Posts Tagged ‘Sisters’

Grandma’s Porch Swing

Though the picture is blurry, it is indeed the actual porch where Grandmommie planted thousands of seeds each year and enjoyed a colorful harvest growing all around that ol' porch swing.

GRANDMA’S PORCH SWING
Sitting on the porch swing down at Grandma’s house,
We push off from those old weathered floorboards.
High we go,
higher and higher my sis and I, till almost
our toes touch the ceiling.
Then back down, to push off once more.

The rusty hinge on the porch screen door squeaks out its raspy voice,
the spring twanging, like a taut bow as it releases an arrow.
We are on instant alert about approaching peril.
A grown-up will chide us and run us off the porch,
so we drag our feet, till the swing barely moves.

Grandma’s anxious face peers around the corner.
“Thought I heard a commotion out here. Ya’ll okay?
“We’re fine, Grandmommie.”
“Well, don’t ya’ll be taking that ol’ swing too high.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” we reply in perfect unison.

In that quiet lull as we sway back and forth, swatting an occasional sweat bee,
swinging like old people after a hard days work,
half-dozen or so hummingbirds appear
among the morning glories on the lattice at the edge of the porch.
We don’t move a muscle; we don’t even scratch our noses.
We stare unblinkingly at this great mystery of aviation.

The rusty hinge speaks out again.
The old screen door slams,
– a signal.
The hummingbirds move on,
and we, my sis and I
one more time
push off from those old weathered floorboards.

 

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Perfect Peace

“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.” Isaiah 26:3

     Today as I received one tidbit of sad, bad, and mad information; then another, then another….I wondered why I was so at peace.  Where was my typical hysteria?  Where was the worry that usually jumps me and wrestles me to the ground, pinning me in the first round?  Maybe I am growing some spiritual muscle in that area and God is getting the victory.  (Now maybe I will need to worry about what Satan has in store for me next).

     On a more serious note, some of that information regards my precious older sister, Karen.  She’s been in the hospital in Kentucky receiving her own tidbits of frightening information from her doctors, and I am in Florida, physically unable to go be by her bedside.  Yet, I have a quiet peace dwelling upon me.

     Father, thank You that you are near us and totally worthy of our trust in this situation today! And I ask that You take good care of Karen.  In Jesus name,  Amen.

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