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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.

 

 

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Credit: Autumn Embraced ©2013 by Charlene Kirst

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[Pictures] Jaejoong – ELLE November Edition

  • Posted on October 24, 2012 at 2:22 pm

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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.

Ozymandias

  • Posted on January 5, 2012 at 9:58 pm

This is one of my favorite poems from my childhood… Makes one think.
ElizabethIvory

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’