His Eye is on the Sparrow #sundaydevotion

Ah spring

fancy dresses are shaken out

girl’s eyes flutter there’s no doubt

waiting for the the band to begin

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the dance floor full of hope

hard work of building complete

so the weary can get off their feet

moves  come naturally

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fluttering wings of all sizes

white and yellow butterflies flit

bright red cardinal zip

nature energized by the sun

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poppies, begonias, pansies

wave their fancy fans

like dowager aunts

they approve of the flurry

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so many reminders

of springs now passed

new life here at last

makes everyone giddy

While I was planting my garden and enjoying the ritual of spring, I thought about the verses in the Bible that talk about birds and flowers. The birds don’t concern themselves with what they are to eat; they also have no need to practice or lay out a plan for their mating ritual.

The flowers don’t need to worry about their clothing but they also aren’t concerned with how and where they are planted.  They are confident, when it is time, that they will be watered, the sun will shine and they will grow.

Today I saw a bigger “value” to those verses: nature  doesn’t (even on dire days) plan or worry about the next ten years of wind, snow, sun, rain, hurricanes… They know they are cared for!!!

When my children were young and we were urban missionaries, the money we raised was enough to pay the rent and the utility bill. But what about food, bandaids, and clothing?

  • Each month we received anonymous certificates to buy groceries.
  • On occasion, I would find an envelope with money on my desk from a volunteer (paid for stuff like bandaids.)
  • The clothes for the children were hand me downs and my husband had plenty of clothes and shoes. I on the other hand had enough clothes to fit in a small luggage. I never thought “what will I do when my clothes wear out?”
    What I did notice, when we left ministry, was that all my clothes sprouted holes. I realized that clothes that are worn every single day rarely last for 10 years. A secret: I was never better taken care of then when I had nothing!!!

We need to be reminded that we have a God with great big loving hands who shelters us from more than we know and provides for us in unseen ways. Lean on Him when the days are stormy be thankful to Him when the days are good.

Luke 12:27-28

“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. “But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!

Psalms 103:13-18

“Just as a father has compassion on his children, So the LORD has compassion on those who fear Him. For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust. As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer. But the lovingkindness of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children’s children, To those who keep His covenant And remember His precepts to do them.”

Job 38:41

“Who prepares for the raven its nourishment When its young cry to God And wander about without food?

Matthew 10:29-31

“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. “So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”

P.S.  All of the above applies to our needs. If the birds of the air decided they wanted steak rather than seed, they would be disappointed. If the flowers wanted to wear Vera Wang, they would be forlorn.

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Fresh! #agriculture #poetry #photography

They’ve made sunshine artificial

cellophane contains rainforest mist

we tread never ending stairway

all that’s living sorely missed

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music tuned on rounds of plastic

nature sneers in futility baulks

nothing here really matters

our food source comes fresh from a box

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green is just another color

nothing in the dirt is real

silk are all the flowers blooming

all that swims comes from Mercury’s reel

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break a pack it will cool you

smash these gels for your feet

what you hold is meant to fool you

supplement the real de-feat

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This is a rant that I wrote after eating pesticide laden veggies from Mexico. The Central Valley in California is more than capable of growing the crops for the nation and yet it is often short-changed by big business and politics in Northern and Southern California. I loved reading this morning (on the box) that my clementines are sprayed with wax or better yet resin. Well they have to be they are shipped from Morocco.

made in mexico

This article California’s Central Valley is about the volume of fresh produce, dairy and meat coming from the under represented  but productive area in California..

Can’t You See the Hunger? #poetry #homeless

Your large eyes

wide open like saucers

empty hands

longing to be held

one look into the world

you can feel it

“Hunger”

a gasp

needing to be expelled

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Have your lips

tasted more than sawdust?

Has your heart been over filled

with warmth?

Do you circle life

in desperation

ever seeking shelter from

life’s storm

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Raise your head

never stop your seeking

don’t give way

to darkness and despair

there’s a sunrise, golden

that is peaking

over hope’s horizon

where you’ll be held and fed

I’m trying to address homelessness from many angles. This poem looks straight into the eyes of those who have so little. There is much a person can endure with hope. Without hope however even the best of situations can readily disintegrate.

Inspired by Poet’s United Mid Week Motif Prompt Hunger.

Images © L. Moon 2014

Hard to Understand until you’ve been – Homeless #homeless #society

The Dilemma: Homelessness

Most of us have encountered the homeless from time to time:

There is Ed, the guy who stands on the median where you turn left everyday to go to work. His worn out cardboard sign says “Will work for money. God Bless.”

What you don’t know is how many homeless vie for that spot on the median. Ed comes out as early as 5 am because he can make $100 an hour (at least during the rush hours). Where I lived, these folks (in the prime time spots) were making $2000 each month.

Then there’s Sylvia who meanders around a strip mall with a withered look to match her sign that says “anything will help.”

I was taught years ago not to give money to a homeless person because they could go out and buy drugs or alcohol. So someone who sees Sylvia goes to a fast food place and get her a meal.  Sylvia, when no one appears to be looking, throws the meals away. Over the years all the people I have given food to have gratefully eaten it. I always ask the person what they would like before I buy it.

Marissa sat in front of McDs in the pouring rain with her baby. Three women in passing asked if she needed help. “I have nowhere to stay.” The women while eating their meal inside called a local hotel and arranged for Marissa to stay in the hotel for several nights. Marissa shares a 3 bedroom apartment with her boyfriend and her three children; each month she tries to line up several nights stay at a hotel just to “get away in someplace nice.”

All three of these people share something in common – they all would something better than they presently have. They deal with their dilemma by appealing to society.

Ed wants to earn money to pay the bills for himself and perhaps family.

Sylvie is also trying to get food, money, clothing. What if Sylvie would have liked a vegan sandwich?

Marissa has an apartment. Is she hoping/dreaming of a nicer lifestyle?

Is that wrong? How would you deal with not having food, money, or a place that you enjoy living in?

Maslow shows that the homeless of our world are living in the bottom rung. This is (at times) below where the poor of our world live.

hierarchy

Why I am going to write a series of articles:

I became friends with a poet because of a poem I wrote about being homeless. As a homeless person, he was angered by my passionate viewpoint stating that “you cannot  write unless you can understand.”

I do understand: I have been homeless three times. Twice in my youth and once much more recently. You never would have known it (I never held a sign around my neck) and I had a car that I lived in. This last time I possessed nothing except two children and generosity from a number people who did not know me (before).

I understand the heart of the homeless;  much of my life has been spent in serving these people. Many of these folks don’t carry a sign but are lost. They are a people who have no place to go and all of society’s “welcome signs” are turned off. They are often busy helping one of their own or others.

 Image was created from other similar renditions of Maslow’s Hierarchy of needs and breaks down the 5 levels to very simple terms. © L. Moon 2014

For the love of… Food #poetry #photography

wine with the meal

My senses tell me first

something fragrant is stirring

I try not to imagine what the neighbor is cooking

my salivary glands haven’t a care they’re not looking

spicy, strong smells fill the air

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carried away on a magic carpet

distant lands of curries and cayenne peppers

autumn colors of paprika and tumeric

dark green courgette, deep purple eggplant, and regal red onion’s sweet array

my imagination is teased with the colorful display

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Camels loaded with untold wares

a caravan from the east

great cooks of the world plan their feast

impatiently I await gustatorial delights

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Putting my watering  mouth into check

my rolled carpet beneath one arm

a Merlot to wet our lips

I gather my glass, green salad and my wits

always a welcome guest

magic carpet

The prompt at Verse First today is to write about food. I hope you can smell the spices as they take an Eastern journey.

A Toast to – wine, women and … #poetry

“Ignorant fool”

she laughed

raising her glass

“will women never learn?

he loves the smorgasboard

taste this

feast on that

at evening’s end

he always goes home alone

to belch up his dessert

of red heads, blondes, brunettes

take it

all of them”

she flings the contents of her wine glass

to the silenced one

“you will need this”

she handed her the now emptied wine glass

“for your own tears”

The amazing photograph was from stock photographs

The Senses of Christmas #flashfiction #Christmas

Can you smell it, feel it, hear  it?

Of course I can

It’s the senses of Christmas

Gingerbread and shortbread in the oven

Pine from the tree

Spices of  hot cider congealing

Seasoned wood on the fire

Bing Crosby singing with his smooth as scotch voice

one more thing

Our Family gathered enjoying being together

Wishing all of you a joyous Christmas. A time to celebrate time with friends and family. A special thanks to G-Man who looks upon all his followers as good friends.