Is Life Really So Simple?

A blogger friend gave me some verses to read. I opened my The Message Bible to the right book. I started reading the intro and then turned to the first page.  I know I haven’t made it to the verses yet. I wanted to see what this book was about according to this Bible, The Message. It is written for easy understanding for simple people like me. I was instantly taken aback at the words.

Now I will have to say I am a simple-minded girl, lady, woman. I read and I see it in not elegant terms, but very open words. I thought about what I read and decided that this sounds so boring. I felt that life may be what the poem stated in reality.

But for me there is more. That is where I am a weird person. I am always having to dig underneath   the words, in between the lines. I saw that the reason I see things differently than the author of the poem is I add love, compassion, understanding and vigor to my life. I have to spice it up, see the small miracles, give thanks to God for any little thing I have and do. I can not afford to see such parallel at this point in my life. Caring for my brother takes more than just love for him.

I have to love God even deeper. Count on friendships harder. Pray more often.

Maybe some of you will totally disagree with me. This is alright. You may have a brain better equipped to see things and figure out stuff than I do. Maybe you will even want to offer me some advice.

I would also like to offer you the opportunity to point out verses that you are familiar with in the Bible. Please show me that it is impossible that our loving Mother is not conversing with Al. Tell me that Al is not in his right mind when he says he is speaking to Mom. That he has seen her hand reaching down to him.

I am confused, can you tell? A big part of me wants to believe that Mom is here to  help Al when the time is right for him to leave. Yet I also believe in God and his word. I don’t think for one moment that any evil is in our house. Why? Because there is too much love for God between Al and me. We lean on him so heavily how could any evil enter?

This is not a lose/win session between me and you, my friends. This is a time when I have to admit I don’t understand the Bible as well as you. I am looking for answers, as most of us are from time to time.

Here is what I told you I would let you read that I read.


The Question

These are the words of the Quester, David‘s son and king of Jerusalem.

Smoke, nothing but smoke. That’s what the Quester says.

There’s nothing to anything- it’s all smoke.

What’s there to show for a lifetime of work,

a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?

One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,

but nothing changes- it’s business as usual for old planet earth.

The sun comes up and the sun goes down,

then does it again, and again- the same old round.

The wind blows south, the wind blows north,

Around and around and around it blows,

blowing this way and that- the whirling, erratic wind.

All the rivers flow into the sea,

but the sea never fills up.

The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,

and then start all over and do it again.

Everything’s boring, utterly boring-

no one can find any meaning in it.

Boring to the eye,

boring to the ear.

What was will be again,

what happened will happen again.

There’s nothing new on this earth.

Year after year it’s the same old thing.

Does someone call out, ” Hey, this is new”?

Don’t get excited- it’s the same old story.

Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.

And the things that will happen tomorrow?

Nobody’ll remember them either.

Don’t count on being remembered.

Well this is what I read. If you have any words of wisdom please feel free to speak to me or write to me. Now, I am going to go read the verses my friend pointed out.spirit worldAnimatedAngelbook-of-lifebook4

Two Three-Stanza Poems for Terry

Maxim wrote two poems for me. I wanted you to see them also

Maxim Sense

These two poems are actually comments I made on Terry Shepherd’s blog terry1954. I consider myself so “engaged” to Terry and her blog since I had known her through a blogger friend- our mutual friend, especially after I had known her struggles in life living as a single mother and taking care of a dear brother afflicted with MSA. Anything, which I feel might comfort her or even relieve her momentarily, however small, is so important for now. These two poems are some of my small gifts to her.

For Terry- A Dear Friend (1)

Sleep if you must my friend
There’s so much more to mend
Wake up if you must get erect
There’s so much more to correct

Sleep if you must my friend
And do your chores to blend
While others may not have noticed
You keep moving as you are enticed

Sleep if you must…

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I Took Your Advice

I have had a laid back day. I also have had a few comments about the scary truth that happened here last evening. A dear friend named Diane sent Al an anointed cloth a day ago.

I don’t know if this has anything to do with what happened. I have never studied anything about the ever after life. I just always knew and counted on going to heaven, so why question, but maybe I need more answers. This cloth has been prayed over by very strong Christians so it means the world to me. Al keeps it under his pillow.

The advice I took is I did nothing today. Yes, Al is here. He was only up this morning for breakfast and has preferred napping in his recliner or bed and dining in his room. Wow, it must be nice to order room service. LOL

I did sweep the kitchen this morning and clean the kitty box. I did one load of laundry because of Al’s bedding and made my own bed.

Right now he is eating supper and I am eating at my favorite spot, my writing chair. I am listening to some of my favorite music instead of having to hear Pawn Stars in the background. Maybe you would also enjoy this music. Here is a link in case you would. It is Gheorghe Zamfir, full album.

I even took a nap. I feel lazy because I didn’t clean more, but I feel more relaxed, and to dine to my music is divine.


My heart is big enough for two

A little for others  a little for you

Although we are sister and brother

As a sibling there is no other

But we each need our space you know

It makes life such an easier flow

So you listen and watch Pawn Stars

And I will listen to my music and ponder on the stars…………

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Daily Prompt; Luxurious, DP, Daily Prompt

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LUXURY.

There are so many luxuries in the world. I can think of some right off the top of my Diamonds,car show 10 nice cars,cinema owning a business,gold frame pic antiques,castle travels,Log cabin on a snow covered landscape, Steamboat Springs, Colorado, USA and vacations.

But then I had to break it down even farther. Now I am thinking luxury that I can’t live without.

What is it that you can’t live without? What about me? What can I live a full life without having in my life?

I keep coming back to the same things over and over.

I need beating heartmy heart and soul so that I may be able to interact with others. I need 101_0765101_0719-2my children in my life, so that I can watch them experience some of what  I have.

I need walk on trees skya sense of peace surrounding me so that I not only feel safe but can think.

But most of all, I need satanGod taking care of me. Protecting me from evil in this world. I need God to give me strength and patience, love and tenderness, compassion and rest so I can continue my care of my brother, Al.dscf4206book4