DESERT VIEW

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Slow gentle-kissed                                                                    Tall golden grasses                                                                    idly bow to and fro                                                                      To sweet desert breezes                                                          they have come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

Triumphant

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I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark.  I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance.  How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps”  I LOVE you so very much my dear son. 

As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully

Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell

Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?

Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so

Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!

For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

Desert Repast

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Here in Las Cruces the morning dawned wide and silver bright.  The sun was hidden behind clouds trying to peer through.  The sun’s rays instead of a golden yellow were platinum silver and  were spreading this majestic hue everywhere I looked.  Soon the clouds began to build dark as though sketched in charcoal.  All of a sudden the sky opened up pouring out a delightful light shower of rain drops to quench the parched earth.  With a week of mild to warmish temperatures here in our waterless southwest this moisture repast was gladly received by our desert landscape.  The rain though gentle and not the torrential downpour that comes in the springtime did not last very long but was joyfully taken in by every bush, the dry grasses and of course the ever present weeds.  When day after day of bright sunshine is what we are given here in our desert home and the dry vegetation wonders where the next drink is coming from this wonderful silver morning of rain was a welcome gift.

FINCH MERRY-GO-ROUND

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Today while looking out the window I saw the most joyful sight.  The wind was gently blowing the fans on the ceiling of the patio roof.  As one fan merrily twirled round I saw two tiny finches sitting and catching a ride on the fan’s blades.  The desert wind was first blowing from the east lazily turning the fan in one direction.  Then the wind blew from the southwest and the fan turned in the reverse direction.

I sat in my chair, eyes glued to the view I saw through the kitchen windows.  The finches sat perched on the blades enjoying their ride.  I swear I could see them smiling.  Well, at the very least I’m sure I saw a twinkle in their eyes.

The little birds sat there not wanting to leave.  These finches looked so relaxed as they rode around.  I knew I had to get up from my chair and attend to some chores but, instead I also sat there not wanting to leave this sight I was privileged to be a part of.  I decided that I would sit there in pure joy, let the chores wait, and feel the happiness these two little birds were sharing with me.