A (Sort of) Recovered Blog
Last week, I had an idea I should have had a long time ago. My Word document blog wouldn't work, but I decided to try to open it under another program, the one which ended up working being Word Pad. Though it loaded the document slowly, wouldn't let me copy and paste the words, mixed it up some, including some technical garbledygook, and didn't include the pictures, it was still there, most of it.
(I believe that sentence should have semicolons in it, but they are for clarity, and I also believe that the general public would find more clarity without them. As mentioned before, rules-in grammar-are made to be broken.)
I painstakingly...painstakingly is too extreme a word...tediously...still too extreme but better...I tediously retyped it into Word, trying to get it to scroll down as I went, rejoicing that my irreplacable words were not gone.
It's not a big deal, and of little interest to anyone save myself, but it made me think of just one more thing God blessed me in, which so often we don't consider. I heard somewhere recently that there are no coincidences in the Christian life. "Every good...gift comes from the Father in heaven..." even small ones. We know this, of course, but rarely do we really think about it.
Perhaps what I would have most missed were my poems, many of which I did not have anywhere else. For a while I tried to post a poem and a picture every day. Some aren't any good (most?), but they're still fun to see later. Here are some, with their pictures. They were done in June. Warning: this will be a long post!
My Shoes
My shoes have been ‘most anywhere,
Think of a place I’ve been and they were there,
To Friday Night, oh, many times,
Around the house, and back outside.
To the garden, park, and church,
To evening service, to graduations,
To Christmas meetings of relations.
They’ve wandered through the woods for fun,
About the house and yard they’re run.
To babysitting, Kid’s Club, BYBC,
They’re there on the feet of me,
Outside playing games or races.
They’ve been also to yuckier places,
Sat in the sun room over winter,
Through the freezing winter’s brr,
For they stepped on mucky yuck
In a rainy day of bad luck
Through the chicken yard they went,
And so I did no more present
These shoes on my feet in any places,
For they were dirty, sole to laces.
Then in spring they were left in rain
In hopes of being clean again.
And so they are no more forlorn--
But still in no clean places worn.
~ Jeannette Beerbower
Butterfly World
I could not get this picture to be sharp.
Butterflies living in a plastic world
Unaware they never lived at all
Over beautiful flowers that never bloomed
Don’t know they’re fake in a tiny ball.
They don’t know their stripes were painted on,
Don’t know they never stretched their wings to dry,
Never ate a leaf or saw the sun,
They don’t know they will never fly.
~ Jeannette Beerbower
I have no idea what it means, but it sounds profound.
Little Girl Eyes
Caught by the eyes of a little girl
Wonder and purity behind the gaze
Surrounded by curls she cut herself
Such innocence and mischief blended
In her sweet and wicked ways.
~ Jeannette Beerbower
That is one of my favorites.
Faces
The faces of children
Eyes of brown, green, blue
So intent
So innocent
So trusting of you
Ready to follow
To listen and do
So
Be careful
Where you lead
Those eyes
Those faces
Watching you
Eternal Impact
You were here but for a moment
But the impact is eternal
We’ll never know how the love
The hug, the smile
The offhand word
No one realized
You had heard
Affected you
We’ll forget perhaps
This day
But you never will
We pray
God will use
The camaraderie
The games, the songs
The love you felt
To show the wrongs
In the world
To point the person
You will be
To the Christ
That you need
So we pray that much fruit
Comes from the seed.
Hope nobody who decided to read that was bored.