When we sometimes think we’ve mastered something, therein may be overconfidence.
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(Updated June 9)
Advice is more agreeable in the mouth than in the ear.
Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.
Mason Cooley (1927-2002) was an American professor. As an aphorist, he was known for his witty expressions, which articulated accepted truths about life.
This poem is written in a traditional sonnet style with 14 lines, and each line contains 10 syllables. I was fortunate to witness this park one day before the rising temperatures would begin transforming the park from its winter look.
Invitation from warmer winter day
Insisting on afternoon nature hike
Snowy Walnut Woods, waiting with sunshine
Feeling welcome, childlike emotions strike
Deep snow lining each trail, bright white border
Dressing in cozy layers, feeling warm
Park’s newest treasures, eager to explore
Thankful for winter’s freedom from snowstorms
Ancient sycamore tree branches glisten
Discovering cross-country skiers’ trail
Beaver dam holds back frozen Big Run creek
Precious winter moments bless, without fail
Looming big thaw will erase winter’s scene
Memories filling life’s unending screen
Originally published March, 2021.
Quiet moments of solitude allow for time to heal and recharge.
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(Updated June 8)
A journey to the unknown shores needs a port, a ship, a wind; but more important than all of them: courage; courage to leave the known for the unknown.
The physicist calls the curtain flying outwards when you open the window–air current–while the poet calls it–the curtain’s love of freedom.
Mehmet Murat ildean (born 1965) is a contemporary Turkish playwright and novelist.
From Hebrews 3:5-6: “Now Moses was faithful in all God’s house as a servant, to testify to the things that would be spoken later. Christ, however, was faithful over God’s house as a son, and we are His house if we hold firm the boldness and the pride inspired by hope.”
Witness His steadfast love
Christ soars beyond earth’s light
Grace cascades from above
Shared blessings always bright
Refuge found full of peace
Christ endures forever
Mercy must always seek
Faith’s trusted endeavors
Surrounded by life’s thorns
Christ bears sin’s heavy weight
Perfect lamb never shorn
Heavenly path made straight
Encouragement descends
Christ wrapped in Father’s Word
Forged through fire, love defends
Truth shall always be heard
Harmony’s welcome tune
Christ walks ahead of man
Each wayward branch, He prunes
Strengthened, just as God plans
From Psalm 118:28-29: “You are my God, and I will give thanks to you; you are my God; I will extol you. O give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever.”
Just as an athlete trains and strengthens himself for competition, we can do the same with our faith.
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(Updated June 7)
Commit yourself then to God! He will be your guide.
From Isaiah 58:11: “The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your needs in parched places and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water whose waters never fail.”
Francois Fenelon (1651-1715) was a French theologian, poet, and writer. He has been widely remembered as the author of THE ADVENTURES OF TELEMACHUS.
Being best of friends, Louis and Clark meet up at sunrise. Not quite teenagers, this tandem of adventurers is ready to tackle a lazy summer day.
Their mothers have filled their backpacks with a nutritious lunch, and the boys’ eager spirits look forward to another day of discovery. Walking a familiar trail, they head to their favorite fishing hole.
After a couple of hours without a single bite, Louis and Clark take a break to conquer their hungriness. In the middle of lunch, they both feel a nudge to do a bit of exploring. Setting aside their food, their curious minds race ahead with each step they take.
Hidden in a small grove of trees, an abandoned shack catches their attention.. With an open doorway and a single window with missing glass, they wonder who may have lived here years ago.
As they scamper through the inviting entrance, the boys’ imaginations move at warp speed. The fragile and decaying walls breathe with echoes of voices from long ago.
Searching outside, they come upon traces of scat. Being careful and quiet, they grab their fishing gear and retreat into the shadows of the nearby trees.
Right on cue, a young black bear appears. He proceeds to walk into the shack. Searching for a scent, the bear knows humans have entered his sanctuary. He pauses to take a look outside.
Totally in charge, the famished bear holds a pair of backpacks filled with deliciousness.
Still in their hiding place, Louis and Clark remain as frozen as wax figures . . . and hungry.
History chronicles our journey, but the future sometimes arrives brighter than promised.
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(Updated June 6)
