I know… I know… I skipped last week. But I am back. Let’s go!

Poetry has returned to my writing – It has been many years since I wrote some. 2 I posted on FB and 1 I did not.

Here is this weeks writings:

Shadowy things are coming to light

New alliances are being made

Old ones are dying off

Dark things lurking are scurrying

While light is dawning the day

The revealing is inevitable

We will see whether we want to or not

the TRUTH will not be hidden

All things done in the dark will come to light

And it will change us

We embark on the greatest season of change

Like ships, we’ve been turning, turning for some time

our new heading is being revealed

will we follow the head of our heading

or fall away

SEEING – By Starla Smith

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testing testing 1,2 3

can you hear the horn?

it’s blaring

Look up

Look up!

and then around

what is it that you see?

I haven’t done that yet

I put that thing off

I have the pieces

I have the parts

but I’ve been looking down

Down at what’s been frustrating

Down at what’s been hard

distracted by the this and that but today I hear the horn

Get up and go

Move, be ready

I hear under the wind

Get up

Look up

are we ready?

I’m not sure we are.

TESTING – By Starla Smith

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Eyes wide in surprise perhaps even shock that this is
Eyebrows up high in utter disappointment or disbelief
I’m not sure I know which is which
Eyelids fluttering in snapshot thoughts
blinking across the face
Little head shakes to snap out of it
Do something about it, am I?
and move on

What do you do when you feel the same face over and over again?

How do you move through and over to the other side of “this is” until it “isn’t” and not get stuck in the “it is what it is.”

Life has a funny way of sticking to us
Like Pete and repeat were on a boat
Layer after layer uncovers and you find what’s underneath
Sometimes we are so unconscious of the truth
Sometimes we ignore it to move through
but it always rises like cream to the surface

I’ve had a problem with my face since I was small,
It says everything even if I say nothing at all.
This past few month I’ve had a problem with my face
Sometimes I don’t like it at all

Remember, remember little one I say
and I close my eyes across from the mirror
Look at you, like He looks at you.
And when I open my eyes, I see shine
but it fades as this covering makes its way across my face again.

FACE – By Starla Smith

I finished some books this past week:

Don’t be nice, be real. – Kelly Bryson ~ An odd read with some real gems if you like to hear how a family systems therapist and authorized trainer of Non-Violent Communication processes and thinks through how to solve problems and build a better culture.

Help, Thanks, Wow – Ann Lamott ~ She’s an odd bird too. I wanted a quick read. It worked for that. I like what she had to say from a human perspective looking for spirituality what Help, Thanks, and Wow mean to her. I’ve been asking The Lord for help and to send me love. I had breakfast with Lindsay and the waitress brought me coffee in a cup with hearts on it. I felt thanks rise up to Him. Then my sister sent me this photo. (below) and I was stunned into wow! God is good in how he connects things for me.

Dangerous Duty of Delight – By John Piper ~ about Christian Hedonism and the pursuit of joy.

A night without armor – By Jewel ~ a book of her poetry

The Word in the Wilderness – By Malcom Guite ~ A poem a day for Lent and Easter

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This song touched me this week: Kyrie Eleison which means Lord have Mercy.

Something Funny: My dear middle granddaughter looks a lot like me when I was little. I stopped over on Wednesday morning to visit. She was in a particular mood that day. A bit sassy. lol

Tidbit and insight – I sometimes will make a face that I see to see how it feels…

So, she gave me sassy eyes, so I gave them back to her as I pondered what she must be feeling and she slow blinked at me and I said, I can do that too! And I slow blinked back. Then she very calmly (while staring me dead in my eyes) she said….”don’t push me.”

Where did she get that!!!??? HAHAHAH. BTW – she is 3… THREE!

I just looked at my daughter and was like, “I am so sorry. She has my face.” lol

Thanks for Listening,

Starla