Still Looking for Lodging!
Travelling home from work
Through neighborhoods of
Strung lights bobbing in winds,
Recently inflated plastic air-bag characters
From children’s cartoons
And seeing the Holy Family
Camping on many front lawns!
The decorations go up signaling
Christmas shopping time has begun.
The Family is still looking for
Lodging,
For a place to stay,
Beyond ornamentation on
Americas’ lawns,
Beyond being part of the
Country’s collective characters and symbols
Dragged out
year after year
sometimes adding new characters to
the mob,
To signal
The beginning of shopping sprees,
Building the economy,
Lifting the GNP,
Encourage Wall Street investors!
At our church each year
Someone steals the Baby Jesus from
The front lawn
crèche scene---
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Birdsong
I swear
the birds are all
extroverts!!!
From early morning
even before the sun surfaces
they start their chatter
on into late evening
never quitting.
What is it they have to say
so long
so much?
Some people imagine
they're singing to their mates,
Others to
God's glory.
Richard W Smith
June 16, 2010
the birds are all
extroverts!!!
From early morning
even before the sun surfaces
they start their chatter
on into late evening
never quitting.
What is it they have to say
so long
so much?
Some people imagine
they're singing to their mates,
Others to
God's glory.
Richard W Smith
June 16, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
My Wish!
To let the
fall breezes
flow across
my face
tousle my hair
bringing
scent
wildness
wilderness
dirt
flowers
wild flowers
the multch for next year
and a fireplace
some distance away,
To let the
cool tap water
flow over my
sore hands
softly
before bed
squeezing through
the faucet
on the right
having circulated through
the house
refreshing
enlivening
peaceful
all
before I leave
this planet
another eight hours
placing my
life
in gravity's hands
that the world
will turn
the universe
will survive
and my love
will be beside me
when the sun
creeps across
the floor
and the cracks
in the window shades
are highlighted
becoming a wake-up
call
to life again!
fall breezes
flow across
my face
tousle my hair
bringing
scent
wildness
wilderness
dirt
flowers
wild flowers
the multch for next year
and a fireplace
some distance away,
To let the
cool tap water
flow over my
sore hands
softly
before bed
squeezing through
the faucet
on the right
having circulated through
the house
refreshing
enlivening
peaceful
all
before I leave
this planet
another eight hours
placing my
life
in gravity's hands
that the world
will turn
the universe
will survive
and my love
will be beside me
when the sun
creeps across
the floor
and the cracks
in the window shades
are highlighted
becoming a wake-up
call
to life again!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
"Stay Awake!"
The old preacher
Told me
to pay attention.
Not because
I sleep during
Her sermons,
But today is Advent
The start of watching
And waiting for
The arrival
of the “One
who is to come!”
Pay attention
Don’t focus only on my
Pain.
Watch
Don’t indulge my
Sadness.
Be alert
Not focused on my
Problems.
Listen carefully
To the sounds of life
Not only my
Life.
Consider
The whole of life
Be not
Inattentive.
Observe
The worlds peoples
Be not
Self absorbed.
Patient
Not trying to control
All of life
Fitting it into my
Schemes.
Advent has arrived
Time to prepare
Take a fresh look
At my focus
Values
Wants and
Wishes
And lining them all up
As a simple gift
To the Child of Bethlehem
For the entire world!
Richard W Smith
November 28, 2010
Told me
to pay attention.
Not because
I sleep during
Her sermons,
But today is Advent
The start of watching
And waiting for
The arrival
of the “One
who is to come!”
Pay attention
Don’t focus only on my
Pain.
Watch
Don’t indulge my
Sadness.
Be alert
Not focused on my
Problems.
Listen carefully
To the sounds of life
Not only my
Life.
Consider
The whole of life
Be not
Inattentive.
Observe
The worlds peoples
Be not
Self absorbed.
Patient
Not trying to control
All of life
Fitting it into my
Schemes.
Advent has arrived
Time to prepare
Take a fresh look
At my focus
Values
Wants and
Wishes
And lining them all up
As a simple gift
To the Child of Bethlehem
For the entire world!
Richard W Smith
November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Path Walking
Path walking
brief journies
each day
along known and
unknown
trails
often leading
in a circle
a Pilgrimage
nontheless.
Some of the
journey
muffled by
earbuds
Some with
frivlous chatter
When all along
wonder
amazement
mystery
adventure
Totally envelope us
as we jog
walk
in fits & starts.
Path walking
a rehearsal
for the
hard reality
of living,
an experiment
in paying attention
a little while.
Maybe the
excuse is
just plain
exercise
losing weight
looking good
fighting depression.
But the stark
action
is facing all creation
being part of
"What Is"
Being counted as
"environment"
Being part of
"Creation"
Being included in
"Life."
Path walking
cutting across
intersecting
sliicing through
boarders
boundaries
where living
life
energy
is spinning
shivering
shaking
quaking
and we are in
the middle
of it
all.
Sometimes
unaware
occassionally
reveling
possibly
thanking
The God deep
within all that's
Life!
Richard W Smith
8/18/2010
brief journies
each day
along known and
unknown
trails
often leading
in a circle
a Pilgrimage
nontheless.
Some of the
journey
muffled by
earbuds
Some with
frivlous chatter
When all along
wonder
amazement
mystery
adventure
Totally envelope us
as we jog
walk
in fits & starts.
Path walking
a rehearsal
for the
hard reality
of living,
an experiment
in paying attention
a little while.
Maybe the
excuse is
just plain
exercise
losing weight
looking good
fighting depression.
But the stark
action
is facing all creation
being part of
"What Is"
Being counted as
"environment"
Being part of
"Creation"
Being included in
"Life."
Path walking
cutting across
intersecting
sliicing through
boarders
boundaries
where living
life
energy
is spinning
shivering
shaking
quaking
and we are in
the middle
of it
all.
Sometimes
unaware
occassionally
reveling
possibly
thanking
The God deep
within all that's
Life!
Richard W Smith
8/18/2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Vincent van Gogh
Vincent-
all colors!!!
hyper-energy
reality painted
not fast enough
dabs
stabs and smudges of
bright
colors.
How did you
see Vincent?
Those quick
impressions
hitting your
retina
splashing
whirling
swirling
blues
yellows
alive!!!
alive!!!
filled with
energy
life
movement
no placid
reality
no boredom
no routine
but
every day
novelty
newness
resurrected life.
Your view of
reality
biologically
influenced
like us all
but
an open heart
waiting
just waiting
to be filled
with the
mystery
the wordless
wonder
as you try and
catch a
fleeting
glimpse on
canvass of
God!
all colors!!!
hyper-energy
reality painted
not fast enough
dabs
stabs and smudges of
bright
colors.
How did you
see Vincent?
Those quick
impressions
hitting your
retina
splashing
whirling
swirling
blues
yellows
alive!!!
alive!!!
filled with
energy
life
movement
no placid
reality
no boredom
no routine
but
every day
novelty
newness
resurrected life.
Your view of
reality
biologically
influenced
like us all
but
an open heart
waiting
just waiting
to be filled
with the
mystery
the wordless
wonder
as you try and
catch a
fleeting
glimpse on
canvass of
God!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sometimes I'm Joyful
Sometimes
I'm joyful
I can't explain it
it happens!
I feel like
my insides are
"a flutter."
Sometimes
I'm down
angry and wanting to
lash out and
"dam" the whole
process of life!
Sometimes
I'm in neutral
unaware of happenings
blaze
going through the motions
looking forward only to a
TV show
Food
a good book
bright photogenic colors
sleep.
Sometimes
I just don't know
I'm stuck
wondering
hoping
disappointed
feeling like a fool
looking back on my lifetime
with regrets
sometimes with delight
most times with
mixed reviews.
October 25, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I Saw An "X"
I saw an
"X" in the
windy blue
fall sky
floating by
(the kind made
by jets)
and it collided
with an
"I"
to make the
letter
"H"
and it spread
wider and wider
covering half
the visible
sky
reminding people
of all sorts of
things in their
lives
past and present
maybe hinting at their futures.
Then as the
"H"
drifted
it simply
disintegrated
from riding the
wind
and moving
further & futher
into the distance.
"X" in the
windy blue
fall sky
floating by
(the kind made
by jets)
and it collided
with an
"I"
to make the
letter
"H"
and it spread
wider and wider
covering half
the visible
sky
reminding people
of all sorts of
things in their
lives
past and present
maybe hinting at their futures.
Then as the
"H"
drifted
it simply
disintegrated
from riding the
wind
and moving
further & futher
into the distance.
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