Songster
-
Posts
1,571 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Content Type
Profiles
Forums
Calendar
Posts posted by Songster
-
-
Rev. Dread, My heart goes out to you . . . and my prayers to the Creator will be that your son may be healed, that his pain will be eased, and that your heart will withstand the current strain. God's blessing upon you, Amen.
-
Qryos, I was fortunate to live in Japan when I was a child and learned the art from a beautiful soul that watched me while my parents were at work. She would take my haiku, and after many "Oooos" and "Ahhhs", would show me how to write them in kanji. I've long since forgotten how to write in the original language of the haiku, but continued to write at least one everyday. Like anything else in life, excersize and practice improves one's ability to perform.
-
Thank you for the blessings! Shalom
-
I have wanted to do this since I was a teenager (40 years ago). I've always been a spiritual person (though not always devout), enjoying a close relationship with my Creator, and deeply interested in improving my understanding of Man's place in His Universe . Once, I even clipped a ULC advertisment out of a check-out line newspaper with the intention of seeking my ordination, but never sent it in. Then, a couple years ago (as the presiding officer of a fraternal organization I belong to) I was asked to officiate at a funeral for one of our members. I was honored to do so . . . A few months later I was asked to perform the ceremony for another, and then another . . . One day last year, someone asked if I did weddings too . . . and even though I knew they were kidding me, I figured . . . "Why not?" It still took me another 6 to 8 months to get around to submitting my application . . .But here I am . . . Now, besides weddings and funerals, I'd like to get some training that would qualify me to counsel couples and troubled teens.
-
Cool breezes carry
A silver sliver of Moon.
Summer's last sunset.
-
My reply may seem un-timely, being so far removed from the day of your loss, but I felt compelled to offer my sincerest condolenses to you and your family. I know from experience that time does not heal all wounds, and in fact may be even harder to bear with each day. In your grief, you may question your faith in a Power that allows such tragic things to happen . . . as I did . . . I have no answers, but can only offer this advice . . . Be thankful for the times you shared together, be especially kind to those that share your loss, and be assured that your re-union with your brother will be a joyous occasion. May God bless you all, Amen.
-
I just got through reading Wanagi's discourse about the Medicine Wheel, and noted your comments about the simularities to wheels in other cultures. I know that the names and nature of our Higher Powers may be entirely different, but I believe that every act in life has purpose, and I would not have discovered Wanagi's wonderful forum topic if you had not mentioned the Wheel. My thanks, my friend!
-
My prayers will include you , your brother, and your Mum. May their sufferings be eased. May you all find peace of mind and the strength to endure these troubles. Amen.
-
THE COG
THERE ONCE WAS A DAY
WHEN AN EVERYDAY COG
GOT TIRED OF TURNING
IN PERPETUAL SLOG.
HIS WHIRLING AND TWIRLING
KEPT HIS MIND IN A SPIN
THUS PUZZLED HE PONDERED
WHERE TO START, WHERE TO END?
HE ASK OF HIS NEIGHBOR
(IN HIS ROUND-ABOUT-MIEN)
"IS THIS CEASELESS CYCLING
WHY WHEELS WERE MACHINED?"
WAS ANSWERED, "I'VE GOT TO ROLL,
I'VE NO TIME, SO TO SPEAK!
BETTER ORDER SOME OIL!
YOU'RE STARTING TO SQUEAK!"
AROUND AND ABOUT THEN
(OUR POOR COG DESPAIRING)
HE RIDDLED HIS REASON,
AND QUESTIONED HIS BEARINGS.
BUT THEY COULDN'T TELL HIM,
BEING PRESSED TO EXERTION.
(OUR COG WASN'T SURE
THAT IT WASN'T COERCION!)
HE CALLED FOR A MEETING,
A GATHERING OF GEARS,
WHERE HE THUNDERED AND ROARED
(HAVING WOUND ROUND FOR YEARS).
WHEN, OVER AND UNDER,
EVERY SPROCKET AND CAM
WENT SUDDENLY SILENT
AS IF THEY'D BEEN JAMMED!
THEN A BIG HAIRY HAND
GAVE A TWIST OF A WRENCH,
NOW OUR HERO, THE COG,
IS RESTING UP ON A BENCH.
Robert Anderson (aka Songster)
-
Twilight descending.
Beneath swaying sycamores
Silent shadows sleep.
-
Sense is essential
To distinguish poetry
From mere gibberish.
The tolerant tongue
Aches behind tight clenched teeth
Choking kind critics.
Thankful
in Prayer & Good Wishes Archive
Posted
May our Creator continue to enlighten our consciousnesses and fill our souls with peace. May His blessings and comfort find you when you need them most. Amen.