Simple Things Matter

Although there are many books that have moved me in different ways, I have one book that means more to me than probably any other book. It is a slender, gold book of 86 pages. It was given to my mother by my grandmother when she was young and was later passed on to me. It is called, "Apples of Gold" and it is a compilation of quotations from different people throughout history. It talks about the "fruits of the spirit" (Love, Joy, Peace, Long suffering, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith, Meekness, and Temperance) Here is part of the original inscription that my Grandmother wrote to my mother:

"I know that you will enjoy reading this. It has been a favorite of mine for many years and I find the quotations timeless and inspiring."

Then, my mother writes an inscription for me....

"I will always cherish this book. My mother gave it to me and now I'm giving it to you. It is full of wisdom, peace, and love. If you read it every day it will inspire you."

So, I've been thinking about becoming a bit more serious about this blogging business. And therefore I am starting a new tradition. It will be called "Quote of the day from Grandma's book." I will try to write one every day, even though knowing me I may miss a few. I hope you glean from it as much as my family apparently has.

I will post them on the right side of the screen.

Better or Bitter

I was going through all my little posts on here and geesh...they're like a time capsule of hurt feelings. I made myself nauseous with all the love talk. Just goes to show that time CAN make us better or bitter. Okay, so it's a cheesy quote, but true nonetheless. I DO have a lot of other things in my mind that I think about. (Food, politics, music, my cat, chocolate fudge double scoop in a waffle cone...) Oh yeah and did I mention the RECORD I'm making???!!!!!!

I need to start doing this more. Especially considering I can type a lot faster than I can write and I always have some sort of rambling in my head... But as for now, I've gotta get going. Spring done sprung and I've gotta go play in the sun.

tootles.

Not fixing anymore

Attention:

Steph's services are currently out of order.

She will remain out of service until the following thing is aquired:

One true heart.

If that is not acquired, you can find her down in Florida drinking gin with her twelve cats, listening to old Hank Williams records.

Thank You.

P.S It is a joke.

Fragility

I'll be strong like a flower
That blooms in the spring
Pluck off all my petals
But it cannot destroy me.

Around this time next year
All of the strorms and rain
Will array me in new colors
And I'll be born again.

There's no use in crying
Over spilled theories
There's no use in trying
For those who do not hear me.
There's no use in dying
Over things that cannot kill me.

All of these emotions
All the pain and doubt
All of the sadness
Passes through me like clouds

But my soul is the blue sky
And clouds are so fleeting
Why hold myself ransom
When I'm already free?

There's no use in crying
Over spilled theories
There's no use in trying
For those who will not hear me.
There's no use in dying
For things that cannot kill me.

And I'm learning
As a woman
How much strength there is in
Fragility.

Useless

I made the shot
Watched it go in
Damn
Faulty scoreboard.

The Pulpit

I look towards the pulpit
And see remnants of another time
I know he loves his Jesus,
So why can't he love mine?

So full of words and phrases
The hungry are just outside the door
I stare at empty church pews
And wonder just what for.

"It's because they're all wicked",
He says with a grin
"Funny" I think,
"He doesn't recognize his own sin."

I move up towards the altar
I smell persimmon and sage
But the fragrance is interuppted
By the tearing of a page.

I turn my head to look
and someone pushes me down
"No use aaking questions here,
We never turn around."

They all march like an army
To an uncertain fate
But I try to find my bible
Outside by the gate.

The preacher follows me out
And I try to find his eyes
But they are hidden
Beneath a heavy veil of tyranny and lies.

I know that he can't help it
I can see the fear
I reach out in sympathy
But he refuses to get near.

"No use being frightened"
He tells me as I weep
"Cleanse yourself and go back inside
With all the other sheep."

I reach up to touch my face
to see if there is mud
And was blinded by a vision
Of a wooden cross and blood.

"I think that I'll stay dirty"
I say in a broken tone
"I want to go to heaven,
But I don't want to go alone."

Cast Your Pearls

Don't cast your pearls to the swine
Don't sell your soul for a scrap of bread
His love is a paradyme
His words are fat
But his soul unfed.

You see yourself through a broken mirror
You see yourself in a foggy haze
Look to the left and the coast is clear
But you're looking at death
When you look in his face.

I see you through the eyes of a child
I see you through the eyes of God
Slow disintegration of your smile
And your heart that screams
From the chopping block.

Your only love and your only pain
Your only love pulls you out of your head
You drink the sorrow in the name of change
Instead of loving yourself instead.