There is a touch of Autumn
Lingering in the air.
The leaves are falling downward
And trees will soon be bare.The grass is turning yellow
And birds are on the wing.
It won't be long until
We have forgotten Spring.The harvest moon is coming
And long walks in the woods.
We'll build a roaring campfire
And put on our jacket hoods.Cold cheeks in late October
And the making of S'Mores
Reminds us of the wonder
Of going out-of-doors.-Yu/stan/kema-
Found on Nature addicts on 11-6-18. Taken by Michelle Steenburn. Red, White, and Blue. Also found on Facebook Timeline.
I love to grow tomatoesIn the summer time.The taste of the ripe fruitIs best in its prime.They have delicious flavorAs they ripen on the vine.I'll eat a few for supperWith dandelion wine.I can buy them at the store,But the taste is not the sameAs when they're eatten in the fieldAnd have a famous name.
"Beefsteak " ismy favoriteAnd so is "Better Boy."It's the simple things in lifeThat bring us so much joy.
-Yu/stan/kema-
Life is full of joy and sorrow.We never know what comes tomorrow.
We make plans with baited breath
While pushing back the hands of death.
We try to play the hero's part
With an arrow in our heart.We gather flowers as we go.
The years fly by and bring us woe.
The losses come one by one,
And we feel our life is done.
We are told to carry on
And embrace the coming dawn.We feel such emptiness within.
We weep for what life might have been.
Our hopes and dreams have flown away,
And still we're staying one more day.
Our courage keeps us living here After losing all that's dear. -Yu/stan/kema-
A little girl with tattered clothes
Walked on the bombshelled ground.
Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks.
She did not make a sound.
Bombs were falling from the sky.
Her body shook with fear,
And yet she kept on walking.
She had lost what she held dear.
She saw dead bodies in the street
And heard some soldiers laugh.
The Russians blew up what they could
And took things in their path.
She found a place to hide again
And packed herself in tight.
The cold stones protected her.
She slept through the night.
The sun came up to welcome her
And down the road she went.
She found no food or water
And her energy was spent.
She searched in vain for family
The war had ripped away.
She knew there was no one
Who would ask her to stay.
The emptiness she felt inside
Was like a giant hole.
Her faith in God had disappeared.
She feared for her soul.
War came to the streets of Kiev.
It would not stay the same.
Brave men would die and one small child
On the streets of Ukraine.
-Yu/stan/kema-
History let's us all know
That life's events come and go,
And they can return again
To show us who we might have been.
Men are taught to resist
The evil that does exist.
Good men choose not to hate,
And they walk a path that's straight.
History helps us to see
What an evil man can be
When he is filled with hate and greed
And acts upon his selfish needs.
He conquors others using power
And kills hundreds in an hour.
He feels, sadly, no remorse
And rules others with brute force.
History teaches us of truth,
Love and hatred in our youth.
We have choices we must make
And need to learn from our mistakes.
What will others learn from us?
To seek God's love of righteousness,
Or teach others how to hate
And leave their souls to cruel fate.
-Yu/stan/kema-
A deep darkness comesAnd covers the earthAnd slowly removesTraces of my worth.Ghosts from the past rise
Up to smother meWith negative thoughts
Of untold misery.My strength is gone.
Hope has taken wingAnd left behind a
Soul that cannot sing.
For Life has changed andRearranged my days.
I am left to grieveAll the "old ways."The fear of disease
Can hold me captive,While I struggle to
Become adaptive.-Yu/stan/kema-
A dark-haired childwent down to the bank
of a clear-running streamto play a small prank.She knew that the fairies
came down there to play
and she heard them gigglethe day away.
She watched as they left
a jug full of rumand left-over food.
She started to hum.
She ate what was left
of the fairies lunch.
She cut them some flowers
and left them a bunch.Then she hid in a treetil the twilight faded
and took a long nap
while she patiently waited.
When the moon came outand lit up the ground,the fairies came back
and they gathered round.
They danced and they sangand they chanted her name:
"Little girl, come out.There's no need for shame." "Sing with us, child,and dance here with me."
"Your feet will fly,and soon you'll be free."So she danced with them,and sat for a while.
They begged her to singas she gave them a smile.She started to singwith a voice pure and clear.The more she sang,the angels drew near.They asked her to play an old violin.She took it and placed it
under her chin.She drew the bow back,and the violin cried.
She played and it laughed,and she made it sigh.All who heard itfelt reconciled
towards God, who said:"Well-done, My child."-Yu/stan/kema-
REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL 