Handsomest people

They talk while walking forward

They’ve their sleeves rolled-up

Watch what strain of grief springs forth 
As you realize  
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized 

Of their mountain air you breathed 
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare

Love was lightning, checkered flags, 
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart 
Cratered…edged in ash 

My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….

(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth

The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:

She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?

“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer

A man who has positively impacted my life is the One who has given me eternal life: Jesus, fully God and fully Man.

“Peek”

It’s Heaven, I’m told
Paths of truth veined with gold
Sudden grandeur that stops you, cold
No next shoe set to drop — breath on hold

Poetry, penned, directly for me
Affinity
A kind of kindness that makes man’s soul free
It’s Heaven I see

There is the clock
There is the teardrop
Resting quietly atop my cheek
Daring this hour

Refusing to fall
Refusing to accept gravity
As if to remind me I am brave
And to encourage my tenderness

What happened, God can tell
What else remains, but to embrace each minute
Walk beyond the years
Since you’ve gone?

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

(My life without a Computer is better, stronger, faster….)

Then v. Now

— LisaRosier.com

Then

Somewhere on a foothill

The rocks we moved

The nights we prayed

The tree we made

All caused a clearing

And, though alone and without you

I can see celestially

Now

If my cultural heritage is not only a 3rd gen Greek, German, Irish, Swedish, Pole, but also a Child Of God, then I am most interested in that I can look back and see that, in all of my 56 years, God has always gifted me a window, that I might look outward and be in awe of Him. He knows I’ll run each morning to raise open the sash and search for the sunrise. He lets me hear the majesty of the wind, but also always lets me hear a small bird’s song. Do you hear the small bird’s song, too?

“My Awe”

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My flaw…fatal to my piousness

My world…colored by a hopefulness

Might I…take a chance on holiness

Comfort…sufferers of loneliness?

#God

#Awe

#Loneliness

#Bird

#Wind

#Poetry

A skilled teacher has a willingness to let students’ natural curiosities and skills emerge to the forefront of learning during class time. Curriculum is important, but the students’ buy-in is more so.

Four days ‘til my 56th birthday, and it finally dawned on me today that this storm is not without God’s presence.