Message to Evil...

Evil dwells in angry state,

upon the tongue of sharpened hate,
behind the voice of terror sits,
lurking in a heartless pit.
 
It has no soul we can’t deny
without compassion, hollow, dry.
Devoid of love and all things good
Evil is, as evil stood.

Yet though these truths set us apart,
we never see it from the start.
For camouflaged it blends right in,
hiding what dwells deep within.

Until it chooses to unveil
deliberate and without fail,
but evil does not know us well,
it cannot venture where we dwell.

We who choose to be our best,

will never fall from evils test.
Firmly standing, facing fear,
confident that God is near...
and he alone decides our fate.
So evil you shall not dictate!

K E-C.

aka D.V.

December 16, 2012

May all the families of Newtown Ct. affected by this tragedy find strength and comfort in God. They are and shall remain in my prayers.

Giving thanks

The other day I caught myself  thinking about what it truly means to be thankful and I guess this is my take on the matter.

When plates collide and volcanoes boil
as feet burrow deeply into their toil
where oh where do eyes turn?

When waves come crashing miles over head
while heart ever weary flows deeply with dread
where oh where do eyes turn?

When hands meekly toiling have hardened like stone
deep inside pockets as dry as a bone
where oh where do eyes turn?
Seek him and one shall discern;
from trials true blessings we earn.

brighter then lava of volcanic spray
stronger then current in battle of day
sounder than what shall decay
steadfast and without delay...
so cast eyes upon God and pray.

I guess what I am saying is, even in the darkest moment, look up!
for beyond the seconds of trial and the minutes of tribulation, in God lies an eternity of love and peace. So why not thank him now for the blessings that are sure to come later.

Deo Volente
11.20.12

Thanks giving

I wish you all a happy day of giving and thanks, forget the stuff, remember the meaning.

D.V.

questions...

Have you ever heard something that you just had a hard time believing? That happened to me a few days ago and I am still as confused as I am shocked. This really is one to give to God ... may all hearts, souls and beings affected find comfort and guidance from God.

D.V.

From my heart

As I watch the news about Sandy I keep thinking of the individuals who are homeless; we pray for those who have shelter, homes and family but we forget those who are by choice or circumstance facing the roads of life on their own. It is for them I worry tonight and for them I pray. I hope they know they are not forgotten and that God loves them as he does every one of his children. May they whether this storm in the shelter of Gods' arms and may everyone who faces this challenge find strength through faith. This too shall pass!

Do not fear the tides that rise

for he who sees beyond your eyes
knows what’s on the way
and stands with you this day

The waves may wash away the sand

but if you take his out stretched hand
he'll keep you safe ashore
from now and evermore

Believe beyond the falling rain

the wind that fades and comes again
for he who made it all,
will answer when you call.

Deo Volente
October 29, 2012

Sometimes I catch myself

Sometimes I catch myself, do you?

Much like a stumble without fall

The taunts I do not hear at all
because I make the choice
to listen to my voice.
 
Then there are times I can’t contain
and from that fall I don’t restrain.
That’s when I hear him say;
“No darling, not today.”

The voice, of reason within reason
unending love, through time and season
Keeps me firm and sound,
no matter who’s around.

Yes I am flawed in many ways,
but even in my darkest days,
he seeks and finds me still…
In spite of my free will.

So thank you lord for days like this
when all that comes by shouts and hiss,
you whisper softly so…
“I love you, don’t you know.”

 Deo Volente

October 2, 2012

Silence for a reson...

I like the silence for a reason,
within the chime of every season;
it is still and uncomplicated.

It does not seek the path of confusion,
the shades and mirrors of illusion,
the mask that hides the face of lies,
it’s solace where the anguish dies.

It holds you like a new born child
and keeps you safe just for a while.
It soothes the aches of day and night
and beckons soul to seek delight…

refreshing passions, dreams ill-fated,
It's life’s wonder, soundly understated.
 
D.V.
October 1, 2012

This...

This that I shall never be

Will take to sky and by wind flee
In haste from that which makes me so
This that is I surely know

Never shall the twain entwine
For that which is shall dull and shine
Shall fade and glow by sun or moon
Atop the moments far and soon

They simply wont though they may try
Dance together as they fly
For that would be much like the thought
Of south beside the point of north

Polar points of space indeed

That I know and that I bleed
So love me, hate me, do your will…
This soul that is will marvel still!

D.V.
September 28, 2012.

A thought on "Words"

Poetry is a beautiful thing; it’s the rhythm of music beyond the curve of notes,

the thunder inside the quiet storm that shakes you and wakes you. Yet much like all beautiful things, in the hands of men or women, it can become tainted, even ugly. I recall the childish rhyme “sticks and stones…” and I beg to differ. Though stones and sticks carry the potential of physical harm, words can be just as damaging emotionally. We are layers of skin with a frame of bones but beneath it all lives our soul. A damaged soul can have devastating effects on a seemingly sound body. With that in mind, may I suggest that we who wield the pen or press the keys or merely muse with lips at ease, pause before we do for words have power too.

D.V.
September 5, 2012.

Riches...as I see it

I watched a movie the other night that got me thinking about life. Why is it that humans have a tendency to place so much value on the haves, be it people or material? For me I don’t care about things, never have and I hope I never do. What matters to me are the things money can never buy, the moments that fill life in ways that things never could. Does that make me crazy? I would rather be given a hand made card or a shy attempt at poetry than a diamond ring any day. Once long ago I wake up to find a tiny piece of paper with a mint carefully wrapped inside it on my pillow. The note was from my little sister and all it said was love G. I kept that note for many years. It was one of the best gifts I had ever received…a free scrap of paper and a 5 cent mint. It’s moments like these that I hold dear as the years trickle by for they are the jewels of true riches, priceless and irreplaceable.

 

Deo Volente

September 4, 2012

The return

Before you go any further, this is not a post on an event at some store with a rude or astounding clerk. It's just a simple post saying hi to the vast world of blogging that I have been absent from due to the demise of my computer. Had that been the extent of it, I suppose I would indeed be all smiles but sadly I have lost, yet again, several poems and photos. I wish that these things that are supposed to make my life easier, didn't make such a habit of making my life more stressful. Why can't the great minds of our time come up with a less complex, user friendly computer that didn't catch everything and die at the drop of a dime...then again I probably wouldn't be able to afford it. So I suppose in the mean time my motto will have to be "I get what I pay for"

oh well, it's almost friday
D.V.

Thinking

So here I am again, with a racing mind and weary heart. So many things are happening and I have little control over any of it. Going to church helps, I enjoy the sermons and hymns. Reading the bible helps too, if only for the moment my eyes are fixed on the words. Still I worry, mostly because I am wired that way. I often think of the saying "life is what happens when you're busy planning" I've spent my entire life planning and life is yet to get on the same page :)

Be Well
D.V.

Not crazy, just a little unwell.

Have you ever heard the Matchbox 20 song "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"? Well that song seems to be the anthem of my existence. In my teens I was called crazy by my peers simply because I chose not to inhibit my true self. These days, firmly planted in adulthood I still feel as if I tow the line that divides the sane and the insane. I have never been like anyone else and mostly I have been proud of that but every once in a while, I have to wonder. For years I have been a stay at home mom because it occurred to me that my children needed me home more than they needed the money being gainfully employed afforded me. Now that they are older and fairly sound on their paths in life, well at least two of them are. I have been trying with every fiber of myself to return to the working world but I couldn't have picked a worse time to do so. There is fierce competition for the most trivial of jobs and my extended absence seems to weigh against me. I feel like my teen self again, straddling the line with deep desperation, bitterly unsure of what to do next. I suppose I am fortunate having made it this far and to gripe about my blessings makes me petty but I am stressing about so much and it all hinges on money. The college journey is about to begin for the older children and where, oh where, shall I find the money to make it so. I can hear you say; they can pay their own way and you may be right. However I did just that and I had hoped to save them the stress of having to do so as well. Then why didn't I plan ahead you ask; I did but as the saying goes, life happens while you're busy planning. looking around I see so many people who are, as I, hanging by a thread and I wonder if they too feel a little unwell...maybe I'm not so different after-all.

K.E-C
7-12-12

wishing you good mental health.

Pray

I know I have said it before but it warrants repeating; some days just need more prayer...

Today I come on bended knees
you know my cares, you know my needs
you see my heart in every beat
all that holds me bitter sweet.
Tis you oh Lord that keeps me up
that fills to overflow my cup
I ask of you this time, this day
guide my steps along the way.
For only you can see beyond...
this storm that blows steadfast and strong.

D.V.
July 30, 2012

Fear (by age)

I find it rather odd that I
once a child of yes! and why...
is stunted now in age
beyond the turn of page.

At 6 I jumped a gully clear
simply challenged by a dare
even though I wasn't sure I'd make it
I took a leap, shed my fear and aced it.

Walls and fences, cleared in pace
and though I never won a race
I simply put one foot before the other
at the countless dismays of my mother

I questioned everything I saw
cleaved through learning with great awe
so wide eyed and passionate indeed
didn't matter if I'd fail or succeed

The thrill I found was from the act
to learn, to play, to be in fact...
more than I was at the start
I held so much promise in my heart.

All the years danced in the dark
I knew I had to be my spark
in darkness I discovered I found peace
a place for my heartaches to release

But now I look upon these hands
that failed to be and understand
long ago they held the key
unlocking doors that set me free

The me that dreamt, that dared to fly
that faced the jump without a sigh
that asked a million questions, why..
me that lived in life, in spite of walls and strife.

Me that never wished for wealth
but held the hand that I was dealt
that walked for miles inside the storm
to feel each raindrop soft and warm

That hiked the mountain in the night
that fought exhaustion and my fright
to see the peak at morning light...
that girl, had spunk and might.

To her the moments had a thought
and every one had to be caught
the seconds turned for reasons true
and beckoned for her just to do

to take a step and make it so
to challenge knowledge, just to know
to run the race and feel the sweat
never running out of breath,
at least until her death...
I wish you could have met.

K E-C
aka Deo Volente
June 29, 2012

Thinking and the lack there of...

I hadn't realized until this very moment that my slump has lasted for months, sure I have jotted a note or verse here and there but I haven't really been writing. I won't go as far as to say I have lost my voice but I have lost my drive. The last two things I had to write were eulogies, which may be the reason but it may not. So many things have been going on, indicative of life I suppose, still I have fallen short. Too busy being busy and not making time for myself. Now that summer is here it really is no different, the days are lazy but I find that to be more frustrating than being franticly busy. The noise of nothing is deafening, for all I hear are thoughts I've failed to scribe...when my children aren't being rambunctious that is :)

D.V.

Catch me...

Catch me softly if you dare

In a whisper, I don’t care
When the waves crash into sand
Be my strong and steady hand

Reach far down into the deep
Where eyes close but never sleep
Still of starlight, unaware,
Catch me softly if you dare.

Deo Volente
June 19, 2012

Hope reply...

Yet hope is such a fleeting thing

The reason birds in springtime sing
Fishes try to swim upstream
Hope is but a foolish dream

Let life be as it was meant
Blessings lost and blessings sent
Fingers grasp the things they should
Longing for that which they could

Diminishing the pearl to be
For sand at first is what they see
Past and future each in place
Present surely can’t erase

Time should never kiss the pen
Scribing wishes now and then
Foresight gives the truth of growth
Hindsight will perfect the quote

Shackles form by way of if
Breaking free is just a gift
days are numbered
grains sublime
Even moments lost to rhyme.

Deo Volente
June 22, 2012

News... really!

There seems to be great confusion or is it delusion, as to what classifies as news these days. I fail to understand why the color of a celebrity’s hair, their latest tattoo or what stupid human trick they managed to perform in their personal lives have to do with the price of rice. Yes, I said it, the price of rice. We are in a time of dire economic straits, people are jobless, homeless, hungry, uneducated and moving at the speed of light towards a tragic conclusion and our focus falls on these people. Could it be that money trumps humanity and fame trumps empathy? Look around folks, what do you see? This is what I see; the rise of illiteracy, the fall of morality, the loss of dignity and a lack of respect fueled by the growth of greed. We stand at the crossroads of what could have been a step towards true character but instead our society has chosen to run fast and feverishly towards its own decline. Wonder what the headlines will read then…

D.V.

5/10/12

Ride on

Ride on,

past the brush and all the rush
Ride on surely if you must
upon the narrows, black and yellow
Through the paths
ride on dear fellow
Race into the wind that be
set thy soul and spirit free
Grasp the black of handles dear
take the day and crisp night air
Ride from dusk till dawn and then…
let thy cares, be gone my friend.

Deo Volente

February 26, 2012

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