deedeewisdom

“You are a fragile vessel”, my Self said to Myself
“You look like a smiling Buddha”

Yet inside where the shards of glass still linger
With a concerted effort to reglue

I wrote earlier “Enough is enough”

There are many voices that whisper, some yell, yet
The vessel seeks to greet the morning with one clear voice
That says

“Hello I am here…”

That is the enough speaking back to the enough

2014 Diane Findlen Garrow

The first dawn songbird
Easily shifted her rhythm
From an intro plus treble
To an intro plus double
With such ease…

It is glorious to behold God’s creation
In all its wonders…

Diane Findlen Garrow 8/4/24

Deep within the branches
A world of motion lives
Barely to be noticed
Until the branch
It gives

Gives itself to motion
Gives itself to sway
Oh, I see them!
Glory!
The birds return this day

Return with song and flutter
Return with chirps and play
Our Spring and Summer overflow

God’s dear feathered loved ones
Cheering us this day!

Early morn
Great mystery abounds

Pale blue sky
And barely pink streaks
In the clouds

Not a leaf quivering
Birds gently
Pronounce their presence

Late September
Maple leaves
Like patches of gold
Perfectly still

Not quite chilly

The Almighty has created

The perfect Autumn landscape

Diane Findlen Garrow

9/30/24

The Almighty
Has created
The perfect
Autumn landscape

As I gaze upon its form
I cannot help but think:
Of all the souls who sat and rocked
Caressing their babes
And praying in sync

With those they loved
With souls they’d lost
Through the years
On this restful chair
They sat and rocked through all the tears
Knowing the sun would appear!

I got the rocker second hand
Tis a treasure for me now
Its presence in our home reminds
That life is short
And so profound

So sit a spell
Enjoy its feel
The back and forth will soothe
Life’s pains and burrs and sudden jars
Life never always smooth

So say a prayer of thanks to God
Abundant gifts He gives.
Stay the course.
Never doubt
And let the grace of God abound!

“Isn’t it wonderful to be alive?”
I heard my beloved say
Such a joyful theme as we opened our eyes
On this misty quiet day

In the evening of life
We’re given gifts
We “see” as never before

With eyes that can focus
So, so much
On the things we missed before!

So may this reflection
Shed some light
On the beauty of our latter years

Our eyes are opened
To see God’s Grace
In dimensions that
Once were a blur!

4/30/23
Diane Findlen Garrow

Mist rising
Yet an almost frost
The reds and yellows bounce
The sunlight illumines the November oaks

Glorious!

Raking the leaves a great work out
No gym today
My beloved and I
In sync
the birds at the feeder
Watch as they flutter around us

God is in TODAY
as YESTERDAY
as TOMORROW

Yet in today
Is the grace

Our prayer is to be here
Totally
Absorbing the Divine
And praying
“VOTA TUA
ET NON VOTA MEA”

AMEN

Many walks over many paths
Leading to those who are gone
Many words said to many hearts
Expressing our faith in the hope of each morn

One of the walks with my cherished friend
Through a labyrinth of goodbyes
Brought us so close to our soldiers gone
That tears overwhelmed our eyes

We saw their names engraved on plaques
Our brothers gone too soon
We offered prayers, who knew their fears?
Their absence we now mourn

My friend and I reached out to them
Brave brothers lost to war
In gratitude for their beliefs
Now we honor them, it was their last tour

Written 12/22/15 in reference to walking amongst the
tombstones of our high school friends lost in the Vietnam war

Each day I wake
And gaze upon
Our yard now full
Of Spring

My hubby rakes and hoes
Each day
To help the earth to bring

To help the soil bring forth
Its blooms
To help the earthworms work
He’s there, a midwife
To our yard
with never a negative shard

So I walk softly
Sometimes help
But often cannot do

I’m his companion
At his side
To help him
With a smile

Musings of gardening with Charlie 2022

My cheerleader sits
Her face reveals the suffering
That she endures silently

The face of a fighter
She always fought for me
Her little sister

She was the cheerleader
in my life
Always had my back

Now I strive to have
Just a tiny bit of her courage
To help her
Climb this tedious path

For this is her most
Important journey
I know my cheerleader is strong
vigilant
Faith filled
Loving
Enduring

Now full of the grace
She needs to enter
The place of rest
With Jesus, her Lord

Written as I sat at her bedside in her final days