MOTHER

Your arms were always open
when I needed a hug.
Your heart understood
when I needed a friend.
Your gentle eyes were stern
when I needed a lesson.
Your strength and love guided me
when needed gave me wings to fly

We thank God
for those precious mothers,
who brought us into the world,
nurtured us, taught us, loved us,
encouraged us, strengthened us
have always been by our side.

We naturally think of Proverbs 31:10-30,
“Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies….”
“My son, hear the instruction of thy father,
and forsake not the law of thy mother:
For they shall be an ornament of grace
unto thy head, and chains about thy neck”
(Prov. 1:8-9).

DRY SPELL

possibly a common

metaphor

frequently used

colloquialism

however one

characterizes

it

lately I have

been going through

A DRY SPELL

while writing not

that I have nothing

to say

my fingertips

struggle over

keys

no longer responding

to their caress

my pen has ceased

scrawling

across coffee-stained

pages

waiting to be abused

by droplets of verbiage

held prisoner as

ambivalence

assails

BUT WAIT

do

I feel winds

bringing change?

We’ll see

New Theme

please be patient with me

my theme became so dull

I felt it would surely benefit

my feeble efforts with words

to try yet another outlook

hopefully this new theme

helps add another chapter

maybe eke out a few more lines

pull some long lost words

out of that hidden realm

where thoughts go to hide

 

 

‘PUTERS

 

for years I was held captive
it seemed there was no escape
nothing was to see but windows
that had become so encrusted
by such an opaque film of greed
that every move caused shadows
to form on all I tried to accomplish

try as I might there was nothing free
when I wanted to share my feeble efforts
I had to pay for a simple program to write
a presentation required another purchase
by then my system had become obsolete
it seemed as if  I was destined to fail
I began to wonder if there was a better way

one day  I found a crack in my window
a small gray metal box came my way
looking around inside I became addicted
everything was covered with dust
but nothing major seemed to be missing
I connected it to my CRT monitor
and was rewarded with a black screen

a blinking white dot was my welcome
in frustration I slapped my keyboard
to my amazement a message appeared
“loading GRUB” was my first look
at what has now become my favorite
computer operating system: Linux
I now do all my computing for FREE!

 

 

 

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THE THREE GIFTS

Behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem (Matt 2 :1)
This is the time of year when people all over the world
celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
in so many different ways it seems they are confused
about what really happened that time some 2,000 years ago

Our fascination with fantasy and superstition all too often
creates pictures of what we want, not what really happened
just look at the majority of Nativity Scenes that are found
most depict what man has decided occurred on that occasion
which man in his ignorance has declared to be on December 25

The Bible only mentions one instance where visitors
actually went to the stable to see Baby Jesus in the manger
shepherds
were in the fields keeping watch over their flocks (Luke 2 :8)
as soon as the angels left them they all went to Bethlehem
and made known abroad what they were told about the child (Luke 2 :9-17)

I have seen Nativity Scenes with every kind of animal
one could imagine: sheep, cows, donkeys and a camel!
None of this is ever mentioned in the Bible description
of that wondrous occasion, yet man has placed it there,
not caring that man is forbidden to change God’s words (Rev 22 :18-19)

I was taken back by a Nativity display in front of a “church”
in a town I mentioned in one of my earlier blog posts
It had the typical Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus in a manger
that appeared to be a wooden cradle complete with rockers
and of course, there in the back of the stable, they stood

Leaning over the shoulders of Mary and Joseph smiling,
dressed in long flowing robes, with crowns on their heads
you would think that three kings had come in from Persia
or even farther away, but, it was only those wise men
who were never near the stable by any accounts of the Bible

Where is he that is born King of the Jews?
for we saw his star in the east,
and are come to worship him. (Matt 2 :2
While their number is never mentioned there
is some evidence they did go to Bethlehem later (Matt 2 :8-9)
but there is no indication they ever appeared in that stable

And when they came into the house,
they saw the young child (Matt 2 :11)
with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him:
and when they had had opened their treasures,
they presented unto him gifts;
gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

Gold, a gift for the King of kings.
(1 Tim 6 :15, 1 Peter 2 :17, Rev 17 :14)

Frankincense, a gift for a High Priest.
(Psalm 110 :4, Heb 5 :6, Heb 7 :17)

Myrrh, an oil used to anoint a body for burial.
(Matt 26 :12 ,Mark 16 :1  John 20:1)

after many years of reading and studying the Bible
I find very few who realize the meaning of those gifts
I believe this is the key reason today that Christmas
has become most about exchanging gifts not Jesus
I did not mean to preach but it really bothers me
to see Jesus, who died for us, remembered once
a year and worshiped solely for His monetary value

This will be reposted each year around this time
as long as this blog is active…..Jerry Marks

Throwback Tuesday?

How to reply to my daughter’s post: two questions I had no idea needed answers seem to have been hanging over her for years. Should I try to tell her what she wants to know or should I still be as evasive as I have always been? Maybe I should let her look out my back door and see what she sees; after all she is my daughter so….

I guess it is time to come clean at long last, so I’ll start with my “Little People.” They were such a vital part of my life for so many years that it is with great difficulty that I recall them from my hidden memories.

Where they came from doesn’t matter since only a few could understand. They brought a lot of happiness to my life for many, many years at great cost to their own. They came to join me during a very difficult time in my life. I guess you could say they saved my life there in that European hell. They helped me return home, so when they asked I brought them back with me.

Things were wonderful for such a long time, then they began to change. I think that was mostly my fault since there was no real stability in my life during those years. It seems that every time things began to go smoothly I would have to move. I was in the military during that those years but after that nothing much changed. I would still move from place to place so they really had nothing solid they could hold on to.

There was one period of years in the same place where they seemed to be happy and I began to make my children aware of them. We had many good times when they would show up unexpectedly. More often than not it took some fast thinking to prevent them from being accidentally trampled when we had visitors. Some of the reactions to my antics caused many humorous incidents, then the moving started again.

At first it wasn’t so bad but the moving accelerated and as we all got older that began to weigh heavily on all of us but more so on the Little People. Some where along the way they were lost and I haven’t seen them in several years. I live in another city now and I don’t know if I will ever see them again.

I keep hoping they will find their way here to where I am now but I don’t know if that is possible or not. I know that sometimes late at night I hear noises in different places in my house that makes me think they may have come at last. I hear the noises in the attic, under the house, inside the walls and sometimes in the wee hours of the morning I can hear something like tiny feet little coming down the hall toward my room. I do miss them so much.

Maybe now my daughter can guess what I hope to see when I am looking out my back door….

Kat's Scribbles

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

Choosing one sensation was difficult, and it was even harder to pick one piece of music (I chose three). Each memory intertwines itself with the next and they continue to echo.

About 8 years into my life and 9 months after my brother was born, dinosaurs walked. More than the movie, I remember my brother running around as a Velociraptor for several years, and how excited he was when we visited the dinosaur park in Disney World where one of the “dino guys” took the time to talk with him. Their melody refuses to fade and like many others today, when we hear the haunting music, he reflects that same childhood excitement.

My parents don’t really have the same taste in music, except when it comes to Creedence Clearwater…

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