Monday Musings....

'Wherever you are, be all there.'

~Jim Elliot~

TK xx

Sunday Psalms & Songs

...in true Christmas spirit...

Good King Wenceslas looked out

On the feast of Stephen

Gath'ring winter fuel

When the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

Though the frost was cruel

When a poor man came in sight

"Hither, page, and stand by me

If thou know'st it, telling

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence

Underneath the mountain

Right against the forest fence

By Saint Agnes' fountain."

 

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine

Bring me pine logs hither

Thou and I will see him dine

When we bear him thither."

Page and monarch forth they went

Forth they went together

Through the rude wind's wild lament

And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now

And the wind blows stronger

Fails my heart, I know not how,

I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page

Tread thou in them boldly

Thou shalt find the winter's rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod

Where the snow lay dinted

Heat was in the very sod

Which the Saint had printed

Therefore, Christian men, be sure

Wealth or rank possessing

Ye who now will bless the poor

Shall yourselves find blessing

TK xx

Its starting to feel....



(thisnext.com)

....A lot like Christmas.....

I am getting ready to head beachwards to spend Christmas with my entire family...its been a while.

Whilst I do love bright baubles and decorating with traditional colours, part of me also sighs with much appreciation at a washed out 'bleached' summer sunlight theme that so fits our Australian culture.

(coastaliving.com)

it soothes the mind and the soul....

it calms the overly sensitised spirit

(thebeachcottage.com)

and allows for a moment or two relaxing

and dreaming about what lies around the next bend in the road.

(artfire.com)

TK xx

Monday Musings....

"A friend is a gift you give yourself"

~Robert Louis Stevenson~



In the madness of the ensuing 'Holiday Season' I thought this musing rather appropriate!!
TK xx

Sunday Psalms & Songs

Whilst quietly reflecting in church this morning, I pondered again at the many beautiful songs in the hymn book. What a fitting way to mark the commencement of each new week.....a line or two from a chosen hymn.

Now thank we all our God

with heart and hands and voices,

who wondrous things has done,

in whom this world rejoices;

who from our mothers' arms

has blessed us on our way

with countless gifts of love,

and still is ours today.

TK xx

.....and now for my take on Pablo Neruda's words....

LOST LOVE.....in a tribute to Pablo Neruda's "Love".

Because of you, in fields of canola grain bobbing in the breeze I yearn early scents of summer.

I have nigh forgotten your countenance, I can no longer remember your warm embrace; how did you feel entwined with me?

It is because of you, that I favour the flushing gold in open paddocks, they have no voice or sight.

I have all but forgotten your deep resonating voice; I have forgotten your soul eyes.

Like a flowered head to it’s seed, I am bound by distant memories of you. I live daily with the hurt of a long rooted pain; if you touch me now, you will do ir-reversible harm.

Your caresses hold me, like full blown crops reaching for the sky.

I have forgotten your lust, yet it seems I see reflections of you in every mirror.

Because of you, the strong odours of summer crops hurt me; because of you, I again seek out the pieces that breathe desire: brilliant night skies, cloudless moons.

Joining in here as I like to do...

TK xx



Love the Pablo Neruda way

Our task in Writer's Group this week is to choose a piece of writing that we love and then try to emulate the same style/feel in a piece of our own. My choice is this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda:

Love


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the


perfumes of spring.


I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;


how did your lips feel on mine?


Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,


the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.


I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten


your eyes.


Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of


you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will


do me irreparable harm.


Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.


I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every


window.


Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because


of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting


stars, falling objects.

~Pablo Neruda~

I love his divine imagery and hope to emulate this to some degree with my own piece.......I will be back in a day or two with my take on this.

TK xx