Crocus blooms today
Spring reminds us Love rises
Beauty shines brightly
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Above the fray of discord
A New President walks home
Photos taken today along my walk: Dwight L. Roth
A New Day Dawns
Love
Love Crosses All Boundaries
Years ago these two cute little girls were the best of friends. They did not think about race or color, just that they really enjoyed each other’s company. Makes me wonder why it is so hard for adults to to the same. We need to work on Dr. King’s dream and make it become a reality.
Teach your children well
Love crosses all boundaries
Be their example
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How are you doing your part?
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Jaded
Let us not become jaded
With reports of senseless violence
Brought to us in living color
Real time action like virtual reality
Worn across our eyes
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Let us not become jaded
Thinking all is lost and evil has won
Don’t believe it do not fear
Brother helps sister when danger is near
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Let us not become jaded
For love is not lost / truth will triumph
Tragedy brings unity
Realizing what is really important
We stand arm in arm and hand in hand
Knowing that in the end
Love Wins!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Open link night at d’Verse. It is easy to become jaded with all that happens in the world around us. I have revised this piece from a couple of years ago, to remind us that truth is light and love is truth and Love wins!
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Fifty-One Years Today
Our Love (A Quadrille)*
Our love’s a poem
Written in the tide…
Spelling out our dreams
On the shore of life
Poem of lasting quality
Ebb and flow from day to day
Smooth, serine, mirroring the sky…
Crashing // bold from deep within
Our Love…
Written for the ages
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
*A Quadrille is a a poem of exactly 44 words, created by d’Verse Poets Pub.
Christmas is Love
Some may say Christmas is just a myth
Like the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause
A fantasy created to make us feel good
But to me Christmas is Love
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You may want to debate the details
Or argue whether the Wise Men were three
Or just three in a caravan of twenty-three
Bringing gifts to the Christ child so long ago
But to me Christmas is Love
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Some may wonder at the story of the Shepherds
Of Angels singing from on high in the night sky
Perhaps the baby was in their stable asleep in the hay
A tiny baby with a story to tell that changed the world
To me Christmas is Love
*
God coming in the flesh is a concept some might doubt
The Word,,, The Spirit of the living God embodied in a baby
A child said to be both human and divine is quite a wonder
Leaving skeptics to doubt and critics to pick it apart
But to me Christmas is Love
*
You see, God is Love, his love shown through the man Jesus
If you get lost in the details you miss the story, for the story is Love
What ever you believe about the Christmas story most will agree
That Love is the foundation of Christmas… God’s love shown to mankind
To me Christmas is God’s Love and Grace to those who need it most
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Painting “Piercing the Darkness” – Dwight L. Roth
Christmas Grace
This week I am going to post some or my Christmas poems from past years…
Christmas Grace
What do you want for Christmas she asked?
A chemistry set would be a real blast
When Christmas came, this angel of grace
Was at our door with every gift in place
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We were just poor preacher’s kids, our die was cast
Waiting for Christmas was always a great task
But we knew our selected gift of choice
Would make us shout from the top of our voice
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What do you want for Christmas this year?
She would get it no need to fear
Just a hammer of my very own
Would make my day when you come to my home
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Money was scarce and gifts were few
But, at our house we always knew
That no matter what the circumstance
We need not worry about chance
*
What do you want for Christmas this time?
A Louisville slugger would suit me just fine
Then I could be like Henry and Donn
A bat of my own yes, that’s the one
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Ruth and Edgar were one of a kind
No children of their own they did not mind
Bringing smiles and joy to their preacher’s kids
And that helmet they brought me surely did
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What do you want for Christmas, she asked?
She never let a Christmas pass
Every year until I left home
My gift of choice would become my own
*
I will never forget that act of grace
And the joy and smiles she brought to my face
I learned of God’s love and his saving grace
And his only son Jesus who took my place
*
And now each Christmas I hear that voice
“What do you want for Christmas, it is your choice?”
There is nothing I need that will bring me more joy
Than the gift of God’s Grace to a little boy
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(Written as a tribute to Ruth and Edgar Honsaker,
who made our Christmases a little brighter when I was a child)
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Leave a Trace
Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace ~ Dogen
Time pounds our lives like the ocean pounds the shore.
Do you not know how short and fragile life can be?
Some think wealth or power will produce a lasting legacy.
How foolish…
When all becomes bones and dust and empty coffins pilfered.
Strive to live the legacy you desire, not bound by time or life’s travail.
Such a life carries on generation to generation, spirit to spirit
Like grains of sand glistening on the beach, brought back again and again.
That lasting legacy is Love..
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a spiritual/mystical poem using a line from a list of several she gave us. She said we could also use the line as a Epigraph at the beginning of the poem. I chose the line written by Dogen for my Epigraph.
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Christmas Love
Unpacking Christmas a box of loving gifts
Full of sweet memories that bring me a lift
Remembering my students’ love shared with me
Ornaments of beauty to hang on my tree
A shiny brass apple with name and date
A stained glass window made on a plate
Homemade Rudolph made with clothes pins
Cotton ball snowman and angels with wings
So many memories from yesteryear
Much love remembered sweet and clear
Grandchildren come to help each year
Oohing and awwing is what I hear
And I smile remembering back on those days
When love was shown in so many ways
My tree’s not filled with bought decorations
But a tree filled with love from a past generation
And when it’s all over we’ll pack them away
Storing the love for another Christmas day
I treasure the gratitude each one brings today
Feeling the love that will never goes away
This poem was published in the Old Mountain Press poetry and prose anthology, Enjoy the Holidays. If you have an Amazon Kindle subscription, you can read it for free at:
Because You’re My Sister
I saw this sign in an old cabin when we visited friends in the mountains a few years ago. It made me smile. It could also apply to our parents. We can’t pick our family members, but we can learn to respect and love them.
My sister was five years older than me. I always looked up to her because she was smart and well liked by all of her teachers. She took time to read to me some of the stories she was reading, and brought me left over pizza from her dates. I am sure I was an aggravation to her from time to time, but we have always maintained a good relationship, even when we disagreed over the years.
Sisters are special
One of a kind friends for life
Smile / she’s stuck with me
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Me and my sister and little brother.
Sedimentary
Life is sedimentary
Limestone foundations
Full of embedded effervescence
Cemented together with Love
Holding up our house of cards
Fragile and beautiful creations
Each support essential
to the well being of the whole
Life is community
Cemented together with Love
Photos taken in Lititz, Pennsylvania
