And so-as-I-know-willows-themselves-too-will-weep... . Lions will protect-eagles-will-soar-higher-and-higher, widows-will-cry, all for their own and for the good of their pride. Gentle songs... greetings of love-greener acres-simple-messages of peace yes the church the world is the venue the whole quire the song sung to His angels for the greater blessing of the Lord sitting down looking watching all of us from His thrown in Heaven, exulted-on His-Mighty-Hill on high. Harmony, hope-and-happiness all the joy that love can bring. Lilac flowers swaying away to and fro as the gentle breezes whisper quietly over them caressing them casting themselves-off-farther-and-farther-aloft-a-ways-up-higher and down lower-in-and-within-them leaning them side-to-side-and-then-again across the growing cascade of the meadows rising up to greet the ascending hills... . Humming-birds-darting through the sky rising-up-and-falling-coming down-again-promenading crisscrossing around-and-around one another hovering together... . Suckling on the maple-sap. Soft tender wings young hands blue-bonnet butterfly's-fumbling around fluttering bobbling-and-dancing about the dandelion patches. Tasty buttery pollen-pockets stuck to their tongue. Humble honey bumble bees with their tiny little pouches overflowing with this same sweet nectar-of life bumbling-on-by-beside-me... . And as I see it... the Moon rising high over the mantis — tonight... I find myself praying — oh if only my struggle for peace were as open, and my freedom as certain... . Where then could my hatred burden... ? |
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I believe the heart of grace adamant, generous-tender and-aware honest and faithful-awaiting-patiently ... moves freely, because it knows, the-pureness of love always inspires the-opportunity, and so enchantment-gazed upon
innocence and desire knew-itself, when-first God showed Adam Eve... !
As-so-enticed by the light in your-eyes, the hopeful-manner the-playfulness of your-lips, I tell-you-intrigued, to entwine-them-together,
(if only just),
((once)).
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Illustrious, yes I am far from this,
hope to be filled with a faith such as this.
So-God-if-it-be-for-Your-Glory-let it be-said
in the way I lived, dreamed and would die,
as my-prayer would inspire another, with-
this attitude,
with an open heart,
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"Sadly I am not with my wife and children today. So I write about the dreams I have of them as I cherish the kisses."
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Oh of You Lord royalty heavens light lies down beside you, peace, consumes... and still I do not know as of yet the truest brilliance, purest of reasoning yes perfect majesty, always looking out for me. Though I do I live the appearance my life-as a sinner. Who is this, what love is this? Surely friend, this is the honest culmination, of bliss. As blessings rain down over me... . As I lie back amid the abyss of this... desiring no other... .
And so-at last, I tell you as I can still dream every-day... I-dream-of-Christmas.
Clouds lay back as they rise, and fall puff up-and billow-all-in-illustrious-efforts-to greet-the Sun... .
And-as I lay-back I admire-them-and as I see their-rising as they grow-fuller in the distance they puff up higher and higher above the willows. As a light-breeze picks up the leaves on the trees as they sway together in their dance. And so I lay out my hand catch a tumbling leaf by chance.
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Benignity... what is benignity?
So defined for me myself it is my zest I-know now for God and life today.
Yes... because I believe when roads two cross one another the ground there is always common, one running parallel with the other.
At least I feel it is then supposed to be no matter what the fret is, drama or condition or whatever else throughout the day may occur or wherever each may journey.
Like remaining on mute because your staying in tune with the close
captioning of the news set up in the picture in picture TV on the big screen. Of the football game from the Bengles', loss, yes again, and yes again ""don't you know it "! As your two fraternal twins sit there crying pulling at their heart
while one of the years before Super Bowl champs' from the Cowboy's knocks the ball out from good old boy Chris Collinsworth's hands. As he's running with all that he's got not but about twenty three yards out from the goal line. While soft tired whimpers can be heard, pounding their legs and stomachs rocking away in all seriousness saying why, why, why? And struggling yourself as a Father you teach them to take it all in stride and how to watch the humorous spiels from the night before, and to never bet truly on anything from them.
Sometimes sadly... !
Credences' Rolling on the River playing.
And so the many amenities yes the certain perks of benignity are as well I feel spending the time with close family and the wondrous sounds yes tasty smells of "BAM" rosemary wilted-spinach, fresh chopped mushrooms
shallots and garlic a splash of white and red wine vinegar a pinch of salt and pepper lots of bacon and a thousand basil eggs hordes of cinnamon French toast and what every happy family needs, a bunch of good old sage'd up getta and congealed grit pies sizzling and popping away furiously in the butter on the stove in the iron skillets.
And though an extra the grits they are placed in purely-and-only as an honor for my family and Father, of my past who now has passed. A personal favorite I too shared with him after church on Sundays.
And I can just see him there by the wind chimes chiming their morning song smiling at us outside along with the orange juice and apple, and apple butter set up beside the grits and raisin toast in the toaster. Maple syrup ready for heating in the microwave with many funny, grand events circumstances questions of the day already being proposed to you in all seriousness.
Running up and down the spine and belly really wrestling with your patience. Answered swiftly with light chuckling laughter. As I think wisely and answer saying "as you and I are set to bed at night, we all too need God's peace in the morning". Stomping on the floor with a rugged click clack clack... saying "overt, wisdomis not patient to fond reflection of itself alone. So is the way
of the chopstick. Lying there so defined ... . Hands sick. Hear their plea. They
cry mercy, use me ... !"
Remembering when she was younger their Mothers' Mother our other kitten Precious of memory's past yes her kittens many antics with my Wife and children and me.
As one of Blue Jeans our oldest Daughters' new Mother Kitten, or I should say Cat now, with her first little litter of kitten, as we found her pregnant now some time ago and now her three, no two kittens -- the one little fuzzball I forget her name. They both jumped me this morning.
One climbing up "my spine right now" one my shoulder scooting down my belly on to my knee as I stick it out so it can jump onto my broken down dark brown leather Lazy Boy flip back Daddy chair as I'm leaning myself back, with one hand for the other. As I change their bowls so they may have food and water. As they play with one another over who in the process gets my big toe. They haven't figured quite yet it being quite stinky. There being two, connected to me there is another protruding shell toy of a fleshy
distraction for both of them.
Like the simple spontaneity of my little one, jawing away on a pickle slurping it down wiping his mouth on my coat shirt pocket, as with a big grunt the youngster looks at me, then cuts a wet one in its diaper, just as I'm wanting to go to the restroom myself, and reaching, needing, a paper towel.
As Neal Young's Harvest Moon plays on the computer in the background, as Sam our dog can be found scratching her ear as her tail and butt bang on the rumbling laundry machine and humming dryer. Clacking away in time with the music as you dance with Mama, stop, whisper to her. Saying "I love you so much dear-heart, you are my life and man I am so grateful". As you put the child down for a moment and you-both-hide and flip-the-food each playing it off from the children thinking they aren't looking. Sneaking again a little bit of it, and a soft kiss just for a quick taste. As you look at each other as they all yell from behind you united together as you laugh together as they say ""hey you both said we weren't supposed to, you were going to stop that"! "Mom",! ""Dad""! "We all too need our peace in the morning", especially us... .
But you know... and as to say, "I will enjoy the chance with all my might that is within me"... with no regrets. Because inside you know you will have to live without the other or all of them or them you... some-day. So you tell yourself I will embrace it as best I can when I can. I will let all know she is my companion hope of completion trust and compassion raw passion of my hearts full and euphoric... overt, unbridled and undivided-release. I will fight no one with this, even my glorious children or the freedom of the society I love so much.
Keeping a big old Bill Cosby Jello gelatin surprised face on for each and for one another while you turn around doing it turning up the TV pointing to your face as your daughter yells from the bathroom for a roll of toilet paper, and towel.
As you raise them up with a clank together as Mama walks away and you look away point to the TV and your face, and towards Mama's, again, and you tip your cup for a drink. Take a large sip yourself as she tosses the TP and towel from the dryer and pantry. Set your cup down quickly by the baby catch it as he spits up in it as you're not looking then pick it up again real fast take a slimy drink losing another big mouthful of a real awful, cold, truly needed now cup of coffee.
Screeching, as you smile and tickle him wipe his mouth Get down in his face looking him in the eyes kiss him on the forehead as he smiles and you say, "You little crazy slimy trickster of a youngster, you got me again".
As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes in the room just in time and laughs together. With our dog cocking her head slightly and barking with us. As our kitten Timid whacks at her ears stops again and chases her wagging tail, hysterically.
And I tell you if it is all I can do to cherish the freshness of these things, friend I will. I tell you I've already won.
My baby's laughter there in the highchair clapping with his superman bottle sitting in his diaper splashing away all over Him listening to Dave Matthew's' It's Not Easy To Be Me waving it in one hand as he shimmy's and rocks too and fro to the beat of the ambiance of the new day, yes, reminds me ... .
Our Oreo cookie looking kitten named pounce, playing alone today now there
in-the-rain. How everything from birth has remained so curious to him. His
resilience as he laid there with her saying goodbye ... . As Gracie his sister just passed on, yesterday. So I feel fate brings us to this opportunity, gentle mercy, tender beauty, purest of goodness, when willing, everyday. Though even we do, or do not pray.
Like the perfect feel of those glorious tender kisses. Sweet caresses flying footballs bike riding scuffed up knees tender love and band aids humming-birds-humming. As-they-hover by the honey water feeders. The dog barking Pounce and Timid playing with their super bouncy ball bouncing around whimsically too and fro. The Mango Chicken Surprise chicken in the Set-It-and-Forget it rotisserie. Slippery wet feet legs flung up swinging arms and tossing shoes loud thunks of your older swimmer Son slipping coming in from His morning workout on the linoleum floor being just freshly mopped right bye the back door.
As Mama cries out ""sorry Son" the dog or cat peed and you yell too"" You alright", and he yells back frustrated "Whatever!" "This is a crazy family"! "I want out" Let me out"! And yes some other real good humor I cannot really hear right now, and as well yes I feel he is like Jim Carry and Robin Williams and a lot like me and my morning coffee.
Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.
Like the boxcar Children Daniel Boon and Nancy Drew being read to the little ones, Credences' Have You Ever Seen the Rain, and Fleetwood Mack's Songbird, along with a little Fernando Ortega Nearer My God To Thee, the Braveheart theme along with Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven God bless him and warm prayers for Him and his wife playing in the background to tuck us and all into bed in the evening.
As my wife and I and children laugh yes their smiles filling Her and me with joy riding high under the moonlight as the new soft evening breezes blowing away teary eyes... sniffling noses. The stars ascending high up in their joy I know rest even higher in their hearts. The Sun lying down in the sky auburn clouds rising up to be kissing it floating by as the many fowl fly touch down again only to climb to new heights to do it all again, the next day.
And as the Mantis does have the heart to pray and as gentle winds provide the earth just enough hope to blow the leaves each fall off the trees, shrubs pines and vines. Taken in by the light, as I think of the Sun... . As the little honey humble bumble be bumbles on by-here-along-beside-me ... . The mere fact is even as I try I know, purple flowers ocean tides in-there-fullest of sway... and gravity - in the brevity as I write... and as though I may try... and can spin a yarn of lines, I guess, as they are far greater these things - being of God I cannot paint such beauty nor reality, truth... what goodness He radiates such as this, the very wonder of these-things.
Yes, these are His things I believe of the many, benignity ... .
And oh how I live to breathe this ... .
~ "Because true love is unconditional and being a big old grump-myself-sometimes. Yes a big old grizzly... without my coffee its the treasure for-me so-very-hard-to-come by-in this world, today." Like the sweet sound of breaking the-natural freedom-of rhyme, and the certain-reverence stirring in-the-spirit of a home that-lives only for this, one pure reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-of the-orange and red-brown and yellow-of-a-joyous-leaf... . Blowing-free-in-the-ease of the wind, and knowing-the-sound of a new hope rising-to-greet-the greener grasses, thriving-amid-the-perfect-beauty growing in-plain view of-the other side of-the morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-your-heart and the-well, of-your soul... riding-high-atop the puffy-white-clouds-above, billowing-up to greet the light of Heaven.
Yes-those temperate... and ever wonderful-things... . Like the-birds chirping fondly and the-gentle sounds of my toddlers' laughter, and-slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-the-lips-of-an angel. As you-hear-a violent-shouting wake-up, wake-up-and-a-rap-tap-tapping, on heavens-bedroom-door. As then your awakened again... . Get up step-up onto-a-buzzer toy. Slip-stumble to the challenge of-not-spilling the-coffee, and-you-dance once-more with your lovely daughter-in-the-kitchen. In-front-of-your-wife's-Mother-and-hers, sweet-Grandmothers-picture... . Hanging humbly on the wall as you tip your daughter again extending-yourself as you always do each morning to straiten it. As-you fumble about teetering holding on to her on the edge of your feet as she smiles at you as-you-spill-it-and-yell-oh-no-tenderly-and you-ask-the-wife if-she could grab the morning paper.
Yes that freaky tone of a squeaky wet balloon, and the ongoing run of happy little giggles... Rising to new heights in the pool underneath the summer sun... As your young son splashes chlorine water in your face and cup... .
And so is love the prize in all its authenticity. A true and raw emotion... Boldly running, and wildly shouting! Hey! Those certain conditions and ultimatums are just fine, but don't you dare take my morning coffee!
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
Bronze trophy winner
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I like the thought like flow of the piece and the way it dances between memory and the present. The humanistic approach makes it easy for a reader to feel similar to the stories told. I also like the way that the joy and imperfections of life meld to find their way to happiness and appreciation of the truly finer things in life.
