When I glance out my Window I notice the flags my Neighbor stuck along the Berm. I ponder for a poignant moment. I think about the soldiers wno Never came home. I try to imagine the grief of their Dear ones who received the Unwelcome, unthinkable Unspeakable news. Freedom is costly, the price Beyond my comprehension. DiAnne's flags help me not to Forget. |
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I wonder whether it pained Jesus to
Choose Judas as one of the Twelve knowing what the Betrayer would do. I wonder whether He was tempted to Spill the secret to the rest of His Disciples. I wonder whether Jesus wept over Judas as He did Jerusalem. I wonder whether it troubled Jesus To serve Judas at the last supper, To offer him the bread and wine and Wash his feet. I wonder whether Jesus resisted The hypocrite's kiss. I wonder how Jesus could treat Judas like the others knowing What He knew. The cashier at the Dollar Store wasn't
Standing, but sitting in her walker. I assisted her by placing my items on The conveyor belt within her reach. "Thanks," she said. I complimented her on her Sparkly cap and asked, "Are you Looking forward to Easter?" "Yes. But for me, Easter is Every day," she answered. "For me too," I said. We sensed that we were "sisters" Despite our different skin tones. "He must increase but I must Decrease," the lady said. "Guess what!" I told her. "I wrote a poem about that verse," and I quoted it for her: "He must increase, but I must decrease. It's a process I must refine. It means using my breath to inflate His Balloon and sticking a pin in mine." "I love it," she said. And we couldn't help but praise Jesus at The check out at the Dollar Store, not Minding the onlookers. I went into the store to buy Easter Cards. But my sweet sister reminded me That I should celebrate the empty Tomb every day, not just on Easter Sunday.
New Years crept up on me and
Then burst on the scene taking me By surprise. I was just getting used to 2022. I'm not one for making Resolutions, but if I were, I'd Resolve to worry less in the New year and trust God more. I'd savor each day, set aside times For friends and sleep in. I'd stick to my diet, but treat Myself to something sweet now And then. I'd dispense hugs and smiles without End. I'd give my quiet time priority. I'd look past peoples' outer features And try to see their inner qualities and Struggles, to listen rather than talk so Much. (A hard one for sure.) I'd discard items I no longer use or Need. I'd take more risks, not assuming that Things will always turn out badly, but That they may end up being Surprisingly good. I'd be willing to be stretched. If I made resolutions for 2023, These are a few that would be on My list. Because You came, Jesus, I
Can talk to You while I'm still in Bed. Because You came, I can ask You to Direct my steps today and know You Have a plan. Because You came, I can feel Your Comfort in sorrow and have hope for Tomorrow and every tomorrow thereafter. Because You came I know my Life won't end when it ends and I'll See my loved ones again. Because You came, Jesus, I am Not for a moment alone. On Christmas day before I crawl out of Bed I sing with gusto, "Joy to the world," Forever grateful that You came. Christmas joy to you all!
The weather lady nailed it.
During the night the temperature Plunged, the rain turned to Snow and the howling wind Awoke me. I pulled the covers up to my Chin and slept in, so thankful I Had no need to go outside. I'm cuddled up now in my toasty Pink coverup that a sweet friend Sent to me for Christmas. I'm comfy in my recliner listening to Carols and watching the snow swirl Outside my window piling up in White powdery drifts. It's a blowing snow day, A reading a book kind of day, A day to be grateful that I can Hunker down in my warm cozy Home. The classic carols have
Become so familiar that I Often sing them by rote, not even Thinking about the words. But at church, when our worship leader Introduced our Christmas hymn by Saying, "It's the greatest gospel Song ever written," I pondered the Message which was printed out on The screen in front of us: "Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth." And further: "Veiled in flesh the God-head see, Hail the incarnate Deity." As I sang along I wanted to Proclaim as the angels did, "Hark! Pay attention folks! Absorb the profound mystery." This finite babe we are singing About, is indeed, Almighty God!" (Hark the Herald Angels Sing, by Charles Wesley and George Whitefield.) |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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