Sunday! Amen!

 

Amen!

 

 

"So be it! "Or :So it is!"

 

The sacred word is meant to be an affirmation of prayer.

With reverence, "Amen!" seals the deal in humble adoration.

A fiat of man's purpose-intent to Praise! Honor! Glorify! God.

Amen! To that. Amen! Again!

 

Happy Sunday! Enjoy! Be Thankful!
Practice: Faith! Hope! Charity!

Amen!

Another chance

 

Good Morning! Lord!

 

  

Thank You! For one more day

to try to get it right living Christian faith.

Forgive my weak indulgence in transgression,

provide strength to choose value, to practice virtue,

to eschew evil and his demon-force with purpose.

Let Your example lead me from errant ways to offer

Praise! Honor! Glory! to Thee in each thought, word and deed.

  

Amen!

Random Acts

 

Random Acts-of-Kindness

 

 

Any endeavor is honed to proficiency with---Practice!

 

Subtle try expanding sacred Love with purpose of intent:

 

Smile! And say “Hello!” to a passer-by

Bless! A child laying your hand upon their head

Kiss! Tenderly a hand or forehead or a soft cheek

Voice! “Please!” and “Thank you!” more often

Give! A coin or bill to an encountered stranger

Praise! The Deity with Truth! Respect! Prayer!

Honor! The Creator with appreciation for man and nature

Glory! Reigns supreme on blessed lives; be humble-Thankful

Humble! Thy spirit with honesty and self-deprecating humor

Judge! First thyself, then hold fast an evil tongue

Laugh! Robustly at the faux folly of thy ways and wills

Live! With emotion-passion for each awesome adventure

Love! God most, then man, as Commanded by His Ten

See! The beauty of Intelligence! Talent! Kindness! Virtue!

Enjoy! Each instant as your last; in some blink it shall be so

Allow! The aura Grace of Holy Spirit light thy saintly-way

Pray I! To one day spirit free-fly like His servant-angel band

 

And, In the ending, seek and find each new offered beginning! I pray!

Amen!

 



Judgments

 

Dreamer!

 

You’re a dreamer! Boy! Never be worthwhile good

If I focused my mind to it, bet that then I could

To care what others think of me? I should?

If it mattered to a dreamer, then surely I would

Go ahead and hang me; just spare the lying hood

 

 

The lad’s daddy shook his head, the boy was useless, he felt

Needs to taste the leather stinging bite of the old man’s belt

 

 

Mom’s patience rivaled time she spent in her garden of flowers

The gentle boy just needed love, for that she held the power

 

 

Sheltered her son as best she could from his father’s wrath

With his color-palette painted words leading on a fantasy path

 

 

“What good is that” her husband’s exacerbated query. "What a waste!”

“His deep emotion’s passionate,” Mom offered, “He shows great taste.”

 

 

You’re a dreamer! Boy! Never be of worthwhile good

If I focused my mind to it, bet that then I could

To care what others think of me? I should?

If it mattered to a dreamer, then surely I would

Go ahead and hang me; just spare the lying hood

 

 

To the military for shaping, maybe they’ll make a man of him

Soon filled out the uniform, sang and lived the Battle Hymn

 

 

Jumped proud from twenty thousand feet, felt cool dry desert air

White canopy floating down, searching tracer bullets errant flare

 

 

His brave Lieutenant took a hit as he scrambled for cover in the sand

The “Dreamer”-hero saved a life with pressure from his steady hand

 

 

Brave man allowed a dreamer-thought of Mom’s fragrant rose-red petals

As some General pinned to his proud chest two bravery-clustered metals

 

 

You’re a dreamer! Boy! Never be of worthwhile good

If I focused my mind to it, bet that then I could

To care what others think of me? I should?

If it mattered to a dreamer, then surely I would

Go ahead and hang me; just spare the lying hood

 

 

Never my concern, what others might think of me

When challenge knocks, then all shall clearly see



Whispers

Listen Quiet

 

 

Awesome thunderstorms this day! Thank You!

Time for contemplative reflections---tranquil softness.

Like gentle wind through pine needles, whispers echo

in the recesses of an open mind---Listen quiet now!

 

A midnight garden flourishing under an alabaster pale full moon;

Babbling crystal mountain cascades beckoning a visit;

A warm embrace from each of my seven precious treasures;

Soft kisses like flutter-by wings against my cheek;

Freshened memories of those I knew and loved, now gone:

Anticipation for a wondrous day filled with adventure-excitement;

Waves lapping at the bow on fishing pond of ole Fox Lake;

Dad's admonition to "walk easy" mentoring squirrel hunting to a boy;

Mom's careful encouragement; Grandma's custard cherry pie;

Mind exercise with calculus, conjugation, diagraming sentences;

Reverence in the solemn church celebrating the mass:

Humble Prayer, contrite Confession, Holy Communion:

My erudite and pragmatic teachers, all of them dear loved:

Goodness offered and counted value-virtue to emulate:

My blue Pacific inviting from the rugged coast overlook:

A simple breakfast at the farm with loving grandparents:

Re-consecrated humble devotion to my Faith!

Satiating vision of my perfect loving Family!

Sacred "Thanks" for precious liberty's Freedom!

Praise! Honor! Glory! My humble offered prayer.

 

And, in the raindrop dancing-cadence---

Life! Love! Laughter!

 

Amen!

Appreciate

"Spirit" Eyes

 

 

High upon the summit or low down in the valley:

Consider "Heaven" as a state of Grace in reality---

 

Might "Heaven" be much like earth? Perhaps! In intensity

 

Peaceful as the emerald meadow fresh with gentle rain

Quiet as a midnight coolness dark embrace of comfort

Colors which define the quintessence of the rainbow palette

September puffy white clouds in a cerulean abyss

A child's innocent kiss tender as a butterfly wing's blush

Snow-capped mountains reflecting on a mirror-lake

And, animals like unicorns soaring a floating canter

Myriad fragrant flower fields alive with fragrant beauty
An aura-flow alabaster pale full moon against the night
Blue-white sparkle diamonds leading the trace to morning dawn

A cooling breeze dancing the outstretched branches of a maple tree

Frost upon the pumpkin; scented pie in Grandma's oven

Clarity simply for honest viewing of complete understanding

Blue-green oceans highlighted with awesome whitecaps
A doe with twin fawns emerging from a copse of hardwoods
Life: South of yon full moon and just west of a high noon sun

Birds on the wing; a wondrous thunderstorm. And---

Love! Bestowed. Accepted. Reciprocated. Honored.

 

In a few words: Faith! Family! Freedom! Appreciated and Enjoyed!

 

With: Jesus in our midst offering Blessing-Grace!

 

Behold! Mon Amie! "Heaven" on earth is truly at hand!
Simply open humble "Spirit" eyes---and,,,appreciate!
 

Amen!



Happy Birthday! Miss Anna Marie!

Happy Birthday! Miss Anna Marie!

(May 25, 2015---12 years today! Yea!)

 

Our Miss Beautiful!

 

Annie’s “Birth”-day gifted a wonder-treasure find

That perpetual smile turned quickly laughing signed

You are so very beautiful! Our sacred darling young girl!

A giant heart more than a universe---Give sweet life a whirl

Intelligence! Beauty! Talent! Personality! A “Quality” so kind!

God bless you! Darling child!

 

Sunshine any day!

 

All I need do---any day…is: Just---Imagine You!

Pure image brightens life with all the things you do

 

 

Just like sister Lauren, “Brother” Z. and surrogate Lexli Lu

Half a dozen lovely clones blessed me; these angels I knew

 

Clouds may form and gather, sometimes bring sweet rain

Annie’s sunshine wins the day on mountain or on the plain

 

Blonde-beauty yonder on the slope with guitar in soft hands

Gentle-wind wisps halo-locks in golden sun shaft strands

 

Bapa babysits Annie? Other way around! What’s all the fuss?

We won’t find Trouble! Separated in years by fifty-some plus!

 

She’s only a child; Bapa’s mature? Why do they worry? Still?

’Cause what angel-Anna doesn’t think of, that crazy old man will!

 

“I’ll teach Annie to drive!” Bapa offered. Nanny said, “In the pasture-land!”

A cop pulled Anna Marie over; now Bapa’s doing 3 to 5 hard time unplanned

 

Says he’s not worried, laughing; “Just send me my Annie-chile!”

Surely, she’ll bring me a cake; inside it Annie hid a cutting file

 

So, let it gather clouds and thunderstorm or do just its worst anything

Arm-in-arm with me Loves in the ole rain we’ll still dance and sing!

 

 

All I need do---any day…is: Just---Imagine You!

Pure image brightens life with all the things you do

 

 

Just like sister Lauren, “Brother” Z. and surrogate Lexli Lu

Half a dozen lovely clones blessed me; these angels I knew

 

Love, forever, Nanny & Bapa

 

 

 

Happy Birthday! Annie  Rie!

 

From my tender-heart to your precious-being, I wish thee:

 

Love!---As thee truly knows it and where thou finds it;

Happiness!---In that wonder-attitude secure within;

Comfort!---Through Faith! Nurtured with Truth!

Frredom!---Born of sacred-sweet Liberty!

Family!---Filled with Love in reality;

Inspiration!---Annie’s middle name;

Hope!---For always better times;

Time & Space!---For Life!

Amen!

 

 

My dearest lovely Miss Anna Marie:

 

Happy Birthday! Darling!

 

I wish you---All that is Good and holy;

I love you---more than life itself;

You are my sunshine, my hope, my dreams;

You are dessert---the sweetest…ever!

 

By way of a skipped generation, I gave you---Life!

You! Miss Anna Marie! Have offered it back to me---Better!

 

Thank you ! Annie Rie! For being---You…Just, You!

 

Happy Birthday!

 

 

Love, Nanny & Bapa



Cherish "Liberty"! Honor "Freedom"!

From Liberty flows "practiced" Freedom! Amen!

 

 

Heroes

(a memorial-salute to my friend: Bobby)

 
 

Too many names on a stone wall so black

Young brave soldiers won’t ever come back

 

 

Sacrificed lives vacate “ideals” construction

Death chiseled in granite, horror’s destruction

 

 

Those icicle fingers grope beyond wasted life lost

Piercing mothers and lovers, their children with strife

 

 

A mistake we allowed, this venomous deed dastardly

We pray haunts dead souls of politicos bastardly

 

 

Forgive us, our heroes, the people we love

Help us with healing from His Power above

 

 

Innocent young people on a long wall of black

Souls of the children who can never come back

 

 

Alas And, what of us now as we struggle anew?

These issues enormous strike terror right through

 

 

For logic answers we search but simply can’t see

Profound problem is us, our own worst enemy

 

 

Grant us a life without further pernicious sorrows

Peaceful-quiet rest like those fallen young warriors

 

 

Leave them alone, steal no longer their youth

Don’t teach them to lie but rather sight truth

 

 

Beyond the self-centered wanton with greed

Mankind does hunger to satiate good need

 

 

Where are we now as onward we falter?

Far from Redemption, no spiritual altar

 

 

Too many names on a stone wall so black

Young brave soldiers won’t ever come back

 

Amen!

 

 

Memorial Day! 2015

 

 

 



Honest! Humble! Humor!

Another Trinity

 

Life value-virtues seem to congregate in trilogy form:

 

Appreciate His precious Gifts of Love!

 

Father! Son! Holy Spirit!

Praise! Honor! Glory!

Live! Laugh! Love!

Faith! Hope! Charity!

Thought! Word! Deed!

Faith! Family! Freedom!

Honest! Humble! Humor!

Past, present, future

 

Celebrate the gift of Life!

Contemplate these Blessings with practice:

 

Honest! Absent vacant hypocrisy

Humble! Without faux arrogance

Humor! Vacant malice of intent

Amen!

 

Offer the Gift back to the Creator

Make each Thought! Word! Deed!

An Honor-prayer of Humble purpose

In Praise! Honor! Glory! To the Deity

 

Begin---Today!

Right now is all we have

 

God bless!

 

 

 

 



Reflective image

Look---Deep Within

 

     Subtle “wisdom” often presents its value in masquerades of light-hearted teasing comedy harbinger of most serious meaningful virtue; the exercise occurs in myriad fashion. Observe.

     “Hole-y”wood even occasionally offers tidbits of profound understanding which a “celebrity"-loving culture might glean a bit of worthwhile knowledge from---if…the fickle clientele was smart enough to “see” beyond the image on a screen and from humble education mode.

     “Keep your friends close but your enemies closer,” Michael Carleone of Godfather fame.

     “I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a free frontal lobotomy” A Tom Waits quote used in several movie presentations.

     “If he was unarmed, he should have armed himself.” Clint Eastwood, a comedic conclusion delivered in the presentation of  Unforgiven.

     Clint also hit a home run with a solemn line to the innkeeper’s wife in High Plains Drifter when she naively concluded, “Men like you are dangerous; you make people afraid.”

     Without missing a beat in his practiced perfect-timing, Ole Clint mumbled, “What makes people afraid is what they know about themselves down deep inside.” Precisely!

     If evil demons are running rampant within a troubled soul, cast them out with saving “Grace”.

     Easily said? Yes! And, just as simply accomplished through self-examination, honesty, action.

     Fault does not reside at the doorstep of another, the transgression sin emanates from that self-reflection in the mirror of life; the one bare of make-up, faux excuses; plain, glaring reality- Truth! Such conclusive assessment requires strong, practiced Faith! Redemption is offered, perpetually and eternally; simply humble thyself on bended knee in contrite search for Salvation!

     Those demons we lament on Sunday morn are self-created, invited and befriended within.

     Begin with a resolution of Christian “Independent Individualism”. (How dangerous!?)

     Do it now, before it’s too late.

Amen!

Stirrings

Body, Soul and Spirit

 

     In a surreal dream-image through a dichotomous awake-sleep, Jesus revealed reality with: “The body holds the life of man; the soul is the life of the body; the spirit is the life of the soul.”

     Individual life for man exists within a human body which is mortal and one day shall die. The life of that body is an eternal soul which precludes death in the physical; the life of that infinite soul is the spirit, just as present in reality as is the soul to the body in life. Within that spirit exists the quintessence which is God who is the very essence of Love! Amen!

     Within the trinity, God the Father is the Source-Authority from whom all creation flows; Jesus is the Blessing of God’s Love for man; the Holy Spirit is the Grace dispensing that Love. In triangle unison they focus a single intent and purpose which is God’s Love!

     Have you ever felt like crying but, there was no outward experience or inward thought to suggest such emotion? The feeling just---happened? Wet tears well up behind the eyes for no apparent reason, like a pressure demanding escape, yet, puzzlement as to cause.

     That sensation, Mon Amie, is the Grace of the Holy Spirit who dwells within thee; such an experienced phenomena is called: a Stirring, referring to the Love of the Holy Spirit of the Trinity expanding within the soul in reaction to some Goodness indulged by the mind of the host body; much like a loving parent bestowing “that” proud look of approval upon a child who has just accomplished some Good of his own accord displaying positive judgment.

     The “Stirrings” are random and vary in intensity lending them to a rating based on a projected scale of 1 to 10. The first three intensities might suggest the pressure of crying a tear while mid-numbers, 4, 5 and 6 might cause one to wipe at a wetness at the corner of the eye and the next three emotional focuses leave one crying like a baby. If a ten could be revealed, the ecstatic exaltation experienced might cause the physical body to expire. Such revelation to God’s Love could exceed man’s limited capability and understanding; any intensity of that level must be akin to celestial bliss probably found only in Heaven.

     All in all, the emotional ride is a most humbling experience which cannot be called at will.

     Man can only emulate a minute suggestion of the Love that is God. We seek to know Him, to understand His way, to experience His Goodness and come away only with knowledge that He remains a divine mystery. The very best we might hope to accomplish: Humble Love toward man.

Amen!

 

All we truly have to offer is Good toward each other

The very best we have to give is Love to one another

 

When in my time within my space allow me exemplar stir the Spirit-Grace!

Amen!

 

 

 



Confirmation Congratulations! Miss Lauren!

Miss Lauren Victoria Confirmation

(May 20, 2015)

 

Congratulations!

(a reverent prayer)

 

Pray I! Dear Lord!

I came to offer Thee my soul in Baptism blessing

Took First Holy Communion in pure white dressing

I fully accept Thy sacred Sacrament through Confirmation

A humble spirit joins Thee in my free-choice holy affirmation

To anticipate Thy perfect will for me would purely be guessing

Amen!

 

A Loving Proclamation

 

Proclaimed:

A Blessed Young Lady are thee Miss Lauren Victoria

Born-gifted with physical beauty, highest intellectual prowess,

Class in every respect, Grace of action and manner, with a humble

Sophistication, polite to a fault, kind, considerate, obedient, lovely

with charm of personality, Goodness complete with Style and Class,

the demeanor of love for the trinity of worth: Faith! Family! Freedom!

A curiosity of life to embrace any challenge, talent in all endeavors to

conquer any made-effort worthwhile, complete in body, mind and spirit.

Amen!

 

In addition:

A “Love-litany”-fans list who absolutely adore thee:

Dad & Mom, that fabulous sister-Anna Marie (our Annie-Rie),

Surrogate siblings: awesome Rye-Rye and loving-lovely Lexli-Lu,

Aunt Caty & Uncle Graig, Uncle Michael & Annetta, Opa & Oma,

Nanny & Bapa with myriad loving German and American relatives,

friends, classmates, fellow-confirmants and general all-around admirers!

 

You are indeed Blessed, Young Lady Lauren Victoria!

Bon chance! Mon Amie! Have a Great life! Best Wishes---Always!

 

Welcome to the Rite of Initiation into bestowing the Gift of the Holy Spirit---Grace!

May each “Unicorn” steed thee rides be as “Perfect” as “Mr. Leo”!

 

Love, Nanny & Bapa



Congratulations! Miss Lauren Victoria!

 

Graduation Congratulations!

Young Lady Miss Lauren Victoria!

(May 19, 2015)

 

A Milestone Event

(a loving limerick)

 

Congrats! You’re off to adventures in ole high school-land

A subdued persona belies torrid delight conflagration fanned

Aphrodite beauty! Brilliant intelligence! Free-spirit wild-passion

Talent sets a high standard in lovely Lauren Victoria class-fashion

Conquered the pinnacle! Now on to a greater sublime life planned

Amen!

 

Tomorrow-time! Space-rhyme!

Warm heart-felt Congratulations! Our dear

Where ’ere ye go, we’ll always stay near

Join in your victories with joyous cheer

Thou shall triumph challenge without fear

Attitude sacred secures only happy-tears

Stand always tall to exemplar-guide peers

Positive accolades may thy tender ears hear

Ride only awesome steeds through the years

 

Bon chance! Mon Amie! J’amour vous! My “L-V” (Luvy)

 

You go! Girl! You Rock! God bless!

 

Beautiful Young Lady! Inside and out!

“Yea!” Anna, Lexi and Rye-Rye shout

 

Have one great life! You deserve only the very best!

Amen!

 

To celebrate life---Live!

Within thy time---Love!

In your space---Laugh!

 

Faith! Family! Freedom!---forever! Amen!

 

We are always  so very proud of you!

Love & kisses! Nanny & Bapa