Fishing around to come up with some new lyrics for a favorite old folk tune, The Water Is Wide. Actually it sort of fished for me while I wasn’t even trying. Sometimes it works best like that: just sitting still and being aware of how some sense of things within are oddly content with things without – like a windy, cloudy day.
Hope you enjoy it.
Blaiseintotheblue, Peace, out…
No idea if I posted before. But, if so, reposting…
The Time Has Come
Nowhere to run –
that which must be has begun,
tares from wheat,
bitter from sweet,
chaff from grain,
sound of mind from all insane,
dross from gold,
It shall unfold –
wickedness from all that’s good,
stripped away like bark from wood,
dark from light, left from right, manifest,
north from south and east from west,
what is cursed from what is blessed.
Murky gray begone from day!
You shall see – so it must be.
Lukewarm from hot,
lukewarm from cold;
that long hidden must unfold,
coward false from true and bold
So it has been long foretold.
Don’t you know?
Nowhere to go.
~ Blaise ~
Against The Darkness
Now the Light of Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
the Chosen One, the Truth, the Way
shines forth in triumph and dispels the darkness
of this wicked day!
Begone, you vanquished powers of hell,
of Satan, sin, of lies, of death, and woe,
Now unto your appointed place
you must forever go.
The One Who has the victory
now holds this earth forever in His power.
He triumphant reigns,
Who has burst apart your useless chains!
Christ Jesus’ holy name alone we bless and praise,
as in His triumph now our shouts of joy we raise,
and forever throughout endless days.
His holy, precious blood has set us free,
as He the Lamb of God alone
has won the victory!
~ © Blaise ~
Where to from here,
beginning the week,
with laundry piled up
to which I now speak?
It’s only Monday –
turning out not to be such a fun day.
Washing clothes – simple chore,
and nothing more.
but the dryer has quit –
Now I’m in a twit.
No reason to be in a jitter.
Instead I can post it
on Facebook and Twitter.
Yesterday’s Palm Sunday weather – a hard cold rain changing to snow – here in the Great Lakes Region was a bit of a surprise… Hence to memorialize.
Palm Sunday – right?
When spring is in sight.
Memories are many of soft balmy breezes
without freezing rain
and head colds and sneezes.
Daffodils lifting up their gold smiles to the sun
and winter was long ago on the run.
My little fake tree –
it’s the only one for me!
No sticky needles, bugs, or ticks,
and still I get my Christmas kicks!
Only three feet tall –
from the basement I can haul!
Upon it are three strings of light
To make its cozy corner bright.
Yes, it’s oh so small
the cat will not upon it crawl.
She remembers last year when she tried,
down she fell with wounded pride!
Oh Christmas tree!
How greatly do I love thee!
Fall In For You
A riot of loud color
tumbling to the ground
makes not a sound,
but the wind
makes this spectacle rustle
with much fuss and bustle,
making its way
with each shorter day,
as it rushes on
toward a blustery mid winter
Please visit my online gallery, where prints and other fascinating and useful items in this design are available. Thank you for stopping by!
Sometimes pets know what to do!
Grab a little cat nap –
It’s a thing that you can do,
when you’re drained and tired and weary
or feeling kind of blue.
It may be that your body
and your mind are far too busy,
So it’s one good way,
at that low point in the day,
to keep yourself
from going into a tizzy!
Peering down into the depths
while viewing from a rocky ledge, I see
myriad colors murky, deep, and dark,
but also shimmering, dancing light
that sparkles, smiles
and reaches up to me.
It is as if the sun when setting
was absorbed and held entranced
beneath the surface of a
captivating, wild, and lonely sea.
Now peering up it seeks a way,
come what may,
whereby it may regain the sky,
ascend into its former glory
and be free!
© Yvonne Blasy
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