"...“if I could write my dream in a cloud..."

“If I could write my dream in a cloud, what would I write
I would be a singer,
and what would I sing,
maybe Audra Day”
‘We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise…
I'll rise up
Rise like the day
I'll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again’.(1)


1) Rise Up
-Audra Day
https://youtu.be/kNKu1uNBVkU

Excerpt - “What would I write this Fourth of July”,
Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta

https://glimpsepoetry.blogspot.com/2022/07/what-would-i-write-this-fourth-of-july.html

“… October maple…”

October Maple

The maple vibrant with orange, yellow , green and red colors, backdrop of October sky

Tree limbs reaching, 

Leaves of amber, crimson, auburn, lurid and scarlet to the bluest sky 

The day, so bright, the day he was born , gratitude so glad

God gives great pleasure this autumn birthday

Fallen leaves , a bright-colored resting place to lay and rest your head

A son, a brother, a friend, 

Memories surpass the imagination 

Pictures together, a collage, a photomontage that could fill a room

Back then no idea of the lively times ahead 

Nor the trimming and struggle for light in this life as crowded trees reach and grow and shade together 

Fleeting years and the October maple grows, cycle of life,

Seasons of maples, sugaring sap in the spring , winged seeds, leaves sprout then end with colorful rain

Tree limbs grow higher, shade and shelter 

Some limbs grow old, brittle and fall,

Shaded from the sun by taller trees beside,

Hope in the enduring ,

Remaining ones vibrant and reaching taller still

The air is filled with celebration and

the aroma of fresh baked apple and pumpkin pies, 

Ears filled with sound of laughter of young ones climbing the tree that generations climbed , 

Dreaming in the treetop, swaying

sails in the cool October breeze, 

Sailing to destinations unknown

“A to Z, Beginning to End, season boundaries, 

All the in between , lives bracketed”*

“Seasons will change, colors will fade

But I know that You remain”**

October Maple, 

Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

*Thought from Discipleship on the Edge, Darrell Johnson , Chapter  ‘Keeping Faith Under Pressure.

** You Remain (feat. Meredith Mauldin and Elyssa Smith) // Live - UPPERROOM

https://youtu.be/lFQU6NOgaCw

 

“…we were together…”

"we were together.
i forget the rest.” Walt Whitman

 "we were together.

i forget the rest."

-Walt Whitman

"...for the Joy..."

For The Joy

All my anxious thoughts -present, behind, and ahead

Mountain high to Valley Green

Wind and strife seek to define

Oh, but for the Joy set before,

Oh, for the joy set before Him he endured the cross

Amazing grace a distant sound 

often I forget the solid ground

Amazing mercies new each day

Seem covered by the clouds, dismay

Oh, but for the joy set before

Oh, for the joy set before he endured the cross

Daffodils and tulips new

Blossoms fall and green renewed

April snow may cover the seed

But flowers pierce the ground beneath

Oh, the joy set before

Oh, the joy set before him he endured the cross

When all seemed lost

Scattered hearts three days long

Early before the sun had risen

stone rolled away

in the garden His voice heard

his breath gave life

Disbelief’s hand to his pierced side

Later seen by many,

together, speaking, eating

Oh for the joy set before him

He endured the cross

Hope alive today, Victory sure

Death’s sting gone

Life forevermore

(For The Joy, Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta)

".. weathered... weathering..."

                            

You have each made my life so amazing, grateful, and full!
Weathered but looking ahead to great times!

“In my father's carved face, the bright eye
he sometimes would look out of, seeing a long way
through all the tree-rings of his history”
____

Weathering
by Alastair Reid

I am old enough now for a tree
once planted, knee high, to have grown to be
twenty times me,

and to have seen babies marry, and heroes grow deaf-
-
but that's enough meaning-of-life.
It's living through time we ought to be connoisseurs of.

From wearing a face all this time, I am made aware
of the maps faces are, of the inside wear and tear.
I take to faces that have come far.

In my father's carved face, the bright eye
he sometimes would look out of, seeing a long way
through all the tree-rings of his history

I am awed by how things weather: an oak mantel
in the house in Spain, fingered to a sheen,
the marks of hands leaned into the lintel,

the tokens in the drawer I sometimes touch -
a crystal lived-in on a trip, the watch
my father's wrist wore to a thin gold sandwich.

It is an equilibrium
that breasts the cresting seasons but still stays calm
and keeps warm. It deserves a good name.

Weathering. Patina, gloss, and whorl.
The trunk of the almond tree, gnarled but still fruitful.
Weathering is what I would like to do well.

from Weathering: Poems and Translations (Canongate,1978),

 © Alastair Reid 1978.

Weathered- Bethel Music

Weathered (Live)

Bethel Music, Dante Bowe & The McClures

After all that we've been through
Tell me how I'm supposed to function without You
You've seen my heart be worn and used
You didn't leave, instead You stayed and made me new

How sweet it is to trust You, Jesus
To know You, I mean really know You
Father, Son, and Holy Shepherd
A love so deep, it can't be measured
A love that's real
A love that's weathered

I could never count the times
You stayed faithful while my heart was compromised
You held me close each time I cried
When the last thing I deserved was sacrifice

How sweet it is to trust You, Jesus
To know You, I mean really know You
Father, Son, and Holy Shepherd
A love so deep it can't be measured
A love that's real, mm-mm
A love that's weathered

More than skin and bone can offer
You're consistent through and through
Other love's just imitations
It cannot compare to You
Deeper than infatuation
Than the rush of something new
This is soul inhabitation
You're in me and I'm in You

More than skin and bone can offer
You're consistent through and through
Other love's just imitations
It cannot compare to You
Deeper than infatuation
Than the rush of something new
This is soul inhabitation
You're in me and I'm in You, oh

How sweet it is to trust You, Jesus
To know You, I mean really know You
Father, Son, and Holy Shepherd
A love so deep, it can't be measured
A love that's real
A love that's weathered

A love that's weathered
A love that's weathered
Hey
Unconditional
Consistent, never changing
A love that's weathered

Oh, it calls you higher
He calls you higher
He can make you whole
Hey, He can heal the wounds
Oh, oh, He's not afraid
He's not afraid
Oh, it's a jealous love
He's always pursuing, always pursuing
He's not running away
He's tried and true

Oh, He's tried and true
It's a jealous love, it's a jealous love
Oh, He's jealous for us
He's not leaving you where He found you
He's calling you higher
He's not leaving you how He found you
Hey, oh, He's calling you higher
Come up here, come up now
Come up here, come up now
It's a love that calls you higher, oh, oh

This is the love of God
Always pursuing
He's never letting you go, no
He's not letting you go, hey
This is the love of God
It's always pursuing
He's not letting you go
Just hold on, He's not letting you go
Oh, yeah
Let it flow, let the love of God flow, hey

How sweet it is to trust You, Jesus
To know You, I mean really know You
Father, Son, and Holy Shepherd
A love so deep, it can't be measured
A love that's real
A love that's weathered, yeah