Midnight Garden
Blue-black midnight dark surrounds the sacred garden
ground
In yonder diffused gray there, sought quiet solitude
easy-found
Illuminated translucent ball backlights clouds in
soothing glow
Cloud-edges scribed within abyss paints heaven’s way,
they show
Mortals below in sepia tones quite often stumble,
sometimes fall
In quiet softness they wraithlike arise to heed holy
eternal call
Stark beauty in daguerreotype, black-white obfuscated
sight
Portrays the bounty in silent slumber growing in still
night
Early morning rains may fall to quench the parched
plants’ thirst
Or just a misted heavy dew to greet the ’morrows rays,
come first
Alabaster moon orb marches o’er velvet darkness
tender-sweet caress
Garden shadows slow-motion sway in rhythmic shadowed
nature-dress
To satiate hunger visits long-eared speedy bunny
cottontail
Temptation candy-like where succulent leafy greens do
hail
The surreptitious bandit sporting a black mask to hide
his face
Gold corn ears ripe for harvest devoured at a most
frantic pace
Invite God’s creatures celebrate the midnight garden’s
feast
For the greater man might brag he is, for sure, he is
the least
Faith teaches follow Savior under star-like
sparkle-white diamond
Belief reminds Redeemer there in glow where I did
truly find Him
Please see the simple logic in this convoluted scheme
Live unafraid in Jesus Christ, in His Holy Bible theme
Amen!
Plus:
Day 239
Ice skating on
the pond
Our
Z. Tyler made a school career (age 5 to 25) out of ice hockey. He played all
over the Midwest and even in Canada; they sure had some mighty fancy ice arenas
for his show.
I
skated some as a kid---on ponds in our area. The local whiskey distillery had a
“cooling” pond that was spring fed and come winter-freeze time, the town kids swarmed
come there to skate; a huge bon fire always accompanied the event.
Seems
we had more “winter” weather, back then. (Oh! Yeah! I forgot---global-warming!?
I
skated at the farm, too. Many nights, after supper, we would load up and head
to the farm for ice skating. Dad and I would venture out in the dark to the
cattle loafing shed where scrap wood for butchering was stored; we’d rustle up
some boards and drag them to the pond for a bon fire.
Our
Aunt and cousins joined in the fun; we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows as we
warmed by the flames. “Poppy” delighted “frozen” skaters with his “sugar”
popcorn when the brood returned to the farmhouse after a couple of hours
“crackling” the uneven ice with steel blades. He used an iron skillet with an
aluminum lid laced with “country”-lard and sugar
When
our progeny came along, I made sure we had a pond in our horse pasture. There,
we spent many “fun” times skating on the frozen water. Our cat, Tiger, (he thought he was human) always
tagged along whenever we traipsed outside for activities. He “played” ball with
us in the summer, went on short hikes with the family, hung around the barn and
the horses. When winter-freeze brought 4” ice to the pond and we donned our
heavy coats and ice skates for another exciting adventure, ole Tiger went right
along for the event. (No! I never made him wear skates!)
Every
day is an exciting life-event---embrace the simple
things…”there” is sacred-adventure!
Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “schlick-ice” Memories!
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