"55" Times TWO! LET MY PEOPLE GO

 FREEDOM

Two Friday "55"s today. If you'd like to play

post a 55-word story or whatever, and let

G-MAN know about it!

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date. 

--William Shakespeare

"55" Number ONE

(LITTLE BIRDS,
GO NOW--BE FREE!)

Fly little bird,
Fly with the wind.
For if you don't
You have sinned.

For the wind is the law
And the law is just.
Whence the wind blows
You also must.

So fly, sweetest bird,
Go fly with the wind.
If you do not
You've most assuredly sinned...


"55" Number TWO

In all Creation
Above and beneath
There exists a simple rule
Creator's bequeath

The rule is thus.
What is following next
All must obey
No matter what
Any one may say:

There arrives a moment
That birds, beasts,
And Quirky Peeps
Even great celestial bodies
Must
Extricate,  
Separate
Uncage
Assuage
And simply
Let go,
Let God..... 

 

--steveroni

 
Picture from

Deviant Art:  FREEDOM by Rippedknees

CRAZY? WHO? ME?

One week ago I created another blog, and tried it for four days. 

It did not work, because It was (click) NOT ME. This post is stolen 

from that blog, from myself.  Wonder if that is legal? 

Maybe I can sue myself and buy a new HARLEY!

BREAKFAST FOR TWO BY THE SEA--

BY THE SHINING SEA

We met to break fast
In shaded sunlight
Of a coastal morning.
It would not be our last
Together time.

Long years passed since
The beginning friendship
From our first "Hello".
Our first "Yes!"

Then it happened
An immediate smile
As her laughing eyes
Searched my own.

Now, our pair of two peepers
Peered one into the other
In a manner of seeking, learning.
Happy-faced others were leering,
Their knowing brows all arching.

On a wire high over,
Tweeting birds were marching
In orderly fashion
To the rumbling beat
Of distant rolling drum.

Thunder of an approaching
Storm...

Wonderfully pleasant, that view!
The birdsong, coffee and cake
All our enjoyment. We saw
Ducks, swan, fish and lake,
And beyond that the deep sea...
So colorfully covering all its treasure.
This not the time to measure pleasure.

We shared love which told
One to one, oh! so bold
What our minds thought
What our souls desired.

As rain began gently dropping
Onto the deck, the place beneath,
We spoke on and on
--Smiling, loving,
Until all of time wrapped itself
Into this single, blissful moment

And we allowed all who found
Us--we, who found a happiness,
A joy in our meeting,
To make their assumptions,
Live their own lives.

As if they really cared.
As if we care.
 

We care!

--steveroni

DEDICATION AND COMMITMENT

POPPA TENDS TO MOMMA--THAT'S LOVE!

DON'T DUCK THE LESSONS
SENT BY GOD

Is all nature committed to carrying out the will of God? Even the galaxies far away? Quasars included? All the animals, fish and creatures of the sea? Are all so dedicated to bending their patterns, their lives to fit God's wishes, God's Purpose? Is humanity the only entity which decides whether to do God's Will, or not?

Is my free will what sets me apart from the other animals? Is that all? If all of nature--except me-- is completely dedicated to my God, maybe there is something more for me to learn.

This line of thought came about when I spied "future Mother" Muscovy Duck on our front door stoop setting on her self-constructed nest, on her nine eggs until their quacking time is arrived. She sits there hour after hour, day after day, week after week, totally committed to carrying out God's Will for her.

There is a certain spirituality involved with the duck's knowledge of what to do, the exact time to do it, and the will to carry it out. More "duck" spirituality emerges as I stand, watch, consider, and decide that total commitment, total dedication, are what are missing in my life, in many areas, on many levels.

I had been ducking the messages God has been sending. It took a duck to bring me the message I needed to hear. A duck had to be used by God to awaken my soul from its state of sometimes semi lethargic aloofness, to an awareness that I, too, have a freedom to choose not only 'right' from 'wrong', but maybe even 'best' from 'better'.

I have freedom of staying on the nest of God's Will, or abandoning that nest, leaving eggs in the cold, to rot and die. My freedom has always been to do, or not do, whatever I believed. My choices were occasionally disturbing to me.

Amazing what I may discover when I "listen" to God speak--through a silent duck--Commitment...Dedication...To Alcoholics Anonymous, to my groups, to my church, my country, to my family, my wife, my health, my bloggers and special friends, to my God.

TRIVIA

And on a clear night, like tonight, I can spot the Spiral Galaxy of Andromeda. It is as large as our Milky Way. It sends out rays of light at a rate of 186,000 miles per second.

This light takes 2,500,000 years to get to us. It consists of over One hundred thousand million suns, many larger than our own sun. And, after a moment of silence--and I have once again put myself into perspective, it is time for bed.

And blogger-friends, you are thought of frequently, routinely, often, and typically regularly, with LOVE!

Peace, from
Steve