Only when we change within can we begin to change the world…..
CKP 2019
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What He Knows/Poetry
The angels plucked heart’s hopeful strings
and delivered him with gentle wings-
a whisper only he could hear,
and he knew.
“You are the treasure, never doubt
the miracle this life’s about.”
His soul rejoiced within the peace
of knowing-and it
smiled.
Before they gave complete control
to those whose arms did thus enfold,
the angels kissed the velvet cheek
of one so precious, new and meek.
“What now is known, shall fade away
into the days of childish play
until, once more, the soul shall yearn
to quench the fire inside that burns.
‘Tis then dear one, you look within
beyond the aging, thickened skin.
You will recall with new delight
the treasure resting out of sight,
and yours to give away at last-
be quick!
The memory fades too fast.
What went before shall be again,
a glimpse, magnificent and then
just out of reach…
the Secret.
For you, dear one.
Cheryl KP copyright 2019
Repose
Repose:
a state of rest, sleep or tranquility..
a state of resting after exertion or strain..
a place of rest…
peace, tranquility…
lack of activity…
cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation..
to lie at rest, to lie dead, to remain still or concealed…
to take a rest, to rest for support…
What place is this, such promise be
where soul finds peace, tranquility?
Thus waits the cool and shadowy balm
that fills the troubled heart with calm.
Where time stands still, they lay their fears
and soft, the light will dry their tears.
Sweet rest, for hope doth thus suppose
salvation found in sweet repose.
Cheryl KP
Copyright words and image 2019
When All Else Fails/#photography
It is good to turn our attention to the things that are constant, reliable and ever present in these uncertain social, political and rapidly changing times.
Anyone with a basic knowledge of the way our world turns understands that even though we don’t see her in the bright light of day, the moon is ever present. She is constant and certain as is the sunrise.
In these times of world turmoil, of a questionable healthy future for our planet and the shattering of so many of the certainties we once took comfort in, it encourages me to cling to the constants in life, to remember that they are there, even when we can’t see them easily.
Hope lives as long as one person carries it in their soul, love is present in creation even though it sometimes seems scarce, and Existence is infinite, whether humanity is wise enough to maintain its place within the grand Matrix of the living essence.
I am encouraged by the chain of life that marches on, refusing to accept or recognize defeat. The beauty of its face keeps me grounded in hope, clinging to love and praying for his future…for the future of life.
The Conspirators
The Council convenes..
and what do they cackle about?
The demise of fiendish foe?
What dark agenda, this Murder of Crows?
There were actually a dozen or more all over the yard. Then came the sparrows and cardinals, even hummingbirds. It was like a fowlish stampede! I could only manage these few images, being full engaged in cooking dinner. It has been brutally hot this week, and I suppose this was their evening’s watering hole before turning in for the night.
Now I must go check out the full moon.
If You Think
If you think that nature is accidental, without order or purpose, or that what we do has no impact on its metabolism, then you aren’t looking closely…
We are all leaders and followers, explorers and sages, lost and found, stumbling around in a daze, the days float by like wispy clouds across the landscape of evolution, revolution simmers within the soul of forgotten dreams, what seems to be is not and up is down, the quaking ground disintegrates while we dance upon its face and disgrace the toils of our ancestors, blaming them for not foreseeing our arrogance and gluttony, the litany of progress and technology drowning out the cacophony of the Earth’s despairing cry-“Hear me!”
Every living thing, every cell within existence, is part of the never ending chain. What seems minuscule to us is in turn herculean to another, right down to a single celled organism. You can’t idolize Science when it heals you, gives you technology and progress, then deny it when it tells you something that is frightening, undeniable and imminent.
Look closely. It isn’t just about you or me. There are others who stand to lose and be lost, generations denied their own opportunities if we don’t accept responsibility and work for change.
Please…don’t break the chain.
Look closely at this image. At first glance the tiny photo-bomber seems like an ant. It isn’t. It is just a tinier version, looking up to our tiny friend who looks up to another who looks up to another, who looks up…
The Garden Party #conservation #photography #nature
Whenever I feel discouraged, which seems to be a lot these days, I go outside. Nature never changes its course. It doesn’t whine about the weather, but behaves accordingly. It doesn’t beg for attention because it is too busy trying to stay alive.
There is much comfort in watching bees going about their business or taking awhile to sleep in the folds of a blossom. Watching bird couples scout for food and then share what they find with each other speaks to cooperation and partnership better than any human interaction I have seen lately.
I can feel the trees breathing from where I sit, far beneath their branches; and I cringe to think how ignorant are those who can’t accept that we need their presence for the very oxygen that we enjoy. It’s not simply that we can’t all get up and run to a rally or pledge large sums of money to conservation efforts. The heartbreaking truth is that so many turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the fact that this world is dying beneath the crushing weight of our careless humanity.
It is the same philosophy that addresses the messes left in a grocery store or a discarded half full shopping cart. The “Oh they pay someone to do that,” theory to support apathy extends to global and political problems. The idea that “nature will take care of itself” or “we’ll leave that to the experts” is a copout of the worst kind. Will someone clean up behind you at WalMart? Most of the time. This issue is not about ‘someone’ fixing things. It is about the plague of disregard that is spreading its fingers insidiously over the world.
They are right about one thing. Nature will take care of itself. If Biblical history is to be believed, it once rained for forty days and forty nights to cleanse the planet. If Science is to be believed there have been other catastrophic weather purges since the dawn of time. Make no mistake. Earth will survive, and no matter how many guns you have stashed, no matter how many properties you own across the globe or how much money is stacked in the digital memory of your bank account, it will not save you from Nature’s unraveling.
Well, we started out with a bang and perhaps we shall end with one. Or maybe just a collective surprised whimper.
I love my little piece of Nature and will do whatever I can to preserve it. It think I’ll start by having a party..a garden party. Here are a few of my guests!
Y’all come back now, y’hear?
