A (Sort of) Recovered Blog

Last week, I had an idea I should have had a long time ago. My Word document blog wouldn't work, but I decided to try to open it under another program, the one which ended up working being Word Pad. Though it loaded the document slowly, wouldn't let me copy and paste the words, mixed it up some, including some technical garbledygook, and didn't include the pictures, it was still there, most of it.

(I believe that sentence should have semicolons in it, but they are for clarity, and I also believe that the general public would find more clarity without them. As mentioned before, rules-in grammar-are made to be broken.)

I painstakingly...painstakingly is too extreme a word...tediously...still too extreme but better...I tediously retyped it into Word, trying to get it to scroll down as I went, rejoicing that my irreplacable words were not gone.

It's not a big deal, and of little interest to anyone save myself, but it made me think of just one more thing God blessed me in, which so often we don't consider. I heard somewhere recently that there are no coincidences in the Christian life. "Every good...gift comes from the Father in heaven..." even small ones. We know this, of course, but rarely do we really think about it.

Perhaps what I would have most missed were my poems, many of which I did not have anywhere else. For a while I tried to post a poem and a picture every day. Some aren't any good (most?), but they're still fun to see later. Here are some, with their pictures. They were done in June. Warning: this will be a long post!

My Shoes

My shoes have been ‘most anywhere,
Think of a place I’ve been and they were there,
To Friday Night, oh, many times,

Around the house, and back outside.

To the garden, park, and church,
To evening service, to graduations,

To Christmas meetings of relations.

They’ve wandered through the woods for fun,

About the house and yard they’re run.

To babysitting, Kid’s Club, BYBC,

They’re there on the feet of me,

Outside playing games or races.

They’ve been also to yuckier places,

Sat in the sun room over winter,
Through the freezing winter’s brr,

For they stepped on mucky yuck

In a rainy day of bad luck
Through the chicken yard they went,
And so I did no more present
These shoes on my feet in any places,
For they were dirty, sole to laces.
Then in spring they were left in rain

In hopes of being clean again.

And so they are no more forlorn--
But still in no clean places worn.

~ Jeannette Beerbower

Butterfly World

I could not get this picture to be sharp.

Butterflies living in a plastic world

Unaware they never lived at all

Over beautiful flowers that never bloomed

Don’t know they’re fake in a tiny ball.

They don’t know their stripes were painted on,

Don’t know they never stretched their wings to dry,

Never ate a leaf or saw the sun,

They don’t know they will never fly.

~ Jeannette Beerbower

I have no idea what it means, but it sounds profound.

 Little Girl Eyes

  

Caught by the eyes of a little girl

Wonder and purity behind the gaze

Surrounded by curls she cut herself

Such innocence and mischief blended

In her sweet and wicked ways.

~ Jeannette Beerbower

 

 That is one of my favorites.

Faces

The faces of children

Eyes of brown, green, blue

So intent

So innocent

So trusting of you

Ready to follow

To listen and do

So

Be careful

Where you lead

Those eyes

Those faces

Watching you

Eternal Impact

You were here but for a moment

But the impact is eternal

We’ll never know how the love

The hug, the smile

The offhand word

No one realized

You had heard

Affected you

We’ll forget perhaps

This day

But you never will

We pray

God will use

The camaraderie

The games, the songs

The love you felt

To show the wrongs

In the world

To point the person

You will be

To the Christ

That you need

So we pray that much fruit

Comes from the seed.

Hope nobody who decided to read that was bored.