Hold your breath, hold onto this moment while it last, and you can get a glimpse of our Grand Creator. In the sky and on the earth and in one another, the wonders of creation reveals God’s glory. Time is moving fast and we are working hard, putting many of life’s pleasures on hold. Tomorrow we will not have to hold our breath and hang onto this awesome moment, for our moments of God’s glory will soon be long lasting and for ever and ever and we will never miss a one. Thank you Jehovah.
Take a second in your life to look at life.
We’re talking about a time long long ago,
Happy places, happy faces, things went slow.
Folks strolling along down the sidewalk,
Aways stopping with their neighbor to talk.
Listen to the children’s laughter in the air,
Up and down each street, they were everywhere.
The sound of a ball hitting hard off the bat,
The thump of roller skates over each crack.
The enjoyment of a front yard is a thing of the past,
Back then you’d hear father’s yelling, get off the grass!
Lemon aid stands and croquet sets ready to go,
Now the front yard is just something to mow.
Ah, but the very best was the front porch time we spent,
After work, after school, after dinner, their we went.
Parents sitting on porch swings and in the wicker chairs
Children hanging on the rails and sitting on the stairs.
Young and old gathered on the porch summer nights,
Drinking ice tea while chatting about the days news.
Lingering on until aglow became all the street lights
Walking back home feeling no better life could they choose.
The very best thing I remember about my porch,
On rainy days when we couldn’t go out to play,
Mother would make cookies and call our friends,
And on the porch we would laugh and play all day.
by Eileen clark
From My Porch After the end of a long hot day At the end of my rope - with nerves all frayed I sat on the porch…to rest a spell As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill Calmed…by the lingering…after glow I watched…the summer night unfold Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue Melted…in a thousand…different hues Got lost…in the dark…without the light Leaving…just their shadows…in the night And in fields…of clover…across the way The crickets…began…their serenade As fireflies danced…with sheer delight Glowing…in love…with this summer night And there…ahead…at the end of the road Above the bridge…where the river flows It rose - like magic - before my eyes An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky
Poem by ~Elaine George
Painting by ~ Eileen Clark ( Watercolor)
The Best of Elaine George
The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion –
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky,
And makes us shiver
As he passes by.
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here.
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