From the Webz

From a poet I read daily, an awesome poem.

Enjoy and Merry Holidays!

http://amyturnsharp.com/blog/2013/12/20/we-will-meet-in-a-flower-shop-or-on-a-corner-in-the-rain-and-then-later-ill-tell-you-everything

Deadly Bites and Weapons Before 7am

Phoenix: If a king snakes bites you, you will be dead forEVER. Like, EVER. If it bites you. A king snake will bite you, you know. It will. It bites.

Me: King snakes are harmless to us. They do not have venomous bites. They eat pests like rats and mice and help us.

Phoenix (with a totally disgusted look and a sarcastic tone): What, like you might just scream loudly if it bites you? That's IT? Sheesh.

Phoenix: Maybe I can ask Santa for something like small gun. Just a small one, not real. I mean, not a real gun - not that. Just like, a play gun. But still a gun, I mean. A gun for Christmas.

Me: silence... and the distinct feeling that I do not know where this child came from, with his snakes and gun talk.

Do you ever look at your kids that way? As though they dropped out of the sky?

Sunday Note: Substance

substance (noun): the quality of being meaningful, useful, or important

Come to me with your substance

Let me hear your words

Let your worth be a banner

Let all manner of tomfoolery

be underlaid with meaning

Let us laugh and then share one of those moments

Where silence can indeed say it all

Silence and a falling teardrop

caressing your cheek

and singing the song of love

Carrying in its path the tale of war wounds

and broken hearts

and hearts that keep on living.

The substance of tears

may just be the substance of soul

Set free for the short journey

You could catch it with your tongue

and carry that soul within

Or just let it soak back into the ground

substance matter mass

You are always with us.

Changing form

Carrying on.

BL

12.1.13

All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.