‘This being human
is saying, “I love you!”
Before it’s too late…
Realizing that sharing
our love is being human
Today at d’Verse, Kim asked us to use a line from Rumi’ poem Guest House. We are to start out with, “This being human is…” and write a poem expressing what it means to be human.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Seek prosperity
above good relationships
Wealth flies out the window
Die alone without either
Serve others… be loved
Be remembered
for how you made them feel
That is true wealth
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Love is the skin of the soul…
Anger is the shadow that follows you
And, in the dark of night it becomes you
Love is face to face welcomed reality
Anger is that dark distorted part
Hauntingly eerie and frightening
Love lights the way leaving no shadow
No need to look back and wonder…
What part is trailing along behind
Love is the skin of the soul
bringing life and light to everyone
Healing the heart
Wrapping us in the divinity
With which we were created
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Valentine’s Day brings many mixed feelings for those who have lost loved ones this past year. Covid-19 took its toll around the world, and it wasn’t just older folks who succumbed to the virus. You might think losing the one you loved has left you empty; but love remains. I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I feel it is appropriate to post again this year.
They’re gone
but love’s not lost
Pain entangles in every bone
Love remains…
not in the devastating loss;
But in you.
Love comes from deep within;
Definitely not a superficial thing…
Rooted deep in your heart and soul
Loss brings manic feelings
rushing into scary dips
Love is rooted deeper
than whispers from the lips;
Yours alone to give or keep.
A treasure of the heart
does not come cheap.
Though one you loved is gone
your gift of love remains;
To share at will
should you choose again
to give away or keep
*
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Dedicated to all those who have lost loved ones this past year
Crocus blooms today
Spring reminds us Love rises
Beauty shines brightly
*****
Above the fray of discord
A New President walks home
Photos taken today along my walk: Dwight L. Roth
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
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
*
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
*
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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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.
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
*
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
*
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
*
Painting “Piercing the Darkness” – Dwight L. Roth
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
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
*
(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
