Look Up, Sweet Girl

Lying in bed this morning
I looked over and watched my sweet Summit 
Stand up from the rug beside the bed
And amble to the door. 
Unfortunately, it was the one to the closet
And there she stood
Waiting, as if the world had closed off
But it did not matter    
And it may just open up again
If she stood there and waited. 

"Summit, Summit" I called
She turned around
And saw what she had not before  
That in the maze of the bedroom
There stood, on the other side
Another door.
Not seeming to think much about it
She wobbled, for this is how she now walks,
Straight through, to where she wanted to go
No more obstacles along the way.  

And I think sometimes this is how I feel
Looking straight ahead wondering and waiting

Not really thinking of another door.

So look up sweet girls (being Summit and me)

And look around too.

Don't wait too long when your way is blocked

For around the corner you might just find

A better way.

Last Week

Our week, last week,
Was quite a doozy.

There were hospitals
And vets
And allergic reactions
And accidents
And sickness
And loss.

We have been thankful
This week for quiet and rest
And for family and friends
Who take care and give comfort
For the weight that we've felt
Has been heavy.

So much comes to mind
At the end of trouble
Like how strange it is we
Can go through such drama
When others carry on,
Nothing has happened.
And I think that way
About the rest of the world
Those that are hungry
And sick and afraid.

Mostly we are dwelling
On how thankful we are
For each day of grace
We are given.
For change comes fast
In the blink of an eye
Quicker than I thought
Could be true.

And we are reminded
That God gives us protection
For we know what was bad
Could have been worse
And our blessings are
More than we knew.


P.S.  We are missing our poodle, Andy, who died unexpectedly.  And, as for the rest, we are feeling mostly recovered.

Tonight's Thoughts

I don't consider myself a poet,

I just write what comes into my head.

Choppy little sentences

Lazy with grammar

I wonder if I talk this way as well.

One sentence can take so long to construct

And a paragraph, hours,

But little words just put together

Give me just what I like

A little of this and a little of that.

Tonight though,

My thoughts are filled with things too big

To split up too little

And so I will leave them alone

Until tomorrow.

Thunder

It's one of those nights that the thunder is so loud and the lightening so bright and the rain is coming down so hard it is not easy to focus on anything else.  Part of me loves it, but I also have a constant shiver running down my spine that is spreading out to my limbs.  It will be okay when it is over, even though we went the whole summer without a storm.

As a child, I experienced very few thunder storms, but did not like them at all, wanting to sit up in bed and look out the window so that I could confirm the earth was not falling apart.  Then I went to Africa and experienced storms that left little question as to why people see weather as a sign from God.  If not from God, the only reason I understood in the Central African Republic is for someone who has had a curse put on them to be struck by lightening.

It's not hard to imagine all sorts of things on nights like these.  Tom just brought me a flashlight and should we lose lights, I can conjure up even more.  I think though, because I'm quite tired, that I will go now to bed and listen to the storm sounds and dream of childhood and Africa and being thankful that I am safe, happy and dry on this stormy night.