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Autumn Embraced by Charlene Kirst

  • Posted on October 6, 2013 at 7:46 pm

Gazing at the leaves beginning to turn
The russets and golds; the crimsons that burn
With a fire that can’t be put out
Let’s embrace the autumn with a cheer and a shout.

Great trees like lollipops sway in the breeze
As I gaze at their colors they give my heart ease
They’re symbolic of change in the air and my heart
Let’s embrace the autumn; let’s embrace a new start.

Watching the fat squirrels gathering loot
Searching my closet for snug and warm boots
Curling up close to the warmth with a book
Let’s embrace the autumn while safe in our nook, and…

As winter approaches on autumn’s hued heels
To snuggle with loved ones is just what I feel
Would do us all good if we could only try
To embrace the autumn as it passes by.

 

 

Photo Credit: environment.nationalgeographic.com

Credit: Autumn Embraced ©2013 by Charlene Kirst

ElizabethIvory’s Source: womenunderhiswings.com

To Ivory: A Birthstone Poem

  • Posted on October 24, 2012 at 1:23 pm

 

 Picture Credit: bloggers.com

 

Traditional Birthstones

 

Ancient traditional birthstones are society-based birthstones. The table below contains many stones which are popular choices, often reflecting Polish tradition.[10]

 

The Gregorian calendar has poems matching each month with its birthstone. These are traditional stones of English-speaking societies. Tiffany & Co. published these poems “of unknown author” for the first time in a pamphlet in 1870.[11]

 

By her who in this month (January) is born
No gem save garnets should be worn;
They will ensure her constancy,
True friendship, and fidelity.

 

The February-born shall find
Sincerity and peace of mind,
Freedom from passion and from care,
If they an amethyst will wear.

 

Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise,
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a bloodstoneto their grave.

 

She who from April dates her years,
Diamonds shall wear, lest bitter tears
For vain repentance flow; this stone,
Emblem of innocence, is known.

 

Who first beholds the light of day
In spring’s sweet flowery month of May
And wears an emerald all her life
Shall be a loved and happy wife.

 

Who comes with summer to this earth,
And owes to June her hour of birth,
With ring of agate on her hand
Can health, wealth, and long life command.

The glowing ruby shall adorn,
Those who in July are born;
Then they’ll be exempt and free
From love’s doubts and anxiety.

 

Wear a sardonyx or for thee,
No conjugal felicity;
The August-born without this stone,
`Tis said, must live unloved and lone.

 

A maiden born when September leaves
Are rustling in September’s breeze,
A sapphire on her brow should bind
`Twill cure diseases of the mind.

 

October’s child is born for woe,
And life’s vicissitudes must know,
But lay an opal on her breast,
And hope will lull those woes to rest.

 

Who first comes to this world below
With drear November’s fog and snow,
Should prize the topaz‘s amber hue,
Emblem of friends and lovers true.

 

If cold December gave you birth,
The month of snow and ice and mirth,
Place on your hand a turquoise blue;
Success will bless whate’er you do.

—Gregorian Birthstone Poems

 

Modern Birthstones

 

In 1912, in an effort to standardize birthstones, the (American) National Association of Jewelers met in Kansas and officially adopted a list.[12] The Jewelry Industry Council of America updated the list in 1952[13] by adding alexandrite to June and citrine to November; specifying pink tourmaline for October; replacing December’s lapis with zircon; and switching the primary/alternate gems in March. The most recent change occurred in October of 2002, with the addition of tanzanite as a December birthstone.[14][15] Britain’s National Association of Goldsmiths created their own standardized list of birthstones in 1937.[16]

 

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Ivoryland’s Source: retrieved from www.wikipedia.com on Cctober 24, 2012.

A Rainy Day In Early Autumn

  • Posted on October 18, 2012 at 12:23 pm

I’m not feeling particularly inclined to write poetry today. I work longer hours these days, and I’ve not been able to get to as many of the things I love to do…the strange paradox of working at something that is not your heart’s choosen labor. Were I given a choice…I would rather be at home writing my thoughts and creating art by pen from my inner self. But I digress. 🙂

Today is beautiful. I can see the dampened richness of the golden leaves and dark brown limbs of the maple tree  in our backyard. Rain falls steady and soft on the tin roof. One of my cats, Caspian, is draped over my monitor taking a nap (and blocking parts of the screen) while Grey chooses to camp under my desk. I can hear my parents downstairs talking. Peaceful.

I always see a day off as a checklist of things to accomplish while I have time. Days before, I begin to triage and reorder this list, wondering which things can wait longer and which items need my attention or else. So my day off is often a disappointment, because life seldom goes as planned. I might get one thing finished…or none at all…because other things, basic things, must be dealt with first. Perhaps, my list should be added to with a better sense of practicality. You know, I pray for guidance and productiveness at work, but at home I forget to do this more often than not. Silly under-sight I’m thinking.

So this rainy day in early autumn, I choose to do what I can. Yet I refuse to be disappointed if I do not check off 1 through 10 on my ever growing list. I have decided to rest, prayfully and with childlike joy, doing those things that I can. Trusting that my Heavenly Father understands, I can be both restful and productive. No pressure…I should feel free to enjoy what I do, and my hardest taskmaster is myself. Hard work has its place, but so does being still enough to recharge and be whole. Jesus went away to the mountain to pray and rest. If His example were taken seriously by all, I know mankind would be healthier and more at peace.

 “Now it was during this time that Jesus went out to the mountain to pray, and He spent all night in prayer to God.” Luke 6:11 NET

 

Depression

  • Posted on August 22, 2012 at 6:34 pm

Depression…
How else to escape it but to praise?
To praise God for all He is?
For all I am and will be?
To count my blessings…
To realize that hope is found in small things…
These odd moments savored. 
Not overlooked, though smothered in darkness,
As I struggle to survive.
Energy gone, drained.
Hope kissing my soul, distantly, tenderly.
No light seeming to penetrate the gloom except in brief rays.
To quickly swallowed, not absorbed,
Because of the armor I’ve put up against the world.
Even God sometimes.
Yet… 
He has not removed His hand,
He cradles me.
Depression, flee from me!
I will still praise Him.
Encourage me, my Lord.
Set my feet where angels tread.
Clear my mind and kiss my hurts.
Only then will I be whole.
Only then will  I live again.

Good Morning, New Year

  • Posted on January 1, 2012 at 8:43 am

God, take this new year
Make it better than the last.
So fill our hearts with dreams and plans
That we burst with new wine…
Vision and power…
Success and contentment.
Let us not waste each precious moment.
For you gift to the children of men time
To use wisely.
So help us, Lord, to enjoy this time You give,
Please guide our feet and hold our hands.
Lead us, Lord.