I fly through the sky
With my eyes open wide.
My world has been opened wide.
I’ve held on with all my might
Even the little blue bird
Can’t make it right
I cry with my eye.
With my eye
I cry.
I cry with my eye.
In time
To see the blue bird fly by.
And the leaf floats.
Tears flow down the window
as the snow melts upon the roof.
The old cow laughs
as it kicks the fresh manure from its hoof.
'It's a funny world'
I said.
As twilight
settled on my head.
The world is dark.
It has hit its mark.
'Everything is stark.'
Exclaimed the lark.
This poem is nuts.
It is full of ands and butts.
I pulled a thread.
My eyes popped right out of my head.
I found them in the morning,
resting quietly, under my bed.
I had rolled my eyes
right out of my head!
Psychological harassment!
Nothing says ‘I love you’, quite the way a boutique of fresh cut flowers do.
Except for the words themselves. I love you!
Summer, spring, winter, and fall,
Flowers bloom,
I love them dearly.
But you, my love, I love most of all.
Your favourite mug
is a must,
It adds a hug
so softly touched.
Pour it dark.
Pour it black.
Add some milk
to bring it back.
Those little beans,
harvested by little hands,
Bundled and brought,
from far away lands.
Who knows what's in them?
We don't care.
Just make it quick
While I stand,
and stare.
Drink it alone,
or with a friend.
Black coffee
Espresso
Latte, hot or cold
Americano
Cappiccino
Mocha
Cafe Au Latte
Macchiato
Flat White
Irish coffee
Frappe
Cold brew
Affagato
Red eye.
Or prehaps a large, half-caf,triple-shot,caramel,mochano foam, extra whipped cream, extra hot, upside-down, caramel drizzle, with seven pumps of caramel syrup and seven pumps of mocha syrup, double blended frappaccino.
Just make mine with a large splash of milk.
My mug adds a love that is forever felt!
I ate a pancake
with strawberries and banana,
dripping with whipped cream!
Footsteps of blue,
means the ice is cold.
Stopping outside,
is being bold.
The pot near the rainbow,
is full of gold.
The world is changing,
so I'm told.
It's going so fast,
it's got me feeling old.
Only when I need to,
Age, it's making me Bold!
I first learned of Lasagna Love shortly before this past Christmas. Our local news station carried a short interview with a local Lasagna Love volunteer.
I have been looking for a volunteer opportunity for a while. My name has been on the volunteer waiting list at our local Food Bank for about a year.
After seeing the news clip and a conversation with my husband, I googled the organization and signed up. We made our first delivery today. Our second is in the freezer, awaiting a delivery date.
Founded in 2020, Lasagna Love is a platform that connects neighbours for home-cooked meal delivery.
It has transformed into an international movement of kindness, impacting thousands of volunteers and recipient families each week.
To volunteer or sign up for a home cooked lasagna go to lasagnalove.org
I’ve joined a little Facebook group that’s been around for almost 10 years.
It’s called Art Journaling for Beginners. It’s a spot to share and learn about art.
I’m hoping to complete a journal entrance every day. So far, I haven’t missed a day.
Let’s see where this year takes me.
We’ve always wanted to stop at Webers for one of the charcoal barbecued burgers. But, until this afternoon, the timing was never right, or we were on the wrong side of the highway.
The walk across the walkway over the highway is something we wanted as a part of the experience. The walkway is a portion of the pedestrian bridge of the CN tower, the CN tower, until 2009, was the world’s tallest freestanding structure.
The burger, with the charcoal fire, enhancing the flavour of the frozen patty was yummy. My husband’s footlong hotdog was grilled to a perfect crispness. His chocolate milkshake was too thick to drink.
We arrived at this unique burger joint just before their dinner rush. We were able to dine in an original train dining car.
We love exploring the bounty our backyard has to offer! This is one of those unique spots along the way.
Growing up, my favourite part of Christmas was always Midnight Mass. This was back when midnight masses were actually at midnight.
I would be a little bit giddy from being up so late.
I would be a little bit squished because the church was so full.
I would watch as those coming in from the local pub would make their way to the only remaining seats at the front of the church.
I would watch them as they fell asleep.
I would listen to and sing along with my father as he sang those beautiful Christmas hymns, sometimes in Latin, that most ancient of languages.
I loved the stained glass windows reaching high up for the ceiling. The acoustics in the archs reflecting the angel voices below
I remember the humble nativity scene where I would stand in wonder as I looked down at the face of little baby Jesus asleep in a manger of hay.
I loved looking up as large, white, flakes of Christmas snow fell from the wintery sky as we exited the church.
For this short period of time, we were all the same.
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Tonight the mass was at 9:30pm and I am wide awake.
The church is not as full. There are a few but not many, empty pews
I had forgotten the beauty of this old historical building. The qualities of the wood, the curvature of the arches, and choir rail. The ornate statues that graced not just the altar area but also the sides and back of the church.
I had forgotten the smells of the incense and the sound of the bells and the folded hands of the altar boys.
The voices of the choir that rang through the choir were divine. My father’s voice was missing, but he was probably listening.
The faith of the people was strong and obvious.
A nativity scene graced the back of the church, beckoning the children, both young and old, to stop and wonder at the face of the little baby Jesus.
I’m very happy that we decided to stop by tonight.
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John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.”
J
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