and Think
  • Jesus is complete.
  • Perfect man, divine God
  • His perfection led him to a terrible end.
  • Why?
  • So his completeness, his perfection
  • By our belief
  • Will make us complete.
  • See in first Adam
  • His incompleteness made
  • Complete woman.
  • And now
  • Second Adam
  • His completeness combined with our belief
  • Makes our incompleteness
  • Complete, Whole, Perfect
  • Isn’t it amazing?