A Way in the Storm 2012 Moondust Designs
broken by cold
world's storm tears fragile promise
fragrant offering called hope
Are you finding yourself alone in this mixed up world of CoVid 19? Worries swirl about your head for yourself, family, the world.
“This is my comfort in my affliction, For your word has given me life.”
Hang on to the two words Comfort and Affliction that form a parenthesis around the word and very presence of affliction. Trials and afflictions (doubts and pains) may not be nullified, but they are cushioned by the faithful Word of God.
Please take heart today. He is always there.
Inspired by a fellow blogger’s post: a prayer and a flower.
yesterday's memories grasped at forever's horizon
it’s amazing what six words can do.
My Random Ramblings and this is the Saturday Six Word Story (6WSP) Prompt “Forever”. where six words tell powerful stories.
larks join in sky’s symphony
rain plays tympani
pounding on the pane
spring colours run grey
listen… the chorus
he sips from a lily
break in the storm
no one could hear her screams for help
she was underwater
he had warned her
she would not capitulate
death was claiming her breath
the doorbell rang
“not a good time” he yelled
pounding on the door
this will have to wait
limp as seaweed she rose from the pool
other woman huffed at the entry
donning scratched sunglasses
time to grab her purse, towel and keys
she went out …
moves as the sun
faster than we run
a round face with hands
a circular plan
each hour marked
never light never dark
moves without thinking
heart beat quickly ticking
a baby’s yawn
before early dawn
day on one side
ebbs the flow of the tide
aging woman, man
Takes their time to stand
there’s no rush
someone’s sleeping – hush
t i m e
it’s moving fast
history is past
chest more slowly rise
look into her eyes
one last breath
hands at rest
I think everyone would agree that the older we get the faster the hands of time seem to move.
Maybe one thing we can do is slow those hands down a wee bit.
Going back into the memory file is a great way to stop time for a moment.
I love reliving moments with friends and family – it’s always a history lesson and most everyone likes to talk about the past.
How is time affecting you right now with Covid???
People I have enjoyed reading during the A to Challenge
Ronel the myth maker
so easy when we’re small
no words need be expressed
I’m wading in the mud
and now I am depressed
I lost my very thought
went through my fingertips
a momentary drop
there’s so much I have missed
Searching when we are young seems part of the mystery of learning.
The discovery is part of the looking.
As we age it seems we search more and the lengthy discovery crescendos in frustration
So how do we as caregivers dial frustration down?
Don’t find the word that was lost look for it with your family member.
If it’s an object secretly bring it closely to them so they can “find it”
“Oh there they are” reflects a lighter tone than “I have lost my mind with my glasses.”
My response: “I”m so glad you found them. It would have taken me the rest of the day.” I smile understanding the art of losing things.
This photo of this beautiful work by artist Winslow Homer reminds me why we do it. We do it together ….
Photo: Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” 1873 Smithsonian
What do you do when you lose something???