Flight of the Bumblebee

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This morning I saw that the bumblebees were enjoying my mint tea that has gone to seed. Like many other things, when summer comes it grows flower tops and makes seeds.  I was planning to cut it back in hopes of getting more fresh green stalks, but I put it off and now it is food for the bumblebees!
Bumblebees flitting
Mint flowers’ summer blossoms
Drinking Sweet Mint Tea

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Who’s In Charge?

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Through it all the animals roam freely
while humans withdraw in their dread and fear
not venturing out // where birds sing sweetly
Our furry and feathered friends worry not
going about their gatherings with cheer;
living lives daily with nary a thought.
Resigned to their fate, they’ve no ears to hear.
While superior beings listen in fear…
Newscasts shout, “Cornovirus is near!”
What makes us believe we should rule the world?
We read it on pages // good books are clear
we’re invincible // destined // brash and bold…
Perhaps, it’s now time to accept our state;
realizing we are not superior here;
and, like the animals accept our fate.
Live life with purpose making each day count.
Knowing in God we trust through every tear…
we face each tomorrow as tensions mount.

 

I see people racing to the store to buy up toilet paper, I notice all around me in nature is still the same. The birds sing the squirrels raid my feeder without a thought. We have a lot to learn about our place in this world and nature has many ways to help keep us in perspective.

 

 

God Speaks in Silence

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Where does one hear the voice of God?
Is it in large cathedrals with towering spires
or from preachers who peddle the Gospel
like a Television infomercial” // New and Improved.
Does it come through what we put on // or what we take off
Perhaps in the mass emotion of the moment
Like an engine revved up to 5000 rpms?
I believes it come in silence. when we listen
To a bubbling stream or birds singing in the trees.
It come in the silence of a flower
Smiling up at us // waving in the wind.
Perhaps in a silent loving touch // no words needed;
Or, from the silence of the written word
Enlightening our minds // opening our eyes.
Sometimes it comes as we share ourselves with others
Our passion // our faith // our love // our compassion.
In the silence of our minds God speaks;
As we listen // living in the Spirit
We become the silent word made flesh;.
The silent voice of God to those willing to hear.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Nothing is Permanent

 

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I was sad to receive word last week that that my childhood neighbor had passed away at age 94. He was such a creative and talented man and father of a my childhood friend and playmate. When I saw him two years ago, he still had many good memories to share. It reminded me once again of the impermanence of life.
100_0192 (2)        It has been over fifty years since I lived next door in my childhood home, which now gives the impression of impermanence as you can see. This evening Merril, at d’Verse Poets Pub, asked us to write a poem that reflects on the significance of impermanence.

Nature reminds us
Everything in life changes;
The sun still rises.
But houses deteriorate;
And good friends and neighbors die.
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Photo: 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

Finding Meaning in Life

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The meaning of life lies not in the things we have
Nor what we may have accomplished;
But rather, in the life we are living each day.
Friends who care and share themselves with us
Make life a joy knowing they are there.
When we see the laughter in our children’s eyes
Feeling their love and enjoying their hugs.
The joy of sun on our face, the wind in our hair;
Mud squishing between our toes;
Listening to the birds singing their songs;
The chirp of the wren, the cooing of the doves,
Lovingly protecting one another…
Reminding us the touch of a hand and a loving voice
Bring meaning each day to our fast paced life.
Finding meaning in life lies not in the things we have;
But in those we love and those we serve.
The rest is just icing on the cake.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Reflection

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Aging rusts the soul
Life scattered like lights and doors
Falling leaves hide rust

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Autumn Contemplation shows

Nature reclaims everything

Photo: Marc Andrew

Frank Tassone asked us to consider Autumn Contemplation, as we come to the end of this long hot summer. There are many ways autumn makes us stop and think about life. Nature, aging, and the combination of both remind me I am not invincible. When I was young, aging seemed far off, but now I am in the autumn of my life and realize in time I too will be like the car in the photo above. When gone, I will be remembered in bits and pieces, but soon, those too will fall by the wayside and the leaves of time will cover all. I decided to use this great photo again and write from a little different perspective.  I am using it with permission from my nephew, Marc Andrew.

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Check out my previous post for another perspective!

 

 

Peace of Mind

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“What brings you peace of mind and cleanses your spirit?” This was our question for the d’Verse Poets Pub poetics this evening. For me it is not just one particular thing. I love sitting under the trees and watching nature hum all around me. Music soothes my soul, both listening and playing music on my guitar with others. I love going to the Nursing Home each week where I read stories and play music and sing with them. I always come away renewed! But, I have found that posting on my blog each day brings me the most peace of mind. If I have been busy all day, all that mind clutter goes away when I sit in my chair and begin writing a poem and finding a photo or two that I can add to it. Sometimes it is the other way around. If I have no particular inspiration, I look through my photo files and am always able to find inspiration. Connecting with all of you is most rewarding. It is not so much the likes on my posts, but the comments and personal interactions that make what I do here worthwhile. So, for that I say thank you for your support and encouragement.

Sharing thoughts with you
Connecting with such great friends
Brings joy to my soul

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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What Most People Miss

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Today I sat under the trees
watching the buzz of activity
that most people simply overlook.
The big black ants were running
up and down the bark of the willow trees.
On the knock-out roses, a black tiger tail
flitted from flower to flower;
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A humming bird drank deeply from
my red crape myrtle and zinnias.
And then // as I sat in wonder,
a beautiful blue dragonfly
landed softly on a long dead stem
on the other side of the stream.
He kept going away and coming back
to pose for me, while I took his picture.
His gossamer wings, barely visible,
shimmered in the sunlight;
Bugeyes bulging out of his head
seemed to be the biggest part
of his fragile stick-like frame.
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All this, while birds sang
and flowers bloomed
among the grass and weeds nearby.
Life is Good!

What an amazing creation!

 

Nature Returns

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Last fall the gas company cleared the right away behind our property. I was sad to see the trees go and the topsoil removed. They buried a twelve inch natural gas line and then covered it over with the original top soil. A couple of months ago they planted grass over the whole thing. The attempted to leave the natural wet areas unchanged, leveling and covering it with mesh netting to protect it.  The grass grew and the natural growth came up through the mesh. Today I found wild flowers once again blooming. Nature’s resilience is amazing.

Whatever we do

Progress scarring the landscape

Nature blooms through mesh

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth