Thursday September 17 2015  SHORT AND SWEET

 

I have titled today’s blog SHORT AND SWEET for a reason.  It is to be a reminder to me that this is what my goal is for this blog today.  I am still recuperating from yesterday’s bed rest and a bit low on energy.  I am doing some better and accomplished a visit to the doctor with Dave for his surgery consultation for his Inguinal Hernia.  His surgery is scheduled next month.  I also accomplished a few other stops around the area to prepare for tomorrow’s tasks.  We have an all church picnic we would like to attend on Saturday and each family is to bring a dish to share.  That will be Saturday’s task.  Tomorrow is a task day all its own.  If you have read this blog before then you know what Thursday is all about and what must take place afterward.  But I cannot mention it here.  I am just seeing how long I can go before I slip up and say the “you know what word”.

I had a lovely visit with one of my sisters on the phone today.  She is a wonderful talker, full of knowledge and wisdom, loves to share it with me, (which I love to hear) and she was even able to understand a bit of what I said to her.  Velma is hearing impaired.  She can still use hearing aids that helps her a bit but it is difficult for her to hear in person and even more so on the phone.  It is great that I can hear her. 

My timer is going off.  I must attend to my duty.  Back in a bit.

I’m full and that is all I’m going to say!

 

SO MUCH TO SAY

By Kathleen Martens

September 17, 2015

 

Why is it I have so much to say,

And never enough time to speak?

It seems the words bubble up from within,

And my thoughts just verbally leak.

 

Sometimes they come out before I think

And that is not a very good thing.

So instead of talking so much

I just hum and sing.

 

Or sometimes I just sit down

And let my mind be free to the wind.

I listen closely to what’s inside.

For to myself I’m a very good friend.

 

It is fun to explore my world,

Where words are waiting to explode.

And when no one else is around,

I write poetry and sometimes prose.

 

My journal is patient and oh so quiet.

It never minds at all what I tell.

It sits on my lap and patiently awaits

All the words I will spell.

 

And when I am finished it brings relief

To know that my thoughts are captured in ink.

Because deep in my heart now I know

With my past, I will have a link.

 

When events are told fresh from the mind

More accurate are the facts.

For time has a way of fading memory

Softening what the present tracks.

 

I guess it really comes down to this,

I have a voice and it wants to be heard.

But perhaps I should think before I speak,

And allow wisdom to limit words.

 

I will let my poem today be my words of wisdom.  THINK BEFORE I SPEAK and ALLOW WISDOM TO LIMIT WORDS.

I wish you could hear what I am hearing now.  A few moments ago as I sat here typing my blog I heard something quite loud happening outside.  Our house is all brick and has dual pained windows so  we don’t hear many sounds outside if the windows and doors are closed.  I opened the window by my rickety table desk and I hear the most beautiful sound of a summer squall.  What a great word SQUALL is.  Its synonyms are:  “storm, windstorm, gust, tempest, shower, gust of wind”.  Perfect description of what is going on right outside my window.  And the smell is fresh and wet and beautiful.  Sort of what I imagine heaven will smell like.  I think I shall challenge myself to write a poem using all the synonyms I wrote above.

SQUALL

By Kathleen Martens

September 17, 2015

 

Storm of night is ever dark

As the windstorm beats against the pane.

As if the tempest rears its head

Without ceasing to wane.

 

Showers fall in gust of wind

As lightening penetrates the sky.

And then in lingering fragrance of rain

Its anger begins to die.

 

And it leaves in my heart

A smile, knowing it was God,

Who chose this amazing way

To give nourishment to our sod.

 

Thank You God for our rain.

 

A very light and easy to write blog.  Sweet dreams.

Good night and God bless all of you.

 

P.S.  I was looking through my external hard drive and googled “rain”.  Here is an older poem that came up that I wrote a few years back about another night storm.

 

Night Rain

By Kathleen Martens

June 15, 2013

 

How to describe

Falling rain

Sound in the night

On gentle breeze

Soft and fragrant drops

Dance on fluttering leaves.

The sound of patience

As earth drinks

Its offering

Of heaven’s tears.

 

One more P.S.  The following is just a bonus I happened upon in my older external drive.  I thought it might fit in to this day’s blog and one I wrote in the last few days.  Read it only if you are interested in reading something taken right out of my hand written journal with no intention of anyone ever reading it but me.  I just felt compelled to share it here.

 

 

Continued from Secret Friend

Journal Excerpt

By Kathleen Martens

May 24, 2013

 

Lord, I feel so full of poems today.  Thank You again for my hearing.  Listening to my music is like reading a good book, over and over.  Just the beauty of an author’s prose or a composer’s score speaks to my inmost being, comforting my senses, knowing what is to come, yet anticipating the beauty of what is ahead.  And I see and imagine the heart that would be filled with such emotions to create such insight and beauty through their art.   And I wonder what struggles and lessons they too had to experience to bring to life what speaks to me.  What did it take for them to come to this place in their journey to be able to offer this sacred part of themselves to the world. 

 

How does one imagine such melody?  I see the music in my heart as a beautiful sculpture being formed.  The artist circling the stone, and design forming in thought as the rough edges are chiseled away and the beauty of their dream translated to sound.  Gentle, sweet sound that swirls around the creation of that which is being honed through experience and the deep need to express, and share, and create, and write, and compose, and draw, and paint, and define, and dance, and sing, and sculpt, and create poetry.  IT MUST COME OUT, for an artist’s heart is always full to overflowing.

 

And God is the master creator and He created us in His likeness and so we too are made to create.  And out of the abundance of our heart we speak.  And we all speak in different ways.  We speak with words and actions.  We speak through giving and we speak through our art.  And we even speak with our silence.  Out of the heart the soul speaks.

 

Thank You Lord for those who use their gifts to give peace and joy and beauty to others.  Let my art speak Your word from my heart.  Let my art praise You and show You my thanksgiving.  Let my art be a reflection of You.

 

POST SCRIPT:  I GUESS MY BLOG WASN’T SO SHORT.  I HOPE IT WAS SWEET.

 

Good night again!