Waiting

 Why don’t We have Paper Ballots?

Waiting 

Who?

 Who will Win the 2024 USA 🇺🇸 Presidential Election?

Who?

Tomorrow the work Begins Again

 

Tomorrow the work begins Again

The Politicians have offered their pitches and promises,
Tomorrow the work begins.

But, instead there will be a party, 
a celebration or consolation.

At the end, pumped up supporters will fall exhausted, 
down to the ground.


Win or lose, 
The Politicians, sleepless euphorics, still buzz with the vibration
of all their monetary adoration,
a compensation, a self affirming confirmation.

They kissed the babies and bad breathed housewives,
They courted supporters, promised away their lives,
Cut the tax, Raised awareness,
Fights for apple pie, Mom and fairness.

At the end of that long election day,
The politician breaks down, on his knees to pray,
Prays his promises will not be broken,
That his constituents mind be aptly spoken.

So do not forget your promise, politician though you are,
Tomorrow begins the work,
Again,
the end
so far,
so far.

Caturday

 

Halloween

 

Halloween

Easy to remember
Those days in late October
That scary day,
Costumes and play,
The truth obscured,
That creepy day.

Pumpkins carved with artful care,
Falling leaves everywhere,
Candied apples,
I close my eyes,
Go back in time,
My childish side.

Tomorrow all Saints come back to our plane.
Tonight the veil thinning again & again,
The veil so thin you can almost touch
Those who have gone before
So reach out if you must.

I Voted

 

Alone Together

The Ordinary Office 

Remembering 

I held Mom’s hand tightly as we walked a block to the First Presbyterian Church in Edwardsville, Illinois.

It was about 1965.

I was 6. 

I was always up for a new adventure,

Beyond the schoolyard we walked past.

Beyond the House we lived in. Parents and 7 siblings.

Sam was just born.

We were in the Peak of the Baby Boom.

No Technology, No Bic Pens, No Email, Internet, Cable TV.

We could hear the Birds.

We walked past Mr. and Mrs. Kuethe’s House, 

My self adopted Grandparents.

She peered out the kitchen window,

Telltale curtain wave.

The other homes shades pulled,

Sunday morning.

Workers rested.

The Pews were hard

The message muddy

The music filled me

The walls endlessly fascinating

My poor neighbors scrimped to put money in the plate that went around.

What Price Redemption?

The Pastor Friendly

Shaking hands with Each of Us

It was a Safe Place

We did this every Sunday,

Mom never had anyone to go with her.

I was always up for Church.

One day She told me She“owed” the Church,

Thus began My Understanding.

Mom said when I was born,

Number 5,

Their Money wasn’t enough to pay the bills.

They lost their House,

The one Dad stick built,

A beautiful forest home

I don’t remember.

Mom said they moved into 

My Childhood Home

And The Church gave them

Food, Milk for the Baby…

Me…

And some other donations.

Mom owed them.

In her Stoic Proud Stubborn Swedish Bohemian Manner,

She Felt she owed them.

I was 13 and took Confirmation classes.

Thinking again of debts to the Church,

This religion thing was Uncomfortable.

I told Mom I wanted to quit.

She asked me to get confirmed first.

After some back and forth,

I consented.

Never again would I go into a building of Worship

Except for Weddings and Funerals.

Then I noticed Dave Lucas on Twitter

He described his Church without Walls.

I can sit comfortably in my home and tune in

As often as I like, share, chat with others on Twitter.

My Husband and I are alone out here, where we like the quiet and woods.

I never want to leave.

Together with 

The Ordinary Office 

I am participating in Worship and Prayer with likeminded people all over the World.

Together.

Alone by Choice 

Together by the Grace of God.

Amen 

Not a fictional Movie

 

About 50% there

 Care and Maintenance of a blog

Requires some level of alertness, discipline, alternating with 

Insane and Baseless babbling 😎💃

Grok 2.0 helps Me Imagine.

I’m Still not 100%

 I usually post YouTube links on Friday.

I usually post every day at 5:30 EDST

I’ve been detained, sidelined by illness that snuck up on me.

On the mend.

Here’s a wonderful YouTube Video Link showing 

The Wonder, Skill and dedication to Music 🎶 

Roy Clark ❤️❤️❤️

Posting for my followers/

 Missed posting

Am in the hospital.

Tired and Alive.

Home soon, hopefully Tomorrow.