Travel Blessing 3TC #Poem

May the road rise up to meet you*
And the challenges before you
Be just under what defeats you!
And still may you be assured to
Keep on going in the Presence
Of the Life that gives you living!
May the road rise up to meet you
And your taking be forgiving!

*Old Irish blessing.


Written for
#Threethingschallenge #498.

“Sweet Hour of Prayer” #Music

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“Sweet Hour of Prayer” was written by William W. Walford, who lived in England from 1772 to 1850.

This hymn is about private prayer, rather than congregational prayer in a church service or other setting. This is deep, intense, personal prayer of petition; thanksgiving; and again, petition, but from a waiting, faithful soul who is aware that God already knows what is needed.

American songwriter, William Bradbury, composed the fitting music for this hymn.

I hope you enjoy this beautiful, contemplative melody on zither!

You Are not Alone

Mary Oliver said, “Sometimes the great bones of my life are so heavy.” I really know nothing about her life, only her wonderful poetry. But judging by this quote, she must have known pain, suffering, fatigue, and even simply the common stresses of life in her time. Whichever it was, Mary knew and understood.

Perhaps she put this down on paper for herself, as a catharsis or release. After all, that’s one reason many of us write.

But reaching beyond herself, Mary Oliver’s words are still shared today, reminding us that we are not alone in the pain, suffering, fatigue, and stresses of life we experience.

I am grateful to writers, past and present, who reach out to let us know, in no uncertain terms: You are not alone!


My 129-word response to
dVerse Prosery: Bone Weary,
containing this Mary Oliver quote.

It uses the line, but doesn’t really fit the prompt, which requires a story with beginning, middle, and end.

“Hope for Hard Times” #Music #SixSentenceStories

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There are times when we could all use a filter, especially when we feel tired and run down or in pain.

Maybe it’s a coffee filter; these days it’s probably a mask, or even a mask with a filtering element.

Whatever you use and whatever you need, I pray that yours is a filter of hope!

Not to prevent hope–oh no–but to prevent some negativity from entering your heart, mind, soul, and outlook!

Here is a medley of two pieces I composed years ago, “Hard Times” and “Hope.”

May this meditation with zither, alto recorder, and Oriole soprano recorder be a hopeful filter for you during these difficult times!


Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Filter
and
Tale Weaver #310: Tired and Run Down.

Open-hearted #Poem

O that our hearts of polished stone
Would ride like cowboys in the night!
Come quickly now to help just one
And stay until the morning light!
With mind and spirit shining bright
And body comforted by touch,
We’d feel less lonely in our plight.
I don’t believe I ask too much!

O Rocky Mountains, deep in tone,
Give us your song of strength and might!
Help all remember, small and grown,
That each one has a place in life!
And whether ag-ed or a sprite,
Compassion true is not a crutch.
A gift of love, the heart’s delight!
I don’t believe I ask too much!

O that our hearts of polished stone
Would ride like cowboys in the night!
Come quickly now to help just one
And stay until the morning light!
With mind and spirit shining bright
And body comforted by touch,
We’d feel less lonely in our plight.
I don’t believe I ask too much!

O Prince of Peace, You, Love and Light!
Let us release the fear we clutch!
And open to Your loving sight–
I don’t believe I ask too much!


This is a
Ballade
written for Linda Kruschke’s weekly
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt.

PSA: If you, like me, cannot read text in images, click the Ballade link above for a written explanation and examples of the form.

Replaced #Costanza #Poem

I need a place to hide my shame
Or better still, to vanquish all,
For shameful feelings bring the fall.

I seek the magic in my name
That shows, not who I choose to be,
But who I Am when I Am free!

I search for one eternal flame,
The fire of life that is my spark,
Which shines on through the deepest dark.

I trust myself, but not the same.
The person I have been is gone,
Replaced by someone moving on!

I play at life and win the game!
No matter what has come before,
I live in knowing evermore!

I need no place to hide my shame.
No longer mine, it’s blown away
By lighter dawns and brighter days!


This is a Costanza, written for
MLMM Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip – Costanza

“Angel” #Music

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Tomorrow we celebrate Thanksgiving in the United States. Wherever you live, this can be a time to reflect on and express gratitude and thankfulness. Gratitude is the inner feeling that you have received kindness. Thankfulness is the expression of that feeling. Both are positive and, though seemingly small, add so much to our lives. After all, if we don’t acknowledge the good things we already have, how can we receive more? The feeling of gratitude opens us to more positive feelings, including kindness and compassion toward ourselves and others.

“Angel” is a piece I wrote in 2003, on keyboard and harmonica. I hope you enjoy hearing it on lyre, Oriole soprano recorder, Oriole Dolce Duo (a double flute), and viola. Putting this together was a labor of love!

I wish each one of you a blessed, happy, hopeful, peaceful, and safe Thanksgiving, and many moments of gratitude and thankfulness now and every day!

Possibilities #Poem

Within Infinity
possibilities and potentials are endless!
That’s why it’s called Infinity!

Within Eternity
their stretch is limitless!
That’s why it’s called Eternity!

Yet on earth
possibilities and potentials
become limited.

So we ask
for the Infinite, Eternal wisdom
to live our own possibilities!


A Quadrille for De’s “possible” prompt at
dVerse

Coping #Limerick #Poem

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!

And you’re wanting to know how I make it
When the mind says I simply can’t take it?
I just keep my mouth closed,
Breathing deep through my nose
Without saying a word, and I fake it!

No, I don’t have a piece of advice
So that everything works out all nice.
Through my problems I pray
For the will and the way
That won’t ask for my soul as its price!

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!


An extended Limerick written for
Michael’s Coping Prompt at MLMM.