Walking on the road…
I met Bob.
Lives just up the road
Last house on the right
I’m just visiting
Over there around the corner
First house on the left
He’s from Ohio
Forty years ago
… from Ohio
I’m from Michigan
All my life ago
… from Michigan
We chatted
About the weather
About Detroit, Toledo
… and other things
Here’s the sticky part
Bob wore an Ohio State hat
Buckeyes!
I wore plain clothes
Hiding my college loyalty
Go Blue!
Bob smiled
I grinned
We talked some more.
Ohio State fan
U of Michigan fan
Rivals, bitter
And, in spite of the differences
Bob from just up the road
And me, just visiting
Shook hands
Wished each other well
Went on our way
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Walk as children of Light
Author: dklineg
Frosty Morning
There have been some nose-running, cold mornings this winter. In spite of that, I’ve taken my camera out, along with my (still learning how to use them) close-up rings to see if I could come up with at least five frosty photos good enough to post. Here’s what I have…
This is my Father’s world.
Today’s gift
“Look What I Did Today”
Unexpected delight…
When grandkids live half a continent away, it’s a treat to get an unsolicited note.
My middle school age grandson’s simple message was, “Look what I did today.” It was followed by a few dozen photos taken on a day off from school after an overnight ice storm.
As a proud Grampa, I thought I’d share. Here are a few of his shots.
Today’s gift
It’s January
Icy blast
Winter wind
Drifting snow
Winter Storm
Slipping treads
Shoveling, plowing
Aching back
Spring ahead?
It’s January …
Enjoy the beauty
Have some fun
Today’s gift
New Year’s Day – 2024
”Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.“ Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV
God’s gift and promise
Joy to the World – Christmas 2023
Here’s what Isaac Watts has to say about the birth of Jesus.
The Lord, the King
Is here…
reigns…
blesses…
rules…
with truth and grace.
We, the nations, the earth, the whole of creation
Receive the King…
Make room for the King…
Prove his righteousness…
Prove his love…
Sing…
Sing…
Repeating the praise …
for the King.
Joy to the world!
Today’s and Forever’s Gift
After the Solstice
Sunrise… It happens everywhere.
A Festival of Les’ and Carl’s
This story is a bit on the long side, so I gave it its own page in the blog. Follow the link to read the whole thing.
This story is part of a collection I put together called “My Best Christmas and Other Stories of the Season.” It can be purchased at Amazon.com
The late December morning Florida sun shone bright and clear. They stood there, the two of them, at the open grave. They needed just a minute more, so Roger, Janey’s father, said he would wait for the two of them in the car.
The old country cemetary was the last plot of ground in those parts not covered by citrus orchards. In spite of the somber setting and the potential for sadness, for some there was a peacefulness that permeated the place.
The sun’s light slanted through the fruitless branches casting long shadows across the final earthly resting place of their friend. Janey wrapped her arm around the old man’s shoulders. “He’s home now… with Jesus.” She hugged him. “He was a good friend,” she said.
His somber gaze shifted from the opening in the soil to her moist eyes. He patted Janey’s hand in agreement. A year ago he would have had a hard time admitting to a friendship of any kind with the man. But a lot had happened. A lot had changed. And now, his slight smile and silent nod said everything that needed to be said as he replayed in his mind his time with his best friend.
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“Hey! Whatcha doin’ under there?” ……. Read more
Solstice, Dancing, Hope
Sun, Earth solstice bound
Daily darker, woe, and woe
Wait! Tomorrow’s hope
Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars
All the rest, twirling, whirling
Sphere music, dancing
Cosmos - all of it
Creator loved, Son redeemed
Heaven, nature sing!
Today's hope and gift
Sunrise
I remember back then
when walking along the swamp path
I remember seeing lavender, pink and orange
Hugging the horizon
A rich palette of color
Leaking through skeletal trees
Announcing the arrival of the sun
To light the day.
I remember walking not so long ago
Same path, same sky, same everything
Yet a gray shroud laid across the sky holding back
A flood of color trying in vain to influence the day
Amidst steel wool clouds rolling out an even darker gray
All making me wonder, why bother
If there is no sunrise
To light the day
Then I remembered something
As I walked along the swamp path
I remembered some wisdom from a friend who said
Even though the kaleidoscope of morning beauty
Is hidden and all seems lost, grim, hopeless
Unseen on the other side of the gray
There’s always a sunrise
To light the day
Sunrise, today’s gift
Walk as Children of Light 