Here’s the Thing

Ok, here’s the thing,
I like to cook,
I like to garden, I like sleeping too,
     but don’t do it well.
What I really like
is to read.

Television is a bore
all that crime, and corruption . . .
     and that’s just the news.
It’s Ok for emergencies, but . . .
for real entertainment
give me a book

Newspapers for news please,
every other day only.
But books for fun,
    enlightenment,
        education,
             re-lax-a-tion.

Hardback or paper preferred,
real books with spines and pages
to turn with your finger —
No batteries, no cords —
carry them anywhere, and . . .
no limit to my imagination.

Books are my passport
that carry me to faraway places
for adventures mysterious, exciting for sure.
They introduce me to ideas,
challenging, mind bending,
astounding ideas.

Books that teach,
    history, cooking, and gardening of course.
But I want theology, science, and politics too
I want to meet people different from me, who
open my mind, my heart, horizons new.

I also want books that are fun.
Cozy mysteries to curl up with
    to hunt down the culprit.
Poetry from Euripides to Frost
    to sing songs in my mind.
Adventure books to carry me to
    the stars and lands of the heart
and back.

Books are my ticket to
lands and ideas I can’t travel to.
They give me doorways and roads,
highways to many to name,
adventures, exciting, insightful and new.

You can keep your TV,
Your Kindle, and phone.
Give me a book, paper or hard,
I will be reading when your
batteries die.

Ruth Jewell, ©May 25, 2020

What Lies Around The Corner?

What lies around the corner?

Light plays on green leaves.
Bird song carries on the breeze.
Warm air surrounds.
And, you ask, “What lies around the corner?”

Why is that important?
Why is the moment not enough?
Why do you long for tomorrow?
Why is this moment not enough?

We miss so much
in our rush to be somewhere.
We lose our way
when we can’t see today.

Stop for moment and
let the wind touch your cheek.
Wait for tomorrow
for today is enough.

Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.
Hold this moment in time.
Let light, and love, and peace
take its place in your heart.

Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.
Let now be important for once.
Let today be enough for the moment.
Let peace, light, and love heal your soul.

Ruth Jewell, ©May 21, 2020
Photo: Yost Park, Edmonds Wa, August 2006, by Ruth Jewell

Parody on the 23 Psalm

Today is a Palm Sunday unlike those we’ve ever had before. However, sometime the Creator tells us to take a moment to remember that in the universe, and world we create together, things often go awry. Nature has her own way of being and we have ours and it is in the balance between the two that we find life. Yet in all of the chaos of life we are not alone. They/Them will not let us travel this road alone, the creator is always walking along beside us, just like the shepherd is always with his flock.

This poem was written by my Grandfather during the height of the depression, another time of crises and chaos.  May it bring you peace during this Holy Week.

In pastures green? Not always:
Sometimes thou who knoweth best,
In kindness leadeth me
In weary ways,
Where heavy shadows be.

And by still waters? No, not always so:
Oft times the heavy tempests
Round me blow
And o’er my soul
The waves and billows go.

But where the storm beats loudest,
And I cry aloud for help,
Thou standeth by,
And whispers to my soul
“Lo, it is I.”

So where He leads me I can safely go,
And in the blest here after
I shall know,
Why, in His wisdom,
He hath led me so

Rufus G. Miller, written 1936, ©Ruth Jewell, April 16, 2013
(My grandfather loved roses, and the rose picture is one I took at Buchart Gardens Vancouver Island BC, in 2016)

(Rufus Miller was my grandfather and a poet.  My mother found this written on the back of a 1936 bulletin from the Christian Temple, Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), Lorain, Ohio in about 1962, among the belongings of my grandmother, Edith Miller, following her death.)

Joy Beyond Joy

She sits in the Garden
tears mar her cheeks
confused, frightened
where did they take him
where have they hidden him
Mary . .  . .

Her heart stops, she can’t breath
it is his voice, it looks like him,
yet he, he, he . .  .
she steps closer
a whisper, Rabbouni

Bursting into the upper room,
she dances from person to person, He lives
He lives, I saw Him
I touched Him
I spoke to Him, He Lives

He Lives
Oh Joy beyond Joy
O Love beyond Love
HE LIVES
Ruth Jewell, ©April 21, 2019

Photo by Susn Matthiessen on Unsplash

Good Friday

You call this Friday good
but today the Good died
all love hung on a cross
the sky cried
the earth broke it’s heart
the darkness of the soul covered the earth

We hide behind locked doors
grief grips our hearts
fear takes our minds
we wait for the knock
we wait to be dragged to our own cross
we wait, . . . we wait

~ Ruth Jewell, ©April 19, 2019

Christ Cruicified, El Greco, 15.41-1614

Morning Breath Prayer

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Canyon Trail, Yost Park, Edmonds WA,
August 2006, Ruth Jewell

 

Breath of . . .
God
Voice of . . .
God
Touch of . . .
God
Taste of . . .
God
Sight of . . .
God
Smell of . . .
God
Joy of . . .
God
Jealousy of . . .
God
Loyalty of . . .
God
Sadness of . . .
God
Anger of . . .
God
Tears of . . .
God
Love of . . .
God
Compassion of . . .
God
Forgiveness of . . .
God
Laughter of . . .
God
Beauty of . . .
God
Faith of . . .
God
Grace of . . .
God
Peace of . . .
God

Ruth Jewell, ©October 24, 2018