Breaktime Prattle: This is my Life

I’m sitting, chewing strawberry gum, lips smacking like a cow, in a most unattractive office on my break

Scabby, drab, upholstery-type wallpaper completely unadorned

File cabinets laden with various junk in plastic tubs and labeled card boxes

More supplies stacked up, a teetering tower in the corner

A feeble attempt at a half stocked coffee bar looking lonely

The page looking less blank now since I spat out the description of the little room that currently contains me

Glancing periodically at the timer on my phone

As the minutes of my freedom dwindle

And I must return to the cage I get paid to hulk around in

Until I can go home to the cage I much prefer

Where I am free again

Oh, pish posh

Maybe not

But home is at least closer

To heaven

Then this unsightly place

I’m guessing Jesus felt this way when he surveyed the stable ๐Ÿ˜€

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Yes, I took the feature picture and showed it to you even though it wasn’t worth taking or showing. I also wrote a poem about a very mundane moment in my life and maybe it wasn’t worth sharing. Posts come out when I feel like it. ๐Ÿ˜€ Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

The Hunt

The morning is still

And the sun is slow on the rise

And I can hear my neighbor’s handiwork calling me

I set out

Camera at the ready

To spy out little, pretty things

To capture them

If only for a moment

I kneel in the dewy grass or the damp dirt or on the cold concrete

Knees unconcerned at the discomfort or soiling

And twist my body this way and that

To get up close

To study

And take delight

In soft, vibrant petals, sweet green leaves, stalwart stems

In what my friends have so lovingly planted and tended to

I return home toting treasures

To share with you

All pictures here are taken by me on a stroll through my neighborhood this past Thursday morning, so they’re fresh. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Posts come out when I feel like it. ๐Ÿ˜€ Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Wispy Green Dreams

One blade of grass

Yellowed green and furrowed

Knife-edged

Poking up through the musky, mealy soil

Fine and thin and insubstantial

Hardly seems twould have the strength to stand at all

But it does so

With many other friendly, perky fellows

All swaying close together

Drenched in diamond drops of dew

Drying in the rising sun

Forming a dense rug

A cool, shadowed floor where all manner of tiny creatures roam and congregate

Forming a thick carpet

A soft, bristly landing for bare feet and picnic blankets strewn with fresh food and summertime treats

An open space where little ones play and shriek

A uniform field for soccer balls to float across

Where lovers lie in warm embrace

And dogs sniff, nose to ground, and bounce about

Let’s not forget the front lawn

That verdant welcome mat to grace the doors of our abodes

Something for us to shape and clip besides ourselves

A fresh patch of emerald bliss emanating peace

Pause and feast your eyes

Get a good whiff

Run your fingers cross the top to test out the texture

Wriggle and tickle your naked toes

What could be better

Take a moment in repose

To wonder at

The simple elegance

Of Grass

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The Snowshoe Fiasco

Note from the Author: All of the pictures in my post today, with the exception of the Pixabay snowshoe picture, are of the hike I was on courtesy of George Mach, an exceptional photographer and friend.

I went hiking in the mountains on Saturday. My friend invited me to hike Spreading Ridge on the Icefields Parkway, the majestic, mountainous road linking Lake Louise and Jasper. There would be seven of us. I was told to bring cleats and snowshoes, as there would still be snow. Temperatures would range from +5 ยฐC at the bottom to -5 ยฐC at the top. It was a two hour drive from Calgary and as we travelled North, the landscape looked gradually more wintery. I’ve never been a huge fan of winter, but in the last number of years, I’ve tried to embrace it more, as it’s an inescapable reality in Canada. Continue reading “The Snowshoe Fiasco”

Every Day is Grace

I woke up this morning

And greeted the gift

Of another day of life

With the only reasonable response

Gratitude

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The feature pic is Maligne Lake, Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada taken by yours truly. Footer is from Pixabay. Posts come out when I feel like it. ๐Ÿ˜€ Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

A Prayer for Ukraine

I woke and took up your word

And read about the gift you gave

The sacrifice you made to redeem the human race, an endless procession of hapless sinners

One man to save us all

And I stare stunned at the television

Watching war play out before the world

Like it’s just another blockbuster I’m bingeing on

Something to give me a jolt

To make me feel alive

Except it’s no screenplay playing out on my big screen

No calls of “It’s a wrap”, where cast and crew go off to celebrate what they’ve accomplished

While the set is dismantled

No, one man

A real live villain

An aggressive expansionist

A raging thug

Let his fury fly on his unsuspecting neighbors

Desecrating their doorsteps, businesses, and gathering places

With bullets and bombs

Displaying power, wreaking havoc, creating carnage, and inciting fear

And as people flee their homes, their homeland

Looking back in horror and disbelief

Looking forward to confusion and uncertainty

I remember the one man

Not the angry tyrant

But the gentle Saviour, the Almighty God, the Sovereign Lord

And I call out to Him

To explode light into the darkness

To bring the perpetrators to swift justice

To shatter the chaos with peace

To rain down provision and protection

To quell the suffering and grief with comfort, strength, and healing

I pray

It’s all I can do

It’s the best I can do

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Thanks for reading! The sunflower is the national flower of Ukraine. The feature pic is a combination and edit of a flower pic of mine with a praying hands from Pixabay. The footer is from Pixabay. Posts come out when I feel like it. ๐Ÿ˜€ Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com (images below) and my clothing design page on Le Galeriste. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Chocolate and Other Notions of Love

Love is not about chocolate
Though it’s a sweet for the soul
And the taste can bring on ecstasy
Love is not about perfume
Though it’s more heady and intoxicating than the finest, most costly scent when it’s new and all-consuming
Love is not about jewels
Though it’s the shiniest thing on earth
If it’s real and true
Love is not about presents
Though it’s about presence
About friendship, thoughtful attention, commitment, and often, sacrifice
Love is not about candlelight, heart-shaped pizzas, sumptuous meals, sentimental serenades, silky, lacy, racy, lingerie, romantic rendezvous, or rapturous intimacy
Though it may include all these things
It’s not a random, mushy, gushy feeling, but a patient, continuous choice
Real love abides in the raw and gritty
Real love stands firm in joy bubbling up and tumultuous trouble
Real love soldiers on through the mind-numbing mundane and the most wretched grief
Real love stays, affirms, celebrates, supports, serves, and forgives
Real love lasts
If you know this extraordinary love
You are blessed above all
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God will not Forget You

For my mother, Sharon Mayforth, in honour of Alzheimer’s Awareness Month.

You may continually misplace your keys

Misfile your favourite recipe

Drop a word or two or three

You may lose all track of time

Or lose your way on your way home

Or not recall you’ve told that story once or thrice before

You may forget to water plants, to feed the fish, or put on pants

Yes, there’s a chance you will forget to bathe or brush your teeth or comb your hair

But more than this, I’d be remiss, if I did not mention that amidst these small and trivial things, much greater matters will give way

You’ll lose your very sense of self, your independence, and your health

Confusion will become the order of the day

You’ll wander through your muddled mind and find the jumbled words and ghost of memories past do not express your needs and is there anyone who understands?

The biggest grief will come when you no longer recognize the ones you love

They will be strangers all

Before you think, if this befall you that you’ve been committed to some special sort of hell

And lose all hope and finally despair

I tell you

God will not forget you

He did knit you in your mother’s womb

He knows you as the artist knows each brushstroke and the finished piece

Your worth is not diminished by diminishing capacities

His love does not depend on you possessing all your faculties

No loss can separate you from the love of Christ

He’s carved you on His hands and feet

Though this may be your final trial

Please know that in a little while

You’ll be the blessed one to see Him face to face

And clarity will dawn

And you will rest in Him, confident that you will not forget again

No

God will not forget you

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Whipped Up

I’m not the center

The world doesnโ€™t stop for me

Doesnโ€™t stop spinning

Even when Iโ€™m dizzy and stumbling around

Desperate for a firm place to stand

It rotates mindlessly on in utter disregard for my confusion

It doesnโ€™t care when Iโ€™m in crisis

Every time I’m thrown off balance

Every moment I’m without my equilibrium

I can do one of two things

I can lie low and hurl and groan

And let my eyes roll into my head

And die a tiny death ad infinitum

A sure spiral down to an early grave

Or I can ask myself

Whether or not

My world needed

A little bit of shaking up

And hold on

And go for the ride of my life

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The Cry of Christmas

Christmas

For those of us who celebrate the Christ

Is about the incarnation

When the Creator Spirit, celestial, timeless and at liberty, willingly took up our calendar to be contained in soft, pink, fragile flesh on bony frame

When the Everlasting Unborn became the born to die

When the King of kings became a pauper with nothing else to offer but himself, born in a borrowed, smelly stable, wrapped in naught but strips of cloth

When the Almighty God became a weak and wriggling, ineffectual, helpless and dependent bundle crying out

When the Ancient and Omniscient, the Wise and Wondrous Counselor became the new, the innocent, the blank

When the Prince of Peace became the agitated, grasping after just a hand to hold or sip of milk

Inexplicable and curious

This most awkward and unlikely of transitions

Jesus letting go of every shred of sovereign rule and, even, dignity

To come here as a lowly kid

To save us

It makes sense

When He was grown, in ministry

He said we must become like little children

Or we would never see the kingdom

So the incarnation, as the rest of Jesusโ€™ life and death, was meant for us to imitate

We, too, must lay our power down

And look to God, the Father

Mouth agape and arms outstretched

Wearing nothing but our unapologetic need

Or we will never live the life that He intends

What might it mean for us to stop relying on our own inconsistent steam

And run on His immeasurable strength

And recognize that everything falls from His hand

The sustenance to travel through trials and miracles alike

Are we willing to miss out on this most amazing promise of abundant life

This priceless Christmas gift

To maintain our autonomy

Or do we take the risk 

And become a baby, too

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