When It’s My Time

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When it’s my time // let it be a celebration
Not down and sorrowful;
A reminder of all the good things life offered
And the things I chose to accept.
Let it be filled with music and guitars
Singing the old songs that stirred my soul.
Make it a time to remember the good times;
Stories shared that warm the heart.
Celebrate my passing with joy and happiness;
Friends and family coming together as one
Finding strength, joy, and hope.
Let tears mingle with laughter and song;
Knowing that I had a great life
Filled with great family and friends.
As my spirit rises to join the Spirit of God, my creator,
Know that life goes on // both here and there.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Distillation

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Distillation
What is spiritual rejuvenation, but a distillation?
Rising above the fray // Soul and spirit refreshed
Letting go the earthly // heart drawn to God
A soul cleansing bringing purity and wholeness

Distillation
Occurs over and over again throughout life
Lifted by the sunlight of God’s Love
Wrapped in the warmth of God’s Grace.
Restoration always comes with distillation

Distillation
When we come to the end our journey
Our final distillation complete…
Our spirit rises unencumbered
Pure and refreshed into the presence of God

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Chasing Snowflakes

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One of a kind ephemeral beauty
Dancing through the air, cold as ice.
I followed her as she floated in free fall
Admiring all those glittering points of light.
I reached out to touch her glistening face
Only to find her cheeks cold to the touch
Her light being only reflected // not inborn.
Landing with all the others
She froze in place // frigid unmoving;
Her individual glory lost in the masses.
Her cold, cold frozen heart melted
In the early morning sunshine.
Sparkling once more, she disappeared
Right before my eyes.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

The Intersection of Infinity

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Caught at the intersection of infinity
Earth’s conception began
“Without form and void”
Matter brought forth // our Earth is formed
At the intersection of infinity
Time as we know it began ticking
Capturing eternity in a fragile snow globe
Still being shaken from time to time
At intersection of infinity we appeared
Formed, created, or evolved we are here
Birthed by an intercourse in time
Just as every living thing that followed
Was born…

At the intersection of infinity… Love was born!

Art work: Mark Garlick   –  Angel Messages ~ Penetrate Polarity    –    roserambles.org

Amaya at d’Verse asked us to look at birth as our prompt and write a poem incorporating some aspect of the word. I have been mulling this one around for a while and this seemed to be a good time to put it in words.

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Black and White

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What would the Hatteras Lighthouse
look like without both black and white?
One compliments the other
giving definition and accent.
Black and white, when combined side by side,
create a strikingly beautiful combination.
In today’s society, we seem to be moving
more toward the gray…
where nothing is ever black or white.
What are we losing in the mix?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Anmol (Alias Ha) asked us to consider shades of black and write a poem using one aspect of the word. In painting I realize how important black is in creating contrasts. Dark against light makes them pop. In society we seem to be trying to blend everything and everyone together.  We seem to be losing the definitions we once considered important. My poem asks the question. What is your answer?

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Masterpiece for God

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The Cologne Cathedral is a majestic structure. We visited Cologne this past summer and were in awe of the fine detail in every aspect of its architecture. Looking up, it appears to stretch upward like a giant skyscraper. The most amazing thing is the cathedral was built without the help of modern technology or tools. Skilled craftsman sculpted every stone by hand. Many who visit find this magnificent cathedral to be a very spiritual experience which brings them closer to God. Others simply enjoy the history and appreciate the wonderful architecture.

Craftsman carved

their faith into every stone

Masterpiece for God

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Amaya at d’Verse asked us to use the word Majestic in a poem of our choice.

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Tears Remembered

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Today, in the US, we are celebrating Columbus Day. To me, a conflict arises, as I think of the Indigenous People who were affected by this event. The arrival of white Europeans meant the beginning of the end of the lives of the Native American people. In North Carolina, the Cherokee people were force off their land and driven to the Oklahoma desert land to live. It became known as the Trail of Tears. Many died on the long march west. Some hid in the North Carolina mountains and a refused to leave. There is still a Cherokee presence in the Great Smokie Mountains.
When we visited Banner Elk a couple of years ago, we saw symbols of Indian heritage in the stone walls erected in the center of town. This was very interesting to me, since I read that there are numerous gated communities in the Banner Elk area. I would guess that very few, if any, of those residents are Cherokee.

Banner Elk stone walls
Remind us of tears shed
Fall brings bright colors

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Frank Tassone, at d’Verse asked us to write a poem for Haibun Monday using the word indigenous. I decided to take the viewpoint of the displaced Cherokee people who once lived in the NC mountains.

In 1977 participants at the United Nations International Conference on Discrimination against Indigenous Populations in the Americas proposed that Indigenous Peoples’ Day replace Columbus Day. Indigenous Peoples’ Day recognizes that Native people are the first inhabitants of the Americas, including the lands that later became the United States of America. And it urges Americans to rethink history.  While Columbus day remains the Federal Holiday, many communities in the US celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day this year.

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Reflections of One’s Self

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This morning I heard a tap, tap, tapping on my kitchen window. When I went to see what it was, this cute little brown capped nuthatch pecking at his mirrored reflection in the tinted glass. The overcast day tuned our Low-E windows into mirrors. He was trying very hard to chase away that bird he saw in the window. So funny! How often do we want to try to chase away that person we see in our mirror!

Silly little bird

trying to peck his image

Just like you and me

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Abstract

 

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Life’s a series of abstract images
Some realistic some absurd
Reality eludes the ideologist
Illusions of truth plague the pragmatist
Do we seek the photo-perfect image
Or blurred lines of enhanced color
Abstractions of truth stand alone
In the minds of all who follow
Distortions also stand alone
In media and pulpit
Abstraction better left
To paint slingers and sculptors
Leaving voyeurs of truth
To speculate on what they perceive
And claim it as their own

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Painting – Purple Thorns: Dwight L. Roth

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Nature’s Patterns

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Nature’s living things are all composed of defined patterns. Things don’t just happen. Everything is designed for a unique function. From the smallest microscopic creature, to the biggest elephant, to you and me; we are all special and unique. Everything about us is planned for our best interest. Some things grow and adapt to changes in their environment, but their basic pattern and design is still there.  Some think all this just happened, but I believe there is a God, the creator, who set it all in motion.

Nature’s patterns show

 perfectly designed flowers

bloom every summer

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth