Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Trusting God!

It has been hot and humid today to finish the month of August. It is hard to believe that tomorrow is the first day of September, where has the summer gone. Fall is right around the corner, then winter.

I saw something today that was totally out of place. I was driving by the woods next to our farm and I saw a two week old fawn standing there. The reason it was out of place is because it is three months late being born. The chances of it surviving the winter are very slim indeed. But the fawn doesn't know that he is in trouble; he will trust his mother and take it a day at a time.

How often we find ourselves in situations that seem there is no way out. Like the fawn we can't do anything about it. But, like the fawn we can trust, either a friend or family member. If no one can help we can turn to the one who is always ready to help and trust Him. It is the one we should have turned to right from the beginning. Trusting God usually is last on our list, when it should have been the first.

As for the fawn, who knows, he may well survive the winter and become a great buck one day.

May God bless,

The Old Farmer

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Celtic Woman, "Thank You".

In my youth I dreamed of becoming a great writer, lighting the fires of emotion with beautiful poems and inspiring stories. But life takes a toll and you wake up one morning and realize life is fleeting and the years have passed by. But the dreams of youth are never far away if you are blessed with a heart that stays young, and mine is. I am still reaching for my dreams. 

I have put together the few poems that I have written over the years and added a great many more. They are now in my book, "The Old Corner Post", recently updated. I have also started writing a book that I have longed dreamed of doing. There are times when writing is very hard the words and thoughts refuse to come, "writers block". That is when I need inspiration and it comes in the form of music delivered by the group, Celtic Woman. These ladies have a way of lifting you and giving hope along with inspiration. I first heard them about a year ago and I am so glad that I did. I wrote a poem trying in a humble way to say thank you. They are the greatest, thank you again beautiful ladies.

Irish Choir and Bow

They sing and I delight,
My heart jumps with their voices, melody lingers.
They sing and I write,
As moon beams collect on the tips of my fingers.

They sing and I dream,
My mind swirls with a perfect cadence tome.
They sing and I beam,
As creativity rises high then settles softly home.

They sing and I admire,
Their beauty as it caresses each wondrous note.
They sing and I aspire,
To give the world the greatest story ever wrote.

They sing and I cry,
As I bring great emotion to the written word.
They sing and I try,
To echo their goodness in stories never heard.

They sing and I hear,
The vibrating strings of one of sweetness.
They sing and I cheer,
The musical bow of beauty’s completeness.

They sing and I live,
Because they offer hope to lift and inspire.
They sing and I give,
Thank you beautiful ladies the perfect Irish choir.

By Theodore A. Cline (With a grateful heart.)