Infection

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The Jesus Infection
by Maxine Kumin

Jesus is with me
on the Blue Grass Parkway going eastbound.
He is with me
on the old Harrodsburg Road coming home.
I am listening
to country gospel music
in the borrowed Subaru.
The gas pedal
and the words
leap to the music.
O throw out the lifeline!
Someone is drifting away.
Flags fly up in my mind
without my knowing
where they’ve been lying furled
and I am happy
living in the sunlight
where Jesus is near.
A man is driving his polled Herefords
across the gleanings of a cornfield
while I am bound for the kingdom of the free.
At the little trestle bridge that has no railing
I see that I won’t have to cross Jordan alone.
Signposts every mile exhort me
to Get Right With God
and I move over.
There’s a neon message blazing
at the crossroad
catty-corner to the Burger Queen:
Ye Come With Me.
It is well with my soul, Jesus?
It sounds so easy
to be happy after the sunrise,
to be washed in the crimson flood.
Now I am tailgating
and I read a bumper sticker
on a Ford truck full of Poland Chinas.
It says: Honk If You Know Jesus
and I do it.
My sound blats out for miles
behind the pigsqueal
and it’s catching in the front end,
in the axle,
in the universal joint,
this rich contagion.
We are going down the valley on a hairpin turn,
the swine and me, we’re breakneck in
we’re leaning on
the everlasting arms.
 
“The Jesus Infection” by Maxine Kumin from Selected Poems: 1960-1990. W. W. Norton © 1997.

a fighting spirit

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the dream catcher takes your dreams and wages battle

 

give me space

lots of space

so I can do my pace

don’t fence me in…

 

virus 19

my mask guards lungs

my social distances

pass you by

 

water, soap, compliance,

make a trinity

a fight to beat pandemic

life – infinity!

nature’s mask

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Nicole Wade: Illustrations

 

Nature’s Masks 

 

what makes the smile on fox’s face?

what keeps a squirrel in the race?

 

woodpecker rapping on the tree?

butterfly flutt’ring for you and me?

 

oak leaves that rustle in the wind?

mushrooms- thick and thin skinned?

 

One sole thing makes all masks sing:

Nature’s delight in the Spring!

 

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destiny vs fate

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If there was ever a time to talk about fate and destiny it’s now. Transformation always goes with choice. And choice puts a person at a crossroads between their fate and destiny which are two profound mystical elements in life. Fate is when you relinquish your power of choice to the circumstances around you. When you give up. Destiny is when in that moment you write the end of your story. Destiny always leads you to a path you did not anticipate. It always leads you into the world your soul takes charge of.

Caroline Myss

Caroline Myss

https://www.myss.com/fate-destiny-video/

 

quandary…

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Jeanne’s latest book with her caught in the chaos of sticking to priorities

 

A quandary sent to my pastor this am in response to her text for Sunday’s sermon:

Hi my favorite priest!

Every day I look forward to your sacred communiques!

And I have to prioritize:
1 Do I do a hand calligraphy of the sacred scripture to frame and give away? or
2 Do I meditate further on the proper of the Sunday Mass as presented with music, video, text and divine inspiration? or
3 Do I attend to an endless list of medical follow ups for both Don and I? or  
4 Do laundry, vacuum, shop for groceries, cook or attend to household chores? or
5 Do I face-time my grown children, sister, brothers, vulnerable neighbors and friends, and grandchildren?

Sometimes the pandemic cuts through with immediate needs.
Do we have the correct masks?
Is planting flowers for mother’s day an essential task?

You make the scripture louder than everything else as it should be.

Thank you for your holy touch.
Jeanne

Lullaby

and then there were two!

jeannepoland's avatarThe Vibrant Channeled Creator

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lullaby

let go

breathe

listen to  tibetan bowl

hum its home song

lilt its rocking swing

soothe its little one.

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Alphabeta

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Alphabeta by John Stevens

ALPHA majuscules

BETA miniscules

ALPHABETA running flourishes

madness in the spring

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poppy in a field

 

A little Madness in the Spring
by Emily Dickinson

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown—
Who ponders this tremendous scene—
This whole Experiment of Green—
As if it were his own!
 
“A little Madness in the Spring…” by Emily Dickinson. Public domain.

Tara is already here…

 

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this jpg of Tara was sent to me from Mother Eileen , my pastor at Christ Church

Tara appears in a beautiful, subtle body of green light, and she appears with her right foot forward. That right foot forward symbolizes that she’s ready to come the minute you think of her. In the tradition, the idea is that Tara is already here, but if we’re not thinking of her, we don’t really know that. When we think of her … we might say her mantra, we might visualize her … then she’s instantaneously ready to come to our assistance.

The truth is that we are never truly alone.  God is as near as our next breath, and God has promised to never leave us nor forsake us.  So when you feel hopeless, cast your care on Jesus, the lover of our souls.  Cry, scream, shake your fist if you must!  It’s okay.  God can take it.  And then sit quietly and let the Peace of God, which passes understanding, sweep over you.  Let God cover you as a mother bird’s wings cover her chick’s and protect them and keep them warm.

At this time I need Tara to watch over my daughter’s cat, Salvatore, who is critically ill during the pandemic. In the photo below, he is the cat on the right.

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I have also created images of Salvatore’s cat guardian angel who never leaves his side:

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Fidelis

 

 

skinny ankles

Elizabeth Rose Stanton

illustrator: Elizabeth Rose Stanton

 

see my chicken legs

the fur all soft and snowy

must be rabbit ears!

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