Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Of Poems and Links

Alrighty, my dear readers! I have stayed away from the blog long enough! Here's the poem of the day, and below that, a lovely link to an adorable blog!

When Pigs Fly

When pigs fly,
You and I -
Shall be together.

When fish breathe,
We shall leave and cleave -
Through all the stormy weather.

There's a place with two Sundays in a row,
Where July has its weekly snow,
And in winter, hills grow heather.

But all I know,
Is there's a yes and a no,
And that Love is an always -
Or a never.

And now for the link:

Friday, July 16, 2010

In A Hole In The Ground...

There might live a hobbit.

"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone," said Gandalf.

"I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!" said Bilbo.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

My Brother

My brother is turning sixteen tomorrow.

That is to say, he will turn sixteen around 12:30 am. He's that kind of boy. Random from the start.

Of course, he won't be a boy anymore. At least, according to American culture, he will be a man.

A fact that I delight and mourn.

I delight in it, because he will indeed be a man. A good, godly man that will one day make a wonderful husband for a lucky, lovely girl. He will be a man, from his dark brown hair and steel blue eyes down to his enormous big feet. One with a big, wide smile and a tender love for our mother, whom he hugs on a daily basis.

I mourn in it, for at the tick of that minute hand of the clock, he is no longer the little boy running about with his toys. He no longer stands up to my waist, but towers over me like a skyscraper over a Woolworth's store. His soprano voice is now a booming tenor. And soon, undoubtedly, he will be going to driving school and learn to drive much better than his older sister.

My little brother is growing up.

Whether I want him to or not.

But there is naught to be concerned. Although he can no longer jump on his bed without hitting his head on the ceiling, or fit himself into the dryer (an inside family joke), he will always be my little brother. And as his elder sister, I will have the joy of watching him grow more and more, until he becomes the man God means for him to be.

And I will stand there, and watch it all with a smile on my face.

Happy Birthday, Boo. I love you.

An Update

May I begin by saying two little words:

Oh, my.

It feels as though it has been ages since I has tapped a message onto this blog. I need only to look a little at my past posts to have mixed feelings at what I have written. One is that of a nagging feeling to return to my posts. Another is that of surprise at how incredibly self-centered my writings have been.

I am quite sorry to say, that I have not lived up to aspiring to be a Maiden of God. And for that, my dear readers (for any who still lurk upon this dusty web page), I apologize. I hope to come up with a new title that may still convey the same aspiration to pursuing God, while at the same time, not being over-the-top in a grandiose way.

So in that sense, allow me to (hopefully) add more recent posts to this blog. Ones that will try to be more humble, less boasting, and joyful and faithful to God's Word. I cannot say that my posts will succeed to such, so I ask, dear readers, that you will have patience with me, as God has had with all of us so many times.

In Christ Alone!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Today's My Birthday!

You heard it right.....I won't tell you how old I am, but let's just say the song, "I Saw Her Standing There," doesn't apply to me anymore.

Mom and I will be heading to the bakery for breakfast, then off to the garden store for shopping, then off to spend some spare meullah (money).  It will be lovely, and I will tell you all about the party on Sunday.

One more hint about my age: I'll be going to register for something.  This is the first day I can legally register to do it.

Soli Deo Gloria

Friday, March 20, 2009

First Day of Spring

In honor of the first day of spring, I will post a spring poem

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Soli Deo Gloria

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Curious Case of the Rabbit in the Yard

Paul saw it first this morning. A fluffy, brown rabbit with a little white cotton tail. The adorable kind you see hopping about in your yard. It lay on the ground in a heap.

And it wasn't moving.

That's right, we found a dead rabbit in our front yard.


Nobody knows how the "murder" occurred, or who did it, but I have a strong feeling that Dicey, the stray cat that comes around to our house, had something to do with it.

Why do I think that?

Because Dicey sat on the trashbag that Paul covered the body with; when we got home, the bag had blown off (or taken off?), and Dicey was coming from our neighbor's house, licking her chops. And as I was writing this post, she was in the yard having a wee little snack.

Ugh. Disgusting.

Anywho, this morning, Mom and I joked about the rabbit being named Peter, so after Paul taped a clean white trashbag over it, I taped a note on it witht this writing:

Here Lies
Peter Rabbit
Mauled By Dicey the Cat

A bit of wry humor there.

We don't really know if Dicey was the culprit. We don't have any foxes (although we do have fields outside of the neighborhood). Then again, I never knew we had opossums either. No owls, as far as I have seen, so it's quite a mystery. I guess you could call it, "Who Killed Roger Rabbit?" LOL


You know you live in the suburbs when you get all excited over a dead rabbit in your yard. Especially when you think your neighbor's cat did it.

I really need to get out more.

Frickasee bunny, anyone?