Books, the Lazy Way to Dream and Feel

The way to occupy your mind with dreams

Without having to invent them yourself.

The lazy way to dream,

To open a book and read!

Dreams enfold with every turn of a page.

The characters' feelings bleed from the pages and stain your hands red.

The story goes with you even after you lay the book down.

Detrimental or advantageous,

You don’t a choice now but to carry them with you.

A Stephen King book could cause more fear to pump through your veins than blood.

A Jane Austen could be as refreshing as a shower after a good, hard work out.

A self-help book could make you feel as if you drank a nasty protein shake, healthy but dissatisfied.

And an Agatha Christie could bring to your remembrance the many flaws in humanity.

But after setting the book down and leaving it untouched,

The easy dreams will eventually begin to fade and die,

The feelings once always with you will start washing away,

And what will be left?

Your feelings,

And your dreams.

FOG

Steals destinations

Determinations

And drive

Weighty and thick

Descends before perceived

And stays until noticed

When your mind, eyes, and body

Won’t focus

Idle like a car at a stop sign

Coughing out exhaust fumes

A type of smog, fog

I sometimes feel like a fog has descended upon me, or that I'm in a fog and can't escape it. In the General Young Women's Meeting Sister Elaine S. Dalton talked about a fog that descended on a female swimmer while she was swimming a long distance from a shoreline to an island. She was a wonderful swimmer and she had been swimming for quite a while when the fog set in. Her mother was in a boat beside her cheering her on, telling her to keep going but she still got discouraged and soon gave up just to realize that she was within one mile of her destination. When asked why she had stopped she said it wasn't because she was tired or anything like that but because she had been licked by the fog. She then went and tried it again and did make it all the way but I wonder if sometimes I do the same thing she did. If I give up when a "fog" sets in. I think about how sad that is that we let satan discourage us. Because he does try to discourage us! All the stinkin time! We just have to choose to keep swimming in spite of the fog of doubt or discouragement and turn to Christ to light our way through it.

Mountains

A mountain, a home

Where brooks babble, rocks reside, and kids climb.

Home to all who live and die there

And to those who yearn to.

Mountains aka surveillance gurus

Stand overhead surrounding and condemning,

Cannot escape their capture or nearness

Suffocate you.

A hiker scaling a mountain,

To its highest peaks,

Experiences euphoria

Feeling closer to himself and to his God.

Mountains stand imperial

Covered with white clocks and green ornamentation

Silent soldiers emitting safety

The Girl in the MirrorI look in the mirror and what do I see? me? no I don't see me...,
I see someone strong and happy inside, pretty and clever, funny and kind,
The person with two very dark vivid eyes seems to scream of what can could
or may from deep down inside,
Photogenic and celestial that girl in that mirror,
With long luscious eye lashes and scarlet rose lips,
She can do anything and succeed, flourish, thrive.
She is my best self, my worst self,
my friend but my foe.
I talk with her.
Laugh at her.
Sing to her.
BUT
The girl in the mirror can vanish like that!
With no explanation, no reason, no why,
She turns on me quicker than a baby could cry!
She nasty, disgusting, and ugly and loud,
With puffy dark circles under murky vague eyes.
Thin pale lips with nothing to say are turned down at the corners,
They quiver and shake.
Weak, frail, dejected
The girl in the mirror.
"NO! No! no!" that girl now demands, "I want to be happy! I want to be happy! I cannot give up..."
The girl in the mirror soon disappears...
Some days she can still be glimpsed in the mirror,
But she will *NEVER* fully return.

Mind over matter. ;) Keep fighting those battles!
They are worth winning!

...never let him in

Red Brick House

 

Rain beats

          Incessantly,

On the roof of a

Red Brick House

Never getting in. 

Wind blows

          Incessantly,

Against the sides of a

Red Brick House

Never getting in.

The sun glares

          Incessantly,

On the curtains of a

Red Brick House

Never getting in.

But when a wolf pounds

Incessantly,

On the door of a

Red Brick House

The occupant, seeing only a sheep,

Opens the door,

And the wolf gets in.

Berlin 1948

THE THUNDER'S GIFT

CONSTANT THUNDER,

BUT NO CLOUDS.

CHILDREN DO NOT CUP THEIR EARS

TO THE NOW COMFORTING LOUDNESS OF

THE AMERICAN AIRPLANES.

ONE WIGGLED ITS WINGS

AND DROPPED SOMETHING...

A HANDKERCHIEF,

TIED TO A PARACHUTE, IT GRACEFULLY FELL

AND LANDED SAFELY ON A HILL.

THE CHILDREN GATHERED ROUND.

ONE CHILD OPENED IT,

AND SHARED THE SPLIT PIECES

OF A CHOCOLATE BAR.

Sunset

Sunset

The sun never really sets

The earth just turns away

But you can turn her back again

And start a brand new day.

-Anna Martin