Heal

Purchased Pic by: 1912_01Sakura blossom branch
Haiku by RL Brown
life’s brief moments
full of 
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  we mourn.
In memory of 
Robb Elementary school, 
Uvalde, Texas
our tears 
of sadness flow
our hearts hurt 
for the families, friends, 
and the community.


I pray that seeds of bitterness
not take root.
I pray for sweet memories to heal a broken heart,
as God mends the weeping soul.
I pray that people not use
this tragedy to promote a political agenda.

How can kindness be interject to rip through the meanness of one's heart? Did he not hear one word of kindness or see a kind act? How can pure selfishness overwhelm the mind to cloud out reason and justice to move one so far from humanity?

Is the media, music, and video games so vapid? Where does one find value or worth in this world?
I know Jesus is that answer but did he ever hear the truth?
These students celebrated a new beginning as they received awards for the last days in one grade and advancing to the next. Their flower was shaken (taken) from them. Healing a broken heart takes time. I pray for God's hedge of protection around each family as they try to grasp what has happened. I pray for good men and women to take a stand and be the bulwark God designed them to be. We need men to be the leaders in their families and women to support and respect their leadership. Long before God established the church, he created the family. The family is the basic unit of our society. I pray we heal our families. I pray for families to return to the church for moral guidance. I pray for families to be rooted in God's truth for the healing of our nation. 

2Chroniciles 7:14 
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

A Kid’s Tale/ by RL Brown/ Excerpt

       Kid’s Tale of a Day with Gramps (WIP)
        A Slice of Life/ or A Slice of Pie
      (True stories told in a fictional style.)
                 By RL Brown


	Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist; sunlight pours over the windowsill. I feel a wiggle. 
	“Roll out, sleepyhead!” says Gramps. 

	The day begins with Gramps in his bucket hat. I grab breakfast as we head out the door, the screen door snaps back. 
       “Gotta grease those springs,” says Gramps.

       We walk to the pond, a pole in each hand - no buckets, no boats, or carrying large totes, just Gramps, Chico, and me. Gramps says there is no better companion than a good dog beside me. Crickets hide by the pond bank. Gramps catches the bait.

	He shows me how to thread a hook, attach my sinker, and snatch a cricket. Learning to cast a line is best done with just two. 
	“Ker-thunk.” 
Secrets are safe. 
Photo by RL Brown, Little Red, AR

May/ Haiku/Free Verse/Rhyme by RL Brown

Purchased clipart by Sakura
life's brief moments
full of beauty and splendor
raining
pink petals
we mourn

In memory of Robb Elementary school in Uvalde, Texas
tears of sadness flow
our hearts hurt 
for the families, friends, and the community.
A Pastoral Cacophony (WIP)

Morning's first blush slips 
through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins.

Antiphonal tweets 
robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony. 

The woodland world wakes.    
Senryu is about human nature

Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stir the soul, start new.
 
Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables 
Tears flow 
deep within                                                         
watering roots of despair, 
breathe the sunlit air-                                      
uproot weeds 
nurtured by tears,         
stir the soul
to start anew.           
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.

Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity. 
cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses 
goose pimples giggle.

hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance

https://thehaikufoundation.org/per-diem-haiku-of-the-day-for-may-2022-early-childhood/#comment-141484
Photo by RL Brown, Gulfport, MS
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwine.
Bifurcating branches
twist and wind upward,
etching life's wrinkles.
Her umbrella twirls
spreading crystalized sprinkles
everywhere #haikuseed (salt)
golden nuggets
set in a row,
juicy bites, 
what a delight, 
sweet corn! #haikusaturday 
The further south I traveled, the taller the corn stalks.
hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance #HaikuSaturday (childhood memory) May 2022
green linear rows 
of soybeans zip by
destined for tofu,
edamame, soy nuts...
#haikusaturday traveling through the ARLAMISS

Every Once in a While

Every once in a while, 
inspiration hits, and a desire 
is lit to convey a message 
deep within one's soul. 

Every once in a while, 
misery accompanies loss; 
difficulties attack and strike deep. 
Then heartache mellows the soul. 

Every once in a while, 
we understand that truth divides,
despair is a deep hole of nothingness, 
and hopelessness engulfs the soul. hopelessness engulfs us/ whole..

Every once in a while, 
love overwhelms and memories comfort. 
Friends appear, and sadness disappears- 
a face-to-face connects our souls. 

Every once in a while, 
we grasp hope's assurance, 
the rallying cry of faith and 
discern the doubled-tongue. 

Every once in a while, 
endurance is perfected, 
wisdom is perceived, faith is steadied, 
and peace settles within. 

Every once in a while, 
we flourish resting in God's hand, 
our soul knows it very well.

For the flourish writers out there!

References
Romans 5
Hebrews 4
Proverbs 19
James 1
Psalms 37
I Peter 5

Revision
Picture by RLBrown/ Moss Mtn Workshop

The Easter Song / Denial or Acceptance

His message rings true 
of grace's gift freely given,
yet, honors free will.
Our eternal destination is our own to decide. The gift has been freely offered. We choose to accept or deny.
fmf April 7, 2023
The Troubadour's Song

Overcome by fear
despairing loss, hope gone
Peter denies Him,

Judas walks beside 
the true Messiah, daily
impervious to truth,

ignorance succeeds, 
Pharisees deny their Messiah,
Jerusalem cries,

overwhelmed by grief,
John couldn't contain his tears,
his Messiah dies,

dementia cries out,
darkness envelops the cross
death's grip shakes the earth,

heartbreaking loneliness,
despair descends to hell's depth,
where is my hope?

We walk every day beside 
the true Messiah,
impervious to truth,

YET>


a single voice sings,   
illuminating darkness
with salvation's song,

the morning light hums,
the eternal wrapped in clay,
has set Terra free.

His message rings true
of grace's gift freely given,
honoring free will.

The song of the church
is the gospel story of
God's eternal plan.

The harvest complete,
the church caught up,
Israel will once again
have a hand in redeeming
Man.


Hebrew 4:1 For the word of God is living and active, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. 
Matthew 13: 18-32, Parable of the Sower, Tares among the Wheat and the Mustard Seed, denial and faith to overcome.


Denial or Acceptance come from the heart, here is an excerpt from:
https://crossref-it.info/articles/52/seed-sowing
Parable of the Sower/ and the Mustard Seed Parable Excerpt
"Jesus uses the idea of seed metaphorically in a parable to explain how different people receive the word of God. Christ, who sows the word of God in human hearts, scatters the seed, but some falls on stony ground or is choked by weeds. However, those who receive and understand the word of God are like the good soil which nurtures the seed (Matthew 13:3-9). In another parable he compares the Kingdom of God to a mustard-seed, which is ‘the smallest of all seeds' but which, as it grows, develops into a well-established tree (Matthew 13:31-32). (See also Big ideas: Parables.)

Jesus also used the image of a seed to explain how his death and resurrection (see Big ideas: Death and resurrection) would have a significant impact on the world, resulting in the redemption of humankind (see Big ideas: Redemption, salvation). He explained that, just as a seed would not grow unless it was buried, so he had to die and be buried before his word could be spread: ‘unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds' (John 12:24).

Sowing and judgement
The product of a seed is also used symbolically to stand for the natural consequences of one's actions, both positive as well as negative. Paul warned that ‘people reap what they sow. Those who sow to please their sinful nature … will reap destruction; those who sow to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life' (Galatians 6:8).

Morning Coffee

Coffee (or tea) can mean something different to each person. For some people, it is the aroma that wakens the morning senses; for others, it is downing the first cup that kick starts the day. For others, coffee is the elixir necessary for clarity of vision. without it, the newspaper would be useless. With all its sensual clues, one still has to acclimate to coffee’s bitter taste. But once you find the right blend, coffee is your friend.

Morning coffee is a bit like life with all the sweet, savory, bitter, sour bits, and yet when blended with the perfect pairing, satisfying. (Coffee and a donut)

Time to tie that morning coffee with awakening to God. Life is full of flavor, emotion, sight, sound, and meaning. Walking with God in the light of His Word brings a perfect pairing to healing old wounds, finding a grateful attitude, a sense of worth, and blessings during trials. Bitterness, saucy tongues, doubt, and more will be a part of this life but God’s Word is the perfect pairing to counter life’s bitterness.

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The Hummingbird

Trouvaille Review, March 23, 2022 Publication 

The Hummingbird

Swiftest things that run the world,
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled.
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Brilliant blooms attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These dashing (feisty) fliers zip around.
 
Golden flowers brilliant blooms
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium.
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots. 

The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown

The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown 

The pulse is weak,
a vanishing vapor
,
Thanatos grins when
breathing ceased.


Death's grim triumph-
of the Afghan thirteen,
fallen, betrayed,

left behind.

A country's demise
by the hands of a few
won't be forgotten.

America's heart bleeds.

Hope hurts and hope heals,
shattering the grip of hate-
past and present repeat.
(1776)

Carry No More

Tears flow deep,
watered by roots of despair.
Let them grow no more.

Breathe the sunlit air.
Uproot weeds watered by tears.
Heart stirs, plant anew.
(Senryu) 



We plant roots deep in His Word, 
our faith in Jesus, and 
hearts atuned to the Holy Spirit 
then let God carry our burdens.  
Tears flow deep within
nourished by roots of despair.
Breathe the sunlit air
uproots weeds watered by tears
As your soul stirs, plant anew.
(Tanka) 
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
And whose hope is the Lord.
8 For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,
Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not [a]fear when heat comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought,
Nor will cease from yielding fruit.
Jeremiah 17:7-8

Stretch

Perspicacity
Reach into the world of words,
to find clear insight. 
Photo by Tamba Budiarsana on Pexels.com

Time for my morning stretch and run, now walk, oh, it’s too cold today.

Time for my morning quiet time, how about some music today, I forgot too…

Time, oh I have lots of time as an empty-nester- time to clean out those closets, the garage, procrastination…

How do I stretch my time, I used to get more done…My heart is just not in it anymore.

Yard work, now my shoulder is hurting again, should’ve kept up those PT exercises.

When we let things go for other things, sometimes we lose our flexibility, our stretchability. It is not lost, just needs our attention. Faith is the song that calms the restlessness inside of me. (From a song but I changed the words a bit.) Sometimes we get restless, the loss of time with our church family, not as much time with friends and family, the constant bombardment of news, both fake and real.

God is there and ready to stretch me (us) in new ways. It is time to stretch and yet, not forget or let go of God’s foundational Truth.

As I work to maintain my strength and daily walk, God continues to stretch me in new ways. I’ve been writing stories and poems, and every day I see His blessing, his walking beside me as I struggle. I am not a natural writer. I have to work at it. I read the word for today, and as usual, start with a blank slate.

There are things God wants to be said through me, so I stretch my reach into the world of words, meditate, contemplate, scratch out, rewrite, double-check for grammar, (always, hate putting a comma before and. It’s like saying and-and). Then I post.

For me, I need to keep my old faith muscles stretched and active. At the same time, stretch new ones.