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Goldfinch & Seed

Picture taken by me, Katherine J. Krein, in my garden.

This Goldfinch found its pot of gold with tasty treats
Sprinkled in.
When the sunflower has lost its golden petals its seeds
Are revealed.
Black shells cover the seed, so shells are cracked and littered.
Sunflowers reliably leave behind seeds.
The following summer new sunflowers will arise from these.
They truly are a gardener's friend.
Goldfinches will reliably return 
To find their favorite food.
The brilliant sun continues to reward this golden bird.
The gardener is rewarded with glorious reseeding flowers.
The sunflower humbly follows the sun as it moves across the sky.

Mother’s Day

The breeze sweeps across the agate chime that spirals down.
Each earthly banded slice with variations of brown and amber
have been sliced from a mother stone.
The wooden crown has seven holes where seven strands 
of fishing line hang down, ending with one agate section.

This chime was a gift from my mother to me.
She brought it back from one of her far off travels.
Her travels ended with her death.
Now a distant memory.

Today on this Mother's Day the sun shining
through each translucent section, and
the sound of the striking agate stone brings
My mother briefly back to me.
I hope she rests in peace.
Though from knowing her, it is more likely
that she is still on the move.

Wefts in the Wind

The blue light cracked the line of my visual horizon.
It emanated an alarming signal of disruption.
A seal of protection had been breached.
This alarming image was seared into my consciousness.
The chaos that ensued spanned out over the years, 
An uncountable loss.
It shook the core of my sanity and every value
That had ever been instilled.
An unnamed enemy was on the loose.
My trust was dissolved and suspicion took its place.
This disruption changed everything about my world.
I keep looking back picking up stray memories
From my past, trying to piece together a puzzle.
When I look back many things do not make sense.
However, speculation can wind around and around,
Getting me no closer to the truth.
What I am left with is what I have chosen to believe.
I do believe that each new day will bring new opportunities
To explore. I still have hope and faith in the light
Within me that guides me forward.
Some thoughts are left unexplored, for I fear there 
will be things that I could not bare to know.
My trust has been badly broken, and I am slowly
Working on its repair.
I know that there are probably others like me,
And it is this thought that keeping me moving
FORWARD.

Bloodlines: the Divine Within

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Bloodlines walk the earth.
Words fill the pages of books.
Books line the walls and shelves of libraries.
If forgotten, they gather dust.
A repository of stories and ideas, waiting for discovery.

Bloodlines carry the code of life, called DNA.
DNA carries the divine essence of life.
God's code, the divine, was gifted to us all.
We each carry his light within us.

This is not meant to be blasphemous.
Some will read these words and be offended.
This is not my intention.
My vision of God holds our almighty father,
The Creator of mankind, as the most sacred thing we have.

God's ultimate sacrifice was that he also gifted us with choice.
Our choices make us who we are.

Some choose to ignore the sacred light within them,
While others embrace it and set forth to strengthen
Their communities, schools, churches, and medical facilities.
They know that to truly honor God, our father, they must
Often let go of their ego.

Honoring and respecting God can be done in the privacy of
One's heart or in the bright light of a cathedral.

No human can judge the godliness or honest faith of another.
Only our Creator, our Almighty Father, has this power.

ZOOM IN—ZOOM OUT

Micro versus Macro is a battle I fight frequently.
The curious me draws me into an online world
where I begin to explore new worlds.
 Esoteric subjects attract me and pull me along
into a deeper and deeper well of knowledge.
Finding the truth can be tricky.

My stomach saves me.
The grumble and rumble of hunger pulls me back
into my home environment.
Out the kitchen window a large hawk sits 
among the bare branches of a tulip tree.
Along the old wooden trellis under 
the old wild cherry trees a baby squirrel scampers.
My daughters calls to me, 
"When are you going to do my nails?"

The Micro surfing must stop.
My Macro world is calling out to me,
"You live here with your family."

The big picture is where I must live my life.
A mother's work must go on...

Divine Intervention

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If we stop and listen to our hearts, they will lead us.
If we do not take the time to listen, we could lose our direction.
An eye for an eye is not the road to peace.
Forgiving and letting go will let us move forward,
and bring us closer to a finish line rather than
an endless loop of angry repetition.

God does have hands. We might not always see them.
If we listen carefully, we might hear the rustle of the wind.
His hands are large. He sees a bigger picture that we cannot see.
He might not always answer our prayers in the way we want.

What we want is not always what we need.

I Shall Eat Cake

The last cake I made during this holiday break had to be thrown out.
It went bad before we ate even half.
We were too busy counting calories and saying "no" 
to ourselves.
On New Year's Eve I made a new cake.
This time I am making sure to eat one or two pieces a day,
...maybe more...
 I have decided that occasional hedonism is good for my soul.
This morning I had cake for breakfast.
I promise not to make it a permanent pattern.
I am taking my family's health into consideration
by eating most of it myself.
Back to work tomorrow.

I Won’t Stop Believin’

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Is this a rabbit or a hare?
Did you know that I can pull a rabbit from a hat?
To show you I will put one dove into the hat 
and wave my magic wand.
AB-RA-CA-DA-BRA...abracadabra...
One, then two, then three, and so on and so on..
Will arise and fly.
Do you believe me? 
Do you have faith in me?
It takes more than one to build a dream.  
Together we can make it real, a living breathing truth.

My hope is that we can build a kinder, safer
and more inclusive world in 2023.
It takes more than one to do this.
Have faith and do your research. 
Believe in yourself and believe in the "we".
There are many roads you can take 
that will lead you to the same destination.
Your dreams fulfilled!