Just One More Minute More

And this one is meant to be
spent in telling me children
how much I love them.

How very glad I have always been
that I was given them and allowed
to be their Mama.

I would not be able to speak
individually.
I'd try to speak to Ria and Kat.

They, together, might be able
to remember my words
for the rest.

I'd hug the littlest close,
while hugging my older girls
with my words and my eyes.

Then I'd grab them up
and hold them near
until whatever end arrived.

How could I ever say all
that I might want to say?
I won't.  I couldn't.

That's why I say it daily.
A little bit here.
A lot there.

Making sure,
with my parents, husband and children
that there would be no need for three last minutes.

They know how I love them
cherish them
and am eternally grateful for them.

And if they don't.
They simply
have not been listening.

They have not heard my words.
Or understood my actions.
They have not comprehended.

For every day,
I try throughout
and in ever way!

To say in kind and
directing (raise 'em up good) tones
to convey pure love.

I am not God.
But I strive to be
Love.

Much Ado About Faith

Just because the culture of our day
says it's a-okay
doesn't mean it really is.
For it's all just part of the biz.
The business of sin
where no one does win.

Just because the majority accept it as all-right
doesn't mean righteousness should go down without a fight#.
They say those who stand up for what they believe
are haters, bigots, nuts, and more than I can conceive.
Even though my heart feels absolutely no hate,
they call out these words and continue to berate.

Just because those who believe strongly enough to stand firm
refuse to back down and accept wrong made into a new term.
For they strive to make wrong into right.
Yet they cannot see what they do, for it's out of their sight.
Spiritual eyes wide shut against truth and God's Way.
In the future not far hence, this will be as past issues are now, so they say.

Yet truth is and will always, truth, be.
And God is the same from times past and into eternity.
For one eternal round really means what it means.
And though evil would like to rip truth at it's seams,
God will always conquer and win the day.
Whether evil says no, or, "Yes, you may."

Thankfully, our God is Love
and tolerates so much foolishness there, up above.
And will tolerate ever so much more
until Christ's return and what comes before.
Until then it'll get worse until all things align,
but that doesn't mean it will be steady decline.

For you see, the program allows for lots of change
His return will certainly happen within a definite range.
But innumerable factors can alter
the course of time and yet cause not a falter*.
Which is why only God, the Father, knows
when Christ shall appear once more, so it goes.

For He, our Father God, is the most amazing author of a book.
Who sits down and makes a plan for his story somewhere in a nook.
He knows the end from the beginning
the ones that make us frown and those that leave us grinning.
If you've ever heard an author speak who was inspired,
they were surprised by some character or another's  actions unrequired.

A character seemed to take over the show.
To write its own story, don't you know.
But though the character may seem to have gotten away,
in the end, the author's purposes they inherently obey.
That's how we can change things, too.
By action or inaction, it's up to me and you.

The day is not set.
But ever so real is the threat.
Impending doom
over us does loom.
Nazis are nothings compared
we must all become prepared.

Changes are necessary to be made.
They cannot be a moment delayed.
"What changes?" I hear you ask.
The answer is quite a task.
For no one likes to not belong.
Yet I know right is right, not wrong.

And so I must now declare the truth:
Repent now whether an adult or in your youth.
Repent ye and turn from your wicked ways.
Before the beginning of the true end of days.
For the seven year tribulation is not yet begun
and as of now, we can yet, it, outrun.

Or, at least it might thus seem so.
For by righteousness we can slow
the ticking of the celestial clock.
I'm serious here, do not mock.
We can lengthen out the days
by turning once more to belief in His Ways.

Believe in God and declare it.
Say it straight, or with witt.
Stand tall and imoveable in righteousness,
do not ignore the call and become useless.
Turn to God with full purpose of heart.
Learn and then fully do your part.

He has a purpose for you.
Certainly you know it's true.
Learn and strengthen your faith in His Word.
Join this new and everlasting herd.
For we are His sheep.
And the good Shepherd does, us, always keep.

Be ye Baptised who will bear the name of our God.
If ye are willing to bear one another's burdens, don't just nod.
Go ahead and do it, commit and take the plunge.
Learn of His love, accept it, absorb it like a sponge.
Then shine it forth until all the nations.
Become one of God's Love Light stations.

Like a power generator of sorts.
It's an awesome rush, by all reports.
But it takes Faith, Hope, and Charity.
The three together within one human is a rarity.
But by trusting God and turning fully to Him,
He'll fill you full, right up to the brim.

Oh, baptism and the laying on of hands
by those in authority is one of God's commands.
Where to find it, one might wonder, I know.
You'll have to take a seat before, your mind, I blow.
It's found in the form of one church on this earth.
It's been here since before your birth.

The Church of Jesus Christ is a part of its name.
of Latter-Day Saints (that's the end), one and the same.
It's got the most truth, don't you know.
It took me a while, but I testify it's so.
Pray for yourself, don't trust me!
God will answer, just you wait and see.

Once you know for yourself the truth that I've shared,
You'll realize how much of myself I have, here, bared.
And the concern and the worries I've felt in the doing.
But I feel compelled of the Lord to put it out there for viewing.
In hopes and with faith that the Lord can use me in my weakness.
For all that's good in me is Christ, I say in all meekness.

Let us unite in His wondrous name.
Stop calling out what is not my blame.
I do not hate simply because I stand by my Faith.
The accusation of such hangs in my heart like a wraith.
Join me in Love and standing for truth and right.
God will ever supports us with His might.



*falter: noun: the act of pausing uncertainly, verb: be unsure or weak

#by "fight" I do not mean actively fighting with physical punches or weapons, but, rather, I mean firmly standing against the onslaught of that which is wrong.

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Give

give until it hurts

give some more and even more

now that's enough, die

We See Too Little

With our eyes wide shut,
we see too little.
And we mislabel smut.

We cannot bear the thought
that we do not know
what we think we ought.

The shadows rule.
Ever more overtly
they use us as a tool.

The powers that be
darken the world.
Until only they can see.

They cannot bear the Light.
But if they can only bring
a permanent night....

And what are we to do?
Other than shut closed our minds.
We think those who know are too few.

Given the signs of the times,
perhaps there is nothing we can do...
and nothing more rhymes.

Granted Another Minute

What if the one minute I’d been given
was extended into another?
Before, from my beloved, I was riven
I was allowed only one minute, not a whole nother.

What would I do?

What could I say?
How could a minute, I, not rue?
When it could take more than a day!

More than one day to say I was sorry

For limiting what we could’ve been.
Surely more than one day to comfort from worry
And lend support for what he must next begin.

How to fit all that and more

into a minute so lonely?
To consider it, my heart feels sore.
And if you think not, you’re full of baloney.

Cause we’ve been us almost half as long

as my life was long before him.
It’s with him that I feel I most belong
and my heart is full to the brim.

We’ve stuck when innumerable others

would’ve absconded with our druthers
and sent us apart saying, “Surely
it’s better to leave early.”

How could I confess

entirely, my thoughts, compress
to adequately convey my feeling
without turning blue and then reeling*.

I want the boon of another minute

but don’t know what to put in it.
How to adequately convey my love?
The thoughts flitter and fly away like a dove.

Would I, then, just hug him and hold him?

hoping to sear me into his body?
Trying to fill his mind with me, to the brim…
knowing mere memory is a replacement quite shoddy.

Surely I’d be unselfish enough
to release him to love another.
Just considering it is quite tough.
For wouldn’t she, my memory smother?

Ahhh, the torment of the thought.

Another minute could never be
enough to fill all too many a draught.
Do you know, can you see?

I’d want him to know

I’d forgiven him all,
was grateful for the chance to grow,
and was so glad for our sweet time in thrall.**

I’d have to ask him, holding him tight,

if he’d forgive me all, too,
if he’d keep me in our children’s sight,
and finally: I truly love you.

*reel: verb: revolve quickly and repeatedly around one's own axis

**thrall: noun: the state of being under the control of another person  I do not mean this in a negative way… but in the way that lovers do what the other do for each other as a result of their love for one another.

Modern Cowboy

Splashing through water,

rounding up cattle or calves.

Same as always has been.

written for The Sunday Challenge

Horse and Rider

courtesy of © Teresa ~ Razzamadazzle

The Future Holds

Do you know?
Where it does show?

Can you tell?
If it all ends up well?

I'll tell you right now,
just don't have a cow...

You can find it in the Bible, yes all.
Since the beginning and that first fall.

Seriously, I'm telling you true.
What's happening now is nothing new.

History is in re-play,
check it out without delay.

The French Revolution is up and coming.
The sounding drummers are out a-drumming.

Do you see it?
Do you feel the pit?

The one in your stomach, right at the bottom.
Or will you feel it sometime around Autumn?

Please, won't you awaken?
Aren't you, enough, shaken?

Corks Rise

Like corks to the surface,
the thoughts do arise.
The ever dreaded reprise*
spread like scattered grits.

Why this circular thinking
when I thought this battle through?
How can I move, when it is ever new?
And fate guffaws, innocently blinking.

Among the biggest of my problems
with this circle shaped path
is a serious problem of math
it cannot align into columns.

One hundred and two plus one hundred
normally equals two hundred and two.
But not here and now, this do I rue.
Perhaps I’ve merely blundered.

Unfortunately not.

That would be far too easy.
And more than a little bit cheesy.
Maybe I’ve been wrongly taught?

Yes, there I go…
just as has been done from the start,
trying to blame another rather than own my part.
Oh, how I wish I could, don’t you know?

And so these thought-corks circle,
tormenting in their own little way.
Sinking now and again only to rise a new day.
Like my brother’s reminders of Jack Merkle.

*For clarity's sake, not because I doubt that you either already know what it means or could figure it out, I’ve chosen the second definition from (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/reprise), changing ‘action’ to ‘thought’ for my poem: a recurrence, renewal, or resumption of an action.

Just One Minute

If I had only one minute to live
and that time must be spent to say
whatever I’d like to give
my parents to hold forever, that day…

What would my choices be?

How could I fill that time,
for a girl made of words like me?
Should I choose something sublime?
I’d have to first thank them, I think.
For simply giving me life of their life,
for loving even when I was at my brink,
and holding on through many a strife.

I’d tell them I was glad for their choice
of raising a rather large brood.
For helping me  find my own voice,
Even though they’d often rather have, it, subdued.

Love, a few times, must find mention.
For I ache with a feeling of sadness
and these words do not decrease the tension
of considering my end: oh, such badness.

And I think whatever was left of my minute

Must be filled with me tightly clinging
To hold them and hope they feel all in my heart, within it.
And hopefully I’d die with it singing.

Energetically ringing of my love for my Mom and Dad.

Praising all that they did of what they could.
Hopefully they’d feel my heart clad
In all that they gave me of good.

For though they never were perfect,
They gave it all that they had.
And by their efforts in me did erect
a girl trying very hard not to be bad.

What more can one hope for?

What greater eulogy can there be?
Than to bring good and then more?
Nothing.  None.  It’s an impossibility.

I'm a Niche

I'm a niche kind of person.
You either have a place
for me in your heart
and life.
Or not.

Because of who I am
and how I am
and the things I say
and some things I do...
you either love me
or hate me.
A bit like a powerful
piece of art?

I'm not pretty, by majority's standards.
Fluffy white with brown hair... not fluff... really fat...
encircles me round about and protects me.

I'm definitely a niche
sort of person.
Take me
or leave me.
I'm me.

Responding to the prompt at: One Single Impression

Love; a River

Always flowing
changing, growing.

This love I feel for you.
Yet forever: true blue.

At inception,
meant for fun.

But then it changed.
Everything re-arranged.

The glacier melted,
by you: smelted.

Rock metal rivers through the wold ran.
Water river: Love, from ice, began.

Metal ahead of us rolled.
Various types, our fave: gold.

Laid the bed on which our love would flow.
And it surely has, don't you know.

That bed, though metal
did not smoothly settle.

So, we've had to battle our way
through many a turbulent day.

But though we may bubble and froth
We do not over-long remain wroth.

As does a real river,
our love grows, always it does deliver.

And when, one day, this mortal life has its end,
our river of love will, into the infinite ocean blend.

Not a drop will be lost.
No matter the cost.

For the infinite mind
is ever so kind.

There we will reside.
Amid the tide.

Wherever.
Forever.

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What You Can't See and Will

Beautifully bowing golden-edged heads
rise up ridiculously tall from their beds.

Some with stalks the diameter of small trees.
Only a few no taller than my knees.

Many rise to the height of the overhang of my roof.
the lovely flowers have brought out many previously aloof!

There is a beauty in them that can make anyone smile.
Perhaps not immediately, but definitely after a while.

They brighten my days
in so many ways.

Surprisingly, to me, they smell wonderfully.
I'd thought they were only good for the eyes previously.

They reach for the sun way up in the sky.
Sunflowers so big they make my heart sigh.

Clouds smattered across a summer blue
beyond the varying shades of transparent green, is a clue.

The sky beyond my sunflowers' leaves.

a close up of sunflower seeds ^_^

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