We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Madame de Stael, French-Swiss author
Those fortunate enough to have both their parents living can’t know how difficult life can be without them.
Nobody ever told me how many problems there are that perplex, problems a deceased parent certainly would have known the answers to.
When temperatures finally climb above the freezing mark
And the sun shines brightly in the winter sky above,
Icicles hanging from the eaves of most houses
Begin to melt and drip in tapering shapes.
And gradually the warmth turns ice
Into cold water that’s destined
To refreeze overnight until
The same thing happens
The very next day, and
Eventually, drip by
Drip, the entire
In a pool
P.S. Poetic form is a Shape Poem.
You can hope for a miracle in your life, or you can realize that your life is the miracle. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Today begins the annual National Prayer Vigil for Life, held in Washington, D.C., seeking an end to abortion and a greater respect for Life.
Now, I don’t normally get “preachy” in my posts, but something tells me that even pro-choice advocates can’t argue that Life is a treasure.
Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go. ~William Feather, American publisher and author
The servant appeared with a bag of food.
Food that looked tempting and awfully good.
Good it was cold outside and she hurried back in.
In a flash I raced up the pole and considered my win.
When I figure out how, I’m going to have a fine meal.
Meal of seeds I’ve earned through my zeal.
Zeal for things meant for others, that’s a fact.
Fact is, they share now or later I’ll attack!
Attract birds, you thought. What a waste of time.
Time better spent penning your book or a rhyme.
Rhyme this, silly servant, and just watch me succeed.
Succeed at getting from this slick pole to your seed!
P.S. Poetic form is Chain Verse.
I wonder whether other small business people — say, electricians or wedding planners — find themselves dealing with a potential Disaster Client.
Someone like Jackie (name changed to protect the guilty!).
“Google has detected that your site has been hacked by a third party who created malicious content on some of your pages.”
This was the message I received around Thanksgiving that sent me into a tailspin.