Resisting the Change

Change.

Change is ineveitable.

It creeps up close, surprising us with something new.

Before we know it our surroundings are altered, there is some new thing to experience.

Some new concept to comprehend.

It cannot be resisted.

It cannot be prevented.

And when one does try...
to trample,
to hate,
to close the door upon change it blazes through!

Stronger!
More Unforgiving!

Change can kill a dream, or can become a dream.

How one reacts to change determines the life set before them.

Change......

Home...

I can hear it now..

That soft slow wind sliding through the branches.

I see it...

The spots of bright green blooms on the trees, leaves not ready yet..but almost.

I feel it...

Wet, muddy, earth.

The slinky feeling between your toes, when you walk barefoot Saturday morning...

Before Church...


That spring smell. That winter mix. That transitional period where one wants to begin and the other wants to end.

A large circle, always changing, always turning.

I close my eyes and go there in my dreams.

Sweet sleep. Take me to New England Spring.

The Broken Man

He gently lays down his glasses, before he goes to bed.
Hoping he can sleep tonight because a lot is in his head.

It's been a rough 10 years or so, they have brought age into his face.
The house is becoming noticeably old, he can't keep up the pace.

Every morning, right on Que, he gets dressed and ready to go.
Almost every morning, right on Que, he gets the call of 'no'.

"We have no work for you today, you see times are really bad".
All he can do is thank them and fake,
that he is not depressed and sad.

Once upon a time, things were good and the future bright.
Then it all went out with just a breath,
the work literally took flight.

To India, China, Korea it went! Without hesitation!
All the man could do was accept his forced resignation.

It was innocent enough, he guessed, all are out for a better deal.
No one really cares at all, where he will get his next meal.

So back to school he went!
To change his career.
He graduated, made his kids proud...
Only to find more people insincere.

Money wins! It's a one sided game!

One man vs. sin and greed.
Waking up with a survival plan, for one more day indeed.

I wonder if God sees this? I wonder how rough the picture really is?
I wonder if He wants to fix it, or is this fight not His?

Is it wrong for me to wonder sometimes? Is it a sin?

Sometimes the path seems so dark, it's like good can never win.

But when I really look I see, the blessings that run true.
This worn down man, has a family that loves him through and through.

Genuine love is hard to find, even in those we hold close.
In the end that is enough, this man claims he really has the most.

To school again he must go.
Hopefully this time it will work out.
Hopefully this next degree will give financial clout.

Or even better! It could all end! When Jesus comes back our way.
That is what we pray for, each and every day.

In the meantime, here is a picture, in case you haven't noticed.
Of people's lives all over this country, those who sometimes feel hopeless.

So before one casts down judgment, and state that those people brought themselves to ruin.
Think again and take a look at what their stories have really proven.

Snow

If you are quiet you can hear it. Listening carefully is a challenging skill... But if craftfully mastered, one can recieve enormously significant gifts.. Right now I listen. Eyes closed, my other senses highten. Cool, wet, and soft flakes tickle my nose. I smile. Pat...pat...phfff. I hear it all around me. It gathers in the crevices of my eyes. It plays gently with my lips It slowly wets my hair. The snow gathers around me. It draws me in. It brings the world to it's knees. Branches bow. The grass hides. Even the birds become silent. To me it's wonderful company. It stills my mind. Brings my heart peace. Snow. It transforms my life every year.

Small Town Coffee House

Small Town Coffee House

Lights down, tables set.
Table clothes? Random rags, rugged edges and floral patterns.
Candles set in glass jars and cups.
Classy country coffee to court our guests.

The tuning of a guitar
Tapping on a drum
"Check 1 check 2" says the man at the microphone.
Another guitar, vibrations of bass.

The murmur of the people downstairs waiting.
The mounting of excitement.
Various Mugs, some local made.

The coffee begins to permeate the room.
Candles are lit.
Flood the walls with dancing shapes.

Me in my jeans and sweater.
Relax
Sit back

People push in.
Seats grind against the floor.
Table clothes hug children.

The murmur grows.
Small town people who know everyone.

Music begins.
I sip my coffee.

Enjoying the rhythm.
Letting my heart get caught in the harmony.
Feeling a part of community.

Small Town Coffee House.

A Child's Poem..

A Child's Song

His bright eyes looked up at me,
The hot air slowed his pace.
I to young to understand,
Why blood flowed down his face.

Trudged up hill to Calvary,
A cross forced on his back.
Sadly looked up to the sky,
And saw that it was black.

I wished to help my Jesus,
But I to small and weak,
Saw that I could not help him,
Fell on knees, began to weep.

Jesus stopped and looked at me,
Tears running down his face.
"Not leaving forever child,
I'm just saving sinful race."

I watched the soldiers nail him,
On those two dreaded planks.
They raised him up, "It is done!"
And his dear head went and sank.

Sara Sue Davitt

To Laugh is to Live with Meaning...

To laugh is to live with meaning...



Laughter, I thrive on it.

The joy and squint in my eyes,

only made by my smile.

Face red, cheeks so sore.

Not being able to breathe!

Then having the air rush into your lungs...

Only to lose it again with a pure soulful rush of dizzy joy!

To laugh is to live with meaning...

By: Sara Sue Renee