Wednesday September 30 2015  A QUICK NIGHT

Time went by too quickly today with all I had to do.  But I am here now and intend to just check in on my blog site for a few minutes and then get to bed as early as possible.  I have a big day tomorrow.  I will leave the house about 6:15 a.m. and not be home until evening.  I have the honor of watching my grandsons for the day.  The oldest will be in school for part of the day but Xander and I will hang out together.  He is such a super little boy.  Actually, quite amazing.

Since his ear surgery, while I was away, he has done remarkably well.  He had hearing loss in both ears, 30% on one side and 40% on the other side.  His diction is improving and he seems to respond more readily to conversations.  I am just so thankful that his situation was discovered early in his life.  He will be four years old next month.

My metal table is dry and is ready to be brought indoors.  The problem is that it is very heavy and Dave is not supposed to lift more than 10 pounds at present.  We can’t park in our garage until we get the table and base into the house.  Hopefully someone will show up who is just so desiring to carry a heavy, cumbersome, antique tobacco starting table and its base into our house.  We need a Mr. Muscleman!  We need a miracle!

Actually, I need a miracle to get to bed on time.  So here goes.  I’ll try to make my miracle happen.  I was thinking a lot about TIME this morning as I sat in the Lord’s presence.  I decided to look TIME up in the dictionary.  TIME has many connotations attached to it.  Is is a noun.  As I read the dictionary I recognized a poem was coming, I confiscated the words that the dictionary used for its definition and created the following poem.

 

TIME

By Kathleen Martens

September 30, 2015

 

A non-spacial continuum

With irreversible succession.

An interval separating,

As well as duration.

 

A collection, as of years,

Minutes, or days

Representing separation,

That knows its own way.

 

Or a similar number

Representing specific points

Of an arbitrary past

Our memory anoints.

 

Thank you for your “TIME”. 

Good night and God bless you.

 

You know I can’t close without a P.S.  

So, P.S.

I will add a few poems below for those who like to read poetry.  These were written in past years.  

 

Time With Self

By Kathleen Martens

May 14, 2013

 

Spending time with self,

What value may that be?

Do you enjoy your time of solitude

Or is there someone else you’d rather see.

 

Are you interested in thinking,

In quiet time alone?

Or rather be on Facebook,

Or perhaps talking on the phone?

 

Are your thoughts important?

Do you remember how to think?

Or must you have someone to occupy

Or connect with on Twitter’s link?

 

Are you thoughtful, well read and curious

Or consumed by what others say?

Do you believe you have interesting thoughts

That help you throughout your day?

 

Alone with self, what a privilege,

No hustle, bustle or race.

Do you know what your spirit looks like?

Do you recognize your own face?

 

 

Do you like who you are?

Would you choose YOU as a friend?

Perhaps that’s a question you should ask

For its YOU you’ll be with till the end.

 

 

MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY

By Kathleen Martens

July 29, 2013

 

Oh to awaken

To a brand new story

The beauty and sounds

Creating morning’s glory!

 

My favorite part

Of each day’s birth,

When the rising sun

Kisses the earth.

 

Noontime comes

Ever too swift,

And the brilliance of day

Causes my heart to lift.

 

It is the very best

In my 24 hours,

By light and energy

I’m renewed with power.

 

Then afternoon comes

With cooling breeze

And the melodic lull

Of the honey bees.

 

My most ideal time

For a cup of tea,

A most welcoming place

I choose to be.

 

And then the evening

Bringing day’s end.

Each hour the day gives

Is My Favorite Friend!

 

I love them all!

Every moment I Iive,

Each moment that passes

A new gift it gives.

 

And then the next

That I like best

Is when it’s time

For bedtime rest. 

 

All are favorites

When in joy I receive,

For each moment God gives 

In Him I believe.

 

 

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN TIME AND SPACE

By Kathleen Martens

July 15, 2010

 

Oh Lord, just take me off

To that wonderful place,

Somewhere between

Time and space.

 

Take me into

The realms You know

Where there is freedom

Where ever You go.

 

Your spiritual world

Where no time dwells,

Where there is no influence

Of that place called Hell.

 

Just existence,

Secure in God’s arms,

Shielded forever

From outward harm.

 

Your presence and knowledge

Just part of being;

And Spiritual eyes

Given for seeing.

 

If I could but exist

For just one hour

In Your presence

Consumed by Your power.

 

I don’t think 

I could ever come back,

Too much of You

I would surely lack.

 

Someday it will be time

To walk through that door,

And then I’ll be with You

Forever more.

 

Until then I’ll dream

Of that wonderful place.

Somewhere between

Time and space.

 

Good night again!