12 Sunday May 2013
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Why do we make such a fuss over Mother’s Day?
Flowers, cards, chocolates and stuff
Aargh!
We idolize mothers too much!
Are they all the paragons of virtue we make them out to be?
For every good one, a bad one exists
So let’s not make too much of this
If you have a mum who’s good and true
Don’t wait for Mother’s Day to say
I love you!
10 Friday May 2013
Posted in Musings, The Ones I Forgot
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The flowers in my garden are blossoming now
Pink ixora buds and scarlet azaleas peek out from among the clump of potted plants
Blue pea blossoms hang from the fence
Where my Raintree bends over to kiss the sun
It was on a beautiful day such as this
You left us quietly in your sleep
My sisters wept
Mother is gone
But I had no teardrops to give
My sorrow was bitter-sweet
Time has blurred the memories
But not the grief
Of things said, unsaid
Of love withheld, rejected
On the altar to Mothers
I bring no roses, only this
Copyrights: Florence Keh 10 May 2013.
07 Tuesday May 2013
Posted in The Ones I Forgot
I know this sounds a little silly
To step into a fabric shop
And think
“Isn’t God creative?”
We know He is
There isn’t any doubt
Just look at nature’s glorious wonders
The morning star and the universe
The willowy weed and the ravishing rose
Yet in that fabric shop
I still found God
The sumptuous rolls of silk, velvet and lace
All tell me one thing
(Even as I was tempted to buy up everything!)
That we are truly created
In His wonderful image
For how else could we think up
Such beautiful things?
The hand of the painter, the eye of the artist, the skills of the weaver, and the vision of the maker
Are all found in one source – our God – the fount of all creation!
Copyrights: Florence Keh 7 May 2013-05-06
01 Wednesday May 2013
Posted in Garden Views, Musings
It was a month ago since I last visited my blue peas. Yet they greeted me with joy.
Swaying tendrils and hanging blooms tell me they are happy there, in their quiet corner of the world, undisturbed.
The weeds join them in upturned praise of the One who gave them life. Their tiny nubby flower heads smiled shyly, pleading with this human form not to uproot them from their domicile.
So I left them all untouched, for how could I have the heart to pull them out – these plants that I did not plant, whose life I could not end with just a tug and pull, just so that the narrow strip of garden path is cleared for my ungainly feet.
They seemed to know my unspoken thoughts for I was sure I saw them do a little dance of gratitude – or maybe it was the bright sunlight, the sudden gentle gust of wind or my own fanciful thought delighting in my magnanimity.
Oh Lord, how vain is your creation, man, who thinks too much of himself that a little act of kindness becomes a big, fat pat on the back as if deserving of a hero’s medal.
Copyrights: Florence Keh 1 May 2013
30 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Encounters
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christianity, Faith that moves mountains, God's love, NaPoWriMo, Poem, Prayers for children, whispered prayer
I whispered a prayer
And sent it on angel’s wings
It flies
Sure and strong
To reach the throne of my God and King
Who hears it loud and clear
As heaven reverberates
With the sound
My whispered prayer
The mountains move
And the seas part
The valleys rise
And the desert rains fall
The waters from thin rivulets grow
Into rivers full
And life stirs anew
A thousand blooms and butterflies
Dance bright in the sweetness of the new dawn
I see my children smile
And I know all is well
All because of a winged prayer
Whispered
To my God and King
Copyrights” Florence Keh 30 April 2013
24 Wednesday Apr 2013
Posted in Musings
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Age, christianity, God's gifts, ice-cream, NaPoWriMo, Poem, Wisdom
We grow old, we grow old
Even as we sleep and eat
We grow old, we grow old
Is this all there is to it?
Whether we stand or sit,
Laugh and dance or cry and weep
We grow old, we grow old
Is this all there is to it?
Yesterday I was a little child
Eating ice-cream from a cone
Caramel fudge and chocolate chip
Sticky dribble down my chin
Today I am oh so old
Still eating ice-cream from a cone
Strawberry cream and vanilla bean
Sticky dribble down my chin
Is this all there is to it?
It is generally believed that with age, one becomes wiser. Perhaps so. Life’s experiences may have taught us to be less hasty with our judgement, to be more reflective in our thinking and to be more gracious in our actions. But age does not make one truly wise. The only true wisdom comes from God:
“And the spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD.”Isaiah 11:2Copyrights : Florence Keh 24 April 2013
18 Thursday Apr 2013
Posted in Encounters
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Addiction, Chips, Comfort food, Humour, NaPoWriMo, Parting, Poem, weight issues
“Buy me, eat me
It’s only one bag, low salt, low fat!”
Who can resist a line like that?
So I grabbed me one and squashed it in my shopping bag!
Dear Chips,
See what you’ve done
The saddlebags have grown a ton
Around my waist they weigh me down
I cannot fit into my dress
A new wardrobe is what I need
That is the saddest thing to do
The upsize change to all things new!
So Chips,
I now tell you
I cannot live this way no more
I cannot hold you in my arms each night
Enjoy each delicious yummy bite
Dig deep into the bag of sin
Until I reach the final scene
And the telly bids me adieu, goodnight!
Oh Chips,
Despite the dopamine high
It’s now time to say goodbye!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
The dear old Bard did say
But if we don’t
Then woe betide
A fat, old frump will I be
As if the wrinkles and the lines
Aren’t enough to make me cry!
Dear Chips,
I thank you for the times
You comforted me
The days I chomped my way
Through bags of crinkly, crackly
Salted, seasoned spuds, slivered, sliced
Oh what a delight!
Now before my resistance fails
This must really be
The last goodbye!
Copyrights: Florence Keh 18 April 2013
17 Wednesday Apr 2013
Posted in Encounters
They were running to the finishing line
To cheers,
A race of endurance
Deserving applause,
In an instant
Turned deathly dark.
In the exploding fireballs
Evil laughed
Mocking life
But in the mayhem,
Love
Reigned
Comforting, caring.
Though it would not seem so
At first glance
To see
In this tragedy
The victims of terror
Sprawled helpless, lifeless
On the tarmac
Burnt flesh, torn limbs
Evil is still defeated.
Whatever carnage invoked
Is the rampage of a defeated foe
Because Christ has broken its force
At the cross
My heartfelt condolences and prayers go out to all the innocent victims of the Boston tragedy. It is an evil thing that has been done – but in God we still trust, for we must, as only He can bring hope and a way out .
Copyrights: Florence Keh 17 April 2013
15 Monday Apr 2013
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coffee, expectation, life, meaning, Monday blues, NaPoWriMo, Poem, Prufrock, rat race
Mondays are oh-so-blue for those of us still punching the week-day clock. I know that as a Christian, my work should be my joy if I work unto Christ. Still, being human, Mondays do get to me too – especially this Monday. As I sat through a meeting and observed the inane goings-on, that awful feeling of being trapped in a sewer hole came over me. Gosh, we are like trapped rats, scurrying here and there in the cess pool of life!
Thankfully, before that feeling completely overwhelmed me, someone said, ‘Coffee’s here!’ The intoxicating brew was most welcome and jolted me back to reality. Rats, mice or men – God understands and has already opened a way of escape through His Son. (John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.)
“The coffee grinds …
Our morning brew
An endless ritual
Of the same
Poured out thick
In china cups.
Across the table
We sit and stare
At soggy toast and dried-up jam.
The neighbour’s car toots out a honk
An angry, impatient sound
Someone has double parked
And now he can’t get out.
Like most of us
He is right dead stuck
In the cog of life
That turns and churns
In unceasing circles rounds.
When joy is pegged to the dollar price
Measured out in soiled bank notes
After a slavish week
To the money god we surrender
No resistance there.
As we yield exhausted souls
Too weakly willed to combat
We drag tired feet and weary bones
For the coffee grinds
Our morning brew
Bitter sweet
Strong or weak
Our antidote to the Monday blues.”
Copyrights: Florence Keh 16 April 2013-04-15
12 Friday Apr 2013
Posted in Encounters, Musings
Let me love you Lord
Like the shadow of an eagle
Following where it flies
To the mountain high
Where the winds meet the clouds
And the sun shines light
On the snowy peaks
Where the edelweiss grows
Silvery white…
Let me love you Lord
Like the shadow of an eagle
Following where it flies
Over the desert wide
Where the coyotes roam
In the dusky twilight
And the stars burn bright
Across the cimmerian night
A heavenly guide …
Let me love you Lord
Like the shadow of an eagle
Following where it flies
Into the forest deep
The primordial fount
Of all life and forms
That crawl and creep
On the face of earth
A canopy rich …
Let me love you Lord
Like the shadow of an eagle
Following where it flies
For under your wings
Is where it is best to be
Copyrights: Florence Keh 12 April 2013
Psalm 91: 1 – 7
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
