Hmmm...

I know it is just plain silly to complain about the weather and live in Michigan.
It is the epitomy of the true oxymoron if ever there was one.
Nonetheless, I just don't think it's too much to ask for Mr. Weather to
make up his stinking mind. And yes, he is male, for only men can be this
irritating ( just kidding). Only to be followed by children hehe. (Not kidding here)
I don't think it is asking too much for a trend in one direction or another
to make dressing, driving , planning, shopping and just plain living easier.
I really don't need it to be 7 degrees one day and 50 the next. If it is going
to be cold...then just be cold. This see saw effect is making my sinus' and ears
do flip flops. And everytime I think the snow has past...oh no, here comes
another round. Don't get me wrong, I love a break in between snow storms,
but come on, it's March already. I don't want to see anymore snow and it
could be dangerous for the news forcaster that says we are getting any....
I'm just sayin.
I am not looking for Summer weather yet, just some milder even temps
without the freezing fluctuations that ruin my flower buds for the entire season.
And come on....More Sunshine Please....I am feeling a bit vaclempt and
want to leave hibernation.
Okay, okay, I will stop whining. But seriously.....

My day began with stress. I know, right? Imagine that even. Well, it all began with getting the 17 year old to the bus stop by 6:30, racing home to get the 8 year old ready for school, get my hair done, and pack the kitty up for her visit to the vet to be "fixed". Sheer madness. Racing around clear across town and back to get the youngest to school by 8:45 was almost impossible.
Luckily he arrived on time and from there I hit the road home to pick up some supplies, then off to my mother's house to carpool to Chenery Auditorium.
Because I dearly love my sister, I was willing to skip my usual bedtime to hear the Kalamazoo Symphony, watch the Kalamazoo Ballet Academy dancers, and my sister and Jay perform.
I am so glad I went. The musical was so uplifting. The dancers a delight. And my sister and Jay, I couldn't be prouder.
There were two extremely phenomenal things I saw and heard there today.
First, there was a high school girl who solo'd on her violin and her fingers were flying so fast I just could not keep up. She was amazing. Such talent.
Second, was a sixth grade girl who composed a piece via piano that the symphony transformed into a masterpiece. Her piece was so beautiful. I was enthralled.
So much accomplishment in these young ladies. I can only imagine how much it will multiply with age.
Anyway, it inspired these thoughts in me today.

Can you hear the music playing or is it only in my head?
Your stare is blank yet kind "What was that?", you said.
I know your being polite and my sanity is in question.
Never fuss with one of "Them", I guess you learned that lesson.
How sad you miss the melody, such a beautiful refrain.
If you could merely hear the tune that's playing in my brain.
The aria of angelic voices, the metronome keeps time.
Oh the joyous composition leaves me so sublime.
"It's your loss", I think at last. Saddened none the less.
If only I could share the genius of my wonderful mess.

Okay, so, today was one of those days that left me truely feeling old. My almost 17 year old daughter wanted to see the Jonas Brothers movie in 3D.
Upon arriving at the theater, seeing all the young teenagers there, I decided I was not staying with her for the movie. Too much noise. And, amazingly...too expensive. $15 a ticket for a movie, 3D or not is a bit much in my opinion.
But I digress. So, anyway, I realized as I got back into the car that I have indeed reached oldomn. You know, that place when you choose to pass something special up with someone you love because you just can't deal with the side effect.....waaay too many girls screaming at the Jonas Brothers. Yeesh. Color me gone.

Okay, so this poem is rediculously old hehe. I wrote this as a class project. Yes, it is very dark, but it was my teen years....c'mon.

Darkness

Darkness is a state
of which I am afraid.
And yet it seems so long
after all the time I've stayed.
It surrounds me like a circle,
a never ending twine.
To some it can encourage.
To some it can incline.
That it is even better,
but this I cannot see.
For the darkness that surrounds me,
will never set me free.
But then perhaps when it's my turn,
when all my time is gone.
All my fears inside I'll burn
and greet it like the dawn.

Simple thoughts from a simple mind.

Reedeming Grace

Redeeming Grace of light from thee
my precious, dearest Lord.
How often have I pondered thee,
in Heaven up above.
I know you live within my heart.
Your voice it speaks to me.
You've washed me clean,
and healed my pain.
You've truely set me free.
I'm covered in your rightousness,
clothed in purest love.
Redeeming Grace of light from thee,
my precious, Lord above.

Do you ever just feel battle weary? If you do, then you will know exactly where I am coming from here.

My War and Peace

When Shadows fall and darkness arrives,
I will seek the peace that slumber brings.
Like liquid clouds that blanket my eyes,
sleep has arrived.
Take me on my magic carpet
to a land that has no time;
where memories are sure to fade
and dreams come for those who wait.
Immerse my soul in the One who loves me,
safe until dawn, when he will awaken me
fresh and renewed.
Ready for battle,
eager for peace,
I await his command.
Resisting the enemy,
loving all others,
continuing the day,
I then long for rest,
knowing I am in his care once more.

This poem reflects my walk with the Father. Boy do I require a great deal of reminding, reprimanding, and reflecting. Luckily, I also receive comfort, joy, and peace.

Brilliant

The stalks of flowers,
reaching as desperate arms seeking your love.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The balmy air and dew kissed ground.
The star filled nights.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The intricate snowflakes,
never two the same.
The white blanket to cover the earth.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The rustling of leaves.
The whisper of wind.
The colors of Autumn.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The tears that cry,
when loved ones die.
My heart that beats for you.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

Thoughts of my nieces.

Hannah and Katie

As if you were my own,
I treasure you.
Like precious jewels that sparkle and shine,
light reflectling, refracting, transparently
beautiful you are.
Such wonders youth holds for you.
Like branches reaching,
striving to grow far too quickly,
your progress amazes me.
Unlikened beauty,
rarely seen by mere mortals,
lovely you are.
Undeniebly blessed by the kisses
of thesweetest angels your rosy cheeks and fairest hair
are mere reminders of untold wealth.
Let not time diminish the wonder of all that is you.
Nor fear remove the glorious gift of health.
And I shall observe your transition,
although sad to see it happen too soon,
from afar.

Thoughts of my youngest.

Priceless

Such elemental beauty can be seen
glistening like the morning sunshine on the dew kissedground.
The azure glow of your eyes shimmers on
like the blue sky meeting the highest mountaintop.
Hazelnuts and acorns the color of your crown
cascading like waterfalls dreaming of one day reaching land.
Melodic and rhythmic the sounds that emanate
from chords like a glorious aria.
Nimble and purposeful your hands conduct
unknown symphonies yet to be heard.
Deliberate and graceful each step away
from the child within to the angelic creature youshall become.
I am blessed to witness such creation,
knowing the true artist's design is unflawed.

Thoughts of my daughter.

Kylie

My likeness,
his too,
and yet unique,
that my dear is you.
Eyes that that dazzle,
twinkle and shine.
A smile so contageous,
deliberate and divine.
I held you that day,
so fragile and small.
My tears became a waterfall.
God's blessing,
daddy's girl,
my new baby,
your new world.
My heart so swollen,
my words so few.
My daughter it's true,
I love you,I do.

More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

SHED NOT A TEAR

Shed not a tear for me;
lest it trickle from your face
like the sweetest dew off the thinnest reed.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am like the stars that sparkle,
my time is gone but still I shine in the darkest sky.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am as the wind,
delicately flowing and moving on to where I need to be.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I have loved, been loved, and continue loving.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am dancing and twirling
as ribbons in a child's never to be tamed hair.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am smiling down upon and shedding a tear, for you.

I know it is just plain silly to complain about the weather and live in Michigan.
It is the epitomy of the true oxymoron if ever there was one.
Nonetheless, I just don't think it's too much to ask for Mr. Weather to
make up his stinking mind. And yes, he is male, for only men can be this
irritating ( just kidding). Only to be followed by children hehe. (Not kidding here)
I don't think it is asking too much for a trend in one direction or another
to make dressing, driving , planning, shopping and just plain living easier.
I really don't need it to be 7 degrees one day and 50 the next. If it is going
to be cold...then just be cold. This see saw effect is making my sinus' and ears
do flip flops. And everytime I think the snow has past...oh no, here comes
another round. Don't get me wrong, I love a break in between snow storms,
but come on, it's March already. I don't want to see anymore snow and it
could be dangerous for the news forcaster that says we are getting any....
I'm just sayin.
I am not looking for Summer weather yet, just some milder even temps
without the freezing fluctuations that ruin my flower buds for the entire season.
And come on....More Sunshine Please....I am feeling a bit vaclempt and
want to leave hibernation.
Okay, okay, I will stop whining. But seriously.....

My day began with stress. I know, right? Imagine that even. Well, it all began with getting the 17 year old to the bus stop by 6:30, racing home to get the 8 year old ready for school, get my hair done, and pack the kitty up for her visit to the vet to be "fixed". Sheer madness. Racing around clear across town and back to get the youngest to school by 8:45 was almost impossible.
Luckily he arrived on time and from there I hit the road home to pick up some supplies, then off to my mother's house to carpool to Chenery Auditorium.
Because I dearly love my sister, I was willing to skip my usual bedtime to hear the Kalamazoo Symphony, watch the Kalamazoo Ballet Academy dancers, and my sister and Jay perform.
I am so glad I went. The musical was so uplifting. The dancers a delight. And my sister and Jay, I couldn't be prouder.
There were two extremely phenomenal things I saw and heard there today.
First, there was a high school girl who solo'd on her violin and her fingers were flying so fast I just could not keep up. She was amazing. Such talent.
Second, was a sixth grade girl who composed a piece via piano that the symphony transformed into a masterpiece. Her piece was so beautiful. I was enthralled.
So much accomplishment in these young ladies. I can only imagine how much it will multiply with age.
Anyway, it inspired these thoughts in me today.

Can you hear the music playing or is it only in my head?
Your stare is blank yet kind "What was that?", you said.
I know your being polite and my sanity is in question.
Never fuss with one of "Them", I guess you learned that lesson.
How sad you miss the melody, such a beautiful refrain.
If you could merely hear the tune that's playing in my brain.
The aria of angelic voices, the metronome keeps time.
Oh the joyous composition leaves me so sublime.
"It's your loss", I think at last. Saddened none the less.
If only I could share the genius of my wonderful mess.

Okay, so, today was one of those days that left me truely feeling old. My almost 17 year old daughter wanted to see the Jonas Brothers movie in 3D.
Upon arriving at the theater, seeing all the young teenagers there, I decided I was not staying with her for the movie. Too much noise. And, amazingly...too expensive. $15 a ticket for a movie, 3D or not is a bit much in my opinion.
But I digress. So, anyway, I realized as I got back into the car that I have indeed reached oldomn. You know, that place when you choose to pass something special up with someone you love because you just can't deal with the side effect.....waaay too many girls screaming at the Jonas Brothers. Yeesh. Color me gone.

Okay, so this poem is rediculously old hehe. I wrote this as a class project. Yes, it is very dark, but it was my teen years....c'mon.

Darkness

Darkness is a state
of which I am afraid.
And yet it seems so long
after all the time I've stayed.
It surrounds me like a circle,
a never ending twine.
To some it can encourage.
To some it can incline.
That it is even better,
but this I cannot see.
For the darkness that surrounds me,
will never set me free.
But then perhaps when it's my turn,
when all my time is gone.
All my fears inside I'll burn
and greet it like the dawn.

Simple thoughts from a simple mind.

Reedeming Grace

Redeeming Grace of light from thee
my precious, dearest Lord.
How often have I pondered thee,
in Heaven up above.
I know you live within my heart.
Your voice it speaks to me.
You've washed me clean,
and healed my pain.
You've truely set me free.
I'm covered in your rightousness,
clothed in purest love.
Redeeming Grace of light from thee,
my precious, Lord above.

Do you ever just feel battle weary? If you do, then you will know exactly where I am coming from here.

My War and Peace

When Shadows fall and darkness arrives,
I will seek the peace that slumber brings.
Like liquid clouds that blanket my eyes,
sleep has arrived.
Take me on my magic carpet
to a land that has no time;
where memories are sure to fade
and dreams come for those who wait.
Immerse my soul in the One who loves me,
safe until dawn, when he will awaken me
fresh and renewed.
Ready for battle,
eager for peace,
I await his command.
Resisting the enemy,
loving all others,
continuing the day,
I then long for rest,
knowing I am in his care once more.

This poem reflects my walk with the Father. Boy do I require a great deal of reminding, reprimanding, and reflecting. Luckily, I also receive comfort, joy, and peace.

Brilliant

The stalks of flowers,
reaching as desperate arms seeking your love.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The balmy air and dew kissed ground.
The star filled nights.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The intricate snowflakes,
never two the same.
The white blanket to cover the earth.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The rustling of leaves.
The whisper of wind.
The colors of Autumn.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The tears that cry,
when loved ones die.
My heart that beats for you.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

Thoughts of my nieces.

Hannah and Katie

As if you were my own,
I treasure you.
Like precious jewels that sparkle and shine,
light reflectling, refracting, transparently
beautiful you are.
Such wonders youth holds for you.
Like branches reaching,
striving to grow far too quickly,
your progress amazes me.
Unlikened beauty,
rarely seen by mere mortals,
lovely you are.
Undeniebly blessed by the kisses
of thesweetest angels your rosy cheeks and fairest hair
are mere reminders of untold wealth.
Let not time diminish the wonder of all that is you.
Nor fear remove the glorious gift of health.
And I shall observe your transition,
although sad to see it happen too soon,
from afar.

Thoughts of my youngest.

Priceless

Such elemental beauty can be seen
glistening like the morning sunshine on the dew kissedground.
The azure glow of your eyes shimmers on
like the blue sky meeting the highest mountaintop.
Hazelnuts and acorns the color of your crown
cascading like waterfalls dreaming of one day reaching land.
Melodic and rhythmic the sounds that emanate
from chords like a glorious aria.
Nimble and purposeful your hands conduct
unknown symphonies yet to be heard.
Deliberate and graceful each step away
from the child within to the angelic creature youshall become.
I am blessed to witness such creation,
knowing the true artist's design is unflawed.

Thoughts of my daughter.

Kylie

My likeness,
his too,
and yet unique,
that my dear is you.
Eyes that that dazzle,
twinkle and shine.
A smile so contageous,
deliberate and divine.
I held you that day,
so fragile and small.
My tears became a waterfall.
God's blessing,
daddy's girl,
my new baby,
your new world.
My heart so swollen,
my words so few.
My daughter it's true,
I love you,I do.

More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

SHED NOT A TEAR

Shed not a tear for me;
lest it trickle from your face
like the sweetest dew off the thinnest reed.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am like the stars that sparkle,
my time is gone but still I shine in the darkest sky.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am as the wind,
delicately flowing and moving on to where I need to be.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I have loved, been loved, and continue loving.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am dancing and twirling
as ribbons in a child's never to be tamed hair.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am smiling down upon and shedding a tear, for you.