My Place of Peace

 My Place of Peace

Peace
What the heck is it anyways
Always has seemed to be elusive to me in its meaning
I know it when I see it
When I feel it
I grew up in a hectic world
So early on I knew no peace
No place of peace

Until

Someone told me
"Peace I leave you.
My peace I give you."

I mulled those words around for years
Slowly I started to find peace
A fullness of the moment I am in
The hectic world around me stops
Contentment comes over me
I see the harmony of the colors
I feel the beat of the drum
No matter that my surroundings is so loud
I am at peace
I feel peace

Sometimes I just sit
And read
Those words on the page
Bring me peace

A walk in the meadow
With my grandkids
Hearing their laughter
Across that meadow
Brings me peace
That is peace
Given to me
Left for me
To be at peace

Curiosity

 

 

Curiosity

See
What is down there?
Inside
That crack in the fallen down log
A bug crawls fast, fast
Into the shadow
Peek closely
Pull the bark back

Oil painting and all its facets
Apply the paint really thick
Pull the brush through
The bright blue into the deep purple
Look at that!
Bring in the deep green
Streak that forest green through
A deep forest valley is created
Step back
Exhale

Listen
Waves crawling in on the rocky beach
Hey what is that?
A rock moving as the waves recede
Rocks don't have legs
With pinchers
Quick
Turn over that rock
That the pincher legs crawled under
WOW !
That creature knows me
Cuz it has stopped and is pointing his arms, his pinchers at me
Like an orchestra conductor
He is little
I am bigger
Kinda big

What is next for today
I pull out my camera
She pulls out her magnifying glass
We go explore

Cross of Christ

Cross of Christ

Up on the hill
High above me every day
As I scream through life
My speed of life
Bumps in the road?
Yes, many, many
Oh I have those smooth sailing type of days
When skies are sunny and blue
But then around the corner
Yep there are the potholes of life
Will I ever just slow down
And just stroll
And look up
To that hill
With the cross
The three crosses
That cross is my anchor
What guides my life
My daily
My everyday
Always
It is there always
Yesterday
And tomorrow
Always
Will  I look up?
Yes today I will
Look up often
To that Cross of Christ

Classy

 

Classy

You are classy
Classy in the way you say hello
Classy in the way you talk about your day
Not just the ordinary
Something unique is said
Your words are classy

You have that look
The look of classiness
Pearls with denim jeans
That type of classy
Elegance wraps around you
As it always has

You focus on others
So classy
To do this
So interested
In what someone else's journey
Someone else's struggles
Someone else's victories

Age is never a requirement
To be classy
You were when you were eighteen
Just as you are now
Many decades later

The funny thing is
You most assuredly do not think of yourself
As being classy
Which is so classy