Tag Archives: flowers

“The Rhodora,” by Ralph Waldo Emerson and quote from Yu/stan/kema.

07 Sunday Jun 2020

Posted by in photo, Poetry, quote, spirituality

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , ,

 

” This poem is very descriptive and beautiful in catching all the ways a flower is special and full of beauty. There is an amount of tenderness in how he gently puts words to the sheer loveliness of its bloom. I can almost see him caressing its petals with a finger. Ralph Waldo Emerson  knew its value as a flower when he wrote: ‘Beauty is its own excuse for being.’ 

The heart indeed, craves what it needs. The soul needs beauty in order to survive the heartbreaks in life.”    Yu/stan/kema

 

THE RHODORA

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,                                

I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,

Spreading the leafless blooms in a damp nook,

To please the desert and the sluggish brook.

The purple petals, fallen in the pool,

Made the black water with their beauty gay;

Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool,

And court the flower that cheapens his array.

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why

This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,

Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,

Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:

Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!

I never thought to ask, I never knew:

But, in my simple ignorance, suppose

The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.

-RALPH WALDO EMERSON-

 

 

God Makes The World More Complete.

28 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by in Photos, Poetry, spirituality

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , ,

God created a Garden                                                             

Veronique-coutie. Found on Pinterest-3-8-19.

With such infinite care. 

He filled it with lovely trees

And flowers that were rare.

 

He stood near a lofty giant

And touched its bark with His hands.

He could feel the tree sap flowing

As He gazed toward distant lands.

 

He carved the earth for a river

That would water the plants that grew

Throughout the Garden of Eden

That He had made brand new.

 

He was pleased when the river filled

With the rain He caused to fall

Over the grasses and flowers

And where the trees stood tall.

 

God walked in the cool of the evening

After the sun went down.

He enjoyed the beauty of summer

And sleeping on the ground.

 

Yet, He found something was missing                                 

Found on Pinterest on 6-21-18. Nature Walkz.com. By Christopher Gandy.

That would make it more complete.

So He created the birds to sing

Sweet notes they could repeat.

 

And the world was far more lovely

When He placed stars in the sky

And a moon to lighten the darkness

As the night drew nigh.

 

God loved what He had created

And was happy for a while,

But something was still missing.

He longed for another’s smile.

 

God created human companions

Who could love and converse with Him,

And  share in the beautiful music

Of the heavenly seraphim.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Mindful Moments.

28 Saturday Mar 2020

Posted by in Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

Have you ever been kissed by the sun

and felt the sweat on your skin

as you reached down into the earth

to see new plant life begin?

 

Have you felt sweet rain on your face

as your eyes looked up into heaven,

and closed them to savor the memory

like you did when you were eleven ?  

        

Have you ever seen honeysuckle vines

filled with flowers and heavenly smells,

touched the soft petals of a rose, 

or walked through a field of blue bells?

 

Have you ever built a camp-fire 

at night under a starry sky,

gazed into the heart of the flames,

and felt that God was nigh?

 

Have you ever cradled a child

close to your heart and knew,

they would be loved forever

and cherished deeply by you?

 

These are the moments we seek 

when we need to replenish the soul.

Such mindful moments enrich our lives,

and help us again become whole.

  Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

Indiana in the Summertime.

11 Thursday Jul 2019

Posted by in photo, Poetry, spirituality

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

The breeze is cool

against my skin

and is filled with

the smells of summer.

Flowers dance in the wind

while the sun kisses my face

like some long-forgotten love

from my adolescence.

 

Veronique-coutie.

Trees lift their branches                    

toward heaven and drink in                              

 the golden rays of the sun.

Butterflies flit from

flower to flower

while sipping sweet nectar.

The smell  of honeysuckle,

 on the backyard fence,

floats on the air currents

and enters my nose.

 

Sweet memories are reawakened:

Tart lemonade sliding down

the throat  in one tasty gulp;

Red ripe watermelon

chilled to perfection;

The sound of whippoorwills calling

out near dusk;

The laughter of children playing

Hide and Seek at night;

and the gentle guitar strings

kissing the darkness

with love songs.

There is truly nothing like,

Indiana in the summertime.

-Yu/stan/kema–

The Breath Of Life.

31 Tuesday Jul 2018

Posted by in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , ,

Sanctify, Oh sanctify,

This clean air I take inside.

Breathe it deep within my lungs

And exhale my wounded pride.

 

Glorify, Oh glorify,                                                 

Found on Pinterest on 8-5-16.

All the trees I walk beneath.

Teach my soul to touch the sky

And erase my unbelief.

 

Beautify, Oh beautify,

The flowers at my fingertips.

Inhale deep within each flower.

Sing their praises with my lips.

 

Magnify, Oh magnify,

All the blessings that I see.

Turn me from what’s negative. 

Focus on God’s majesty.

 

Sanctify and glorify

All the things within my soul.

Help me most to realize,

Nature’s gifts can make me whole.

 

Beautify and magnify

My faith and trust in God’s great art

And help me see His gifts for me

Come from a Father’s loving heart.

 

Breathe in and out the breath of life.

Breathe in deep and hold it fast.

Help me see the good in life

And erase my painful past.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Nature Gives Respite For The Spirit.

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

When I was just a girl of eight,

I stretched out flat upon the ground,

And on my back I saw the world

With a blue sky, heard natural sounds.

 

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. Days of grace-cherie.

 

I felt my soul fly out of me

And land on top a soft white cloud.

I embraced the universe

And heard an angel laugh out loud.

 

All around me Beauty breathed

And blew sweet hope into my chest.

She wrapped me in serenity, 

And gave me a much-needed rest.

 

The scent of sweet tender leaves

Moved gently through the tall oak trees.

Found on Pinterest on 6-13-16.

The smell of Honeysuckle blooms

Drifted across the morning breeze.

 

I saw one-hundred flowers dance

And lift their faces to the sun.

They smiled and bowed their heads in prayer

And gave thanks to the Holy One.

 

In me there grew such ecstasy.

It blew the storms of life aside.

It gave me respite for a day

And brought back hope that had died.

Yu/stan/kema-

 

A Child’s Lullaby.

23 Monday Apr 2018

Posted by in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Good night, good night, my sweet child,

God’s angels will protect you.

May you greet the morning light,

With flowers kissed with dew.

 

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-16-16.

 

Lift up your rested head, my child,

While birds sing songs of gladness.

God brings lovely things your way

To take away your sadness.

 

Though life can have stormy skies,

It also has bright sunshine

To light up your darkest days.

So, leave your troubles behind.

 

Love will come to you, my child,

When you least expect it.

Just keep a receptive heart

To house the Holy Spirit.

 

For someday soon, God will come

And take you home with Him.

You will fly through sapphire skies,

Hear songs from the Seraphim.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Northern Illinois In The Summer Time.

03 Thursday Aug 2017

Posted by in Photos, Poetry, spirituality

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

Softly blows a gentle wind               

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-15-16. Taken by Jim Tanselle.

Across the green leaves

Of flowering plants

And sunlit trees.

 

Flowers cover the landscape

With every shape and color

Which brightens up the gardens

Where birds and bees hover.

 

A quiet pond with paddling ducks,

Egrets, and geese

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-16-16. Taken by Jim Tanselle.

Create an atmosphere

Of such heavenly peace.                                   

 

This is a safe haven

Free of strife and thoughts of war.

It is a place of comfort,

A glimpse beyond heaven’s door.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

The Grieving Bee.

01 Thursday Jun 2017

Posted by in Photos, Poetry, Psychology

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. Still Flying by Mohan Duwal on Fivehundredpx.com.

Jack was a very curious bee,

Still he avoided the boundless sea.

He knew if he fell in to the waves,

He’d never know nectar from a pear tree.

So he huddled near by, under a leaf,

With hope in his heart and the strong belief,

That someday he could find love again

If he could live through this terrible grief:

 

He once loved a bee as sweet as wine,

And he made her his valentine.

She would race from him to the flowers

And dance with him before she’d dine.

They came together one stormy night.

She laid by him, snuggled in tight.

He wanted her for the rest of his life.

He found her dead in the morning light.

 

She had fallen down

From the tree to the ground.

She had fallen so quickly

Without a sound.

He mourned her for days

Her sweet, gentle ways.

He’d imagine her dancing

In  the sun’s rays.

Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. awesomeinventions. com.

 

He decided to travel home for a while,                        

And try to forget her wonderful smile.

He traveled back to where he was born,

Knowing full well he was in denial.

He learned that: Bees come and die;

Sometimes there just isn’t a why;

Live in each moment as much as you can;

And don’t let good love pass you by.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happiness Is A Waterfall.

04 Sunday Sep 2016

Posted by in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

     THE WATERFALL

In the middle of a trauma,

I returned to the mountains

And the forests of Colorado,

Seeking refuge for a troubled soul.

610298d32d0f191c2e7264d188284c1d.Pin.5-21-16.Colo.

Found on Pinterest on 5-21-16.Dan Ashbach/Dan330. Uncompahgre National Forest. Colo.

Nerves on edge, skin prickling, and

With a heavy load of anxiety,

Random thoughts zipped across

The peripheral edges of my mind.

They became impossible to catch,

Let alone read in any coherent way.

 

Sweat covered my skin with a thin layer

Of cold perspiration and I shivered

In the shade of the pine trees.

Breathing was difficult as I walked.

Facebook Timeline photo. 3-14-16. Sy paintings

Facebook Timeline photo. 3-14-16. Sy paintings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was alert to every sound in the forest.                              

I became aware of a roar, almost hidden, 

By the sounds of birds calling out to each other.

The sounds were soft and tender like love notes

Being sent to one’s mate as a reminder that love

Beat in his heart, and he wanted the world to know.

 

The sound of falling water fell upon my ears,

The rushing of many streams flowing into one.

The roar filled my senses and l became aware of 

Strength, power,  and an incredible feeling of joy.

 

Joy because the roar replaced my anxiety.

My thoughts slowed as I watched the water fall.

Watching each droplet separate from the other,

I felt my heartbeat slow to the sound  of the

Splatter of water hitting the rocks below.

I felt my muscles slowly unravel from being rigid.

 

Flowers of all different colors grew by the water.

Each flower filled my nose with a delightful aroma.

The sounds and sights blended into a place filled

With happiness and joy. Peace came in to my soul.

 

Yu/stan/kema