The Rhyme of the Ancient Heron-er

A heron stood in silence, as a witness on the shore;

He had seen this strange scenario unfold one time before.

It happened on a sunny day, back in the month of June ~

The human male who drove the boat was laughing like a loon

As he flung his flailing sister, (an aging former lass),

Up and down the alley that the humans call Stump Pass.

She was on a yellow tube, and about to be disgraced;

He was at the helm and drove the boat as if in haste

To expose her vulnerability and her ineptitude;

To force her to acknowledge her great decrepitude.

But though he tried to throw her off, as he increased his speed,

His efforts simply came to naught, for he did not succeed.

Instead of flying off the tube, like a pancake off a griddle,

His sister simply got sucked down, right through that old tube's middle.

And now the heron wondered why she'd come back here in September;

If not her brains, her bones, it seems, would cause her to remember

What even an old heron knows, and fully understands ~

That she was putting life and limb into her brother's hands.

And so it was, the brother now revealed a manic grin

As he prepared to take her on a catastrophic spin.

The sister smirked because she'd learned some tips from brother's wife,

And this time she'd out-smart him if he tried to take her life!

And so the merriment began, in earnest, one more time;

The sister rode the tube and looked like she was in her prime!

But her brother was determined to succeed, whate'er the cost.

He drove that boat and laughed as if his mind was truly lost.

With his skill and expertise, and a will to overwhelm,

His sister was a gone-er, with her brother at the helm!

The heron heard the engine roar and saw the speeding craft;

A sinister intent was there, as the crazy brother laughed.

The boat spun left, the boat spun right, the tube was building speed

And the omen was a bad one ~ should the heron intercede?

For the tube was whipping wildly and the heron stood aghast,

Believing that the sister, this time, would breathe her last.

The brother's glee was evident, as he made his final turn;

The heron's face was ashen, as he showed his deep concern.

The rope was taut, the tube was hot, it slid into a swing

That sent the sister upside down, in an acrobatic fling.

Her head was buried in the muck, her torso convoluted;

She twisted like a pretzel, as her brother laughed and hooted.

Then all they heard was silence, and the heron felt such dread

For he thought the sister stood no chance and surely, now, was dead.

Another boat pulled up to her, before her brother claimed her,

And they were heard to say aloud that her brother's prank had maimed her!

But she emerged and stood there dazed, as her brother pulled beside her ~

The heron, though, was quite amazed that this aging, tubing, rider

Had survived her brother's antics without a broken limb;

She had risen from the water ~ and simply glared at him.

And so the sister got back in that boat and rode away,

And the heron heard their laughter, which brightened up his day.

But still, he's left to ponder in his little heron brain

Why some humans show their love

By inflicting aches and pain!

Innocent-looking Brother, Dave

with wife, Janet, who chastised him.

Poem Written 14 September 2011
by Linda Moser Winebrenner (at age sixty-three)
after surviving a Labor Day near-death experience at the hands of my brother

Written Six Days After 9/11

It began like any Tuesday for ten thousand precious souls,

With a quick good-bye to loved ones, as they faced their daily goals.

Some boarded planes, while others rode the elevators high,

And each one had a special view of that early morning sky.

But they had no indication that this day would ever be

Much different than the others, and none of them could see

How a simple Tuesday morning could be any other way ~

For a nation rose believing it was just another day.

It wasn't that we felt immune, but our nation seemed secure;

Who among us woke believing that such evil could occur?

We'd seen the awful face of war, we knew its gravity,

But how could we prepare our hearts for such depravity?

We weren't naive, but we believed, in spite of quarrels and strife,

That every nation not at war still valued human life.

Before that terrifying day how could we realize

That hearts devoid of conscience could abominate our skies?

We learned a costly lesson on that Day of Devastation,

When evil stepped inside a plane and commandeered a nation.

We watched, aghast, in disbelief ~ could these events be real?

But we saw the fires raging, we beheld the melting steel.

We learned our nation's Capitol was vulnerable that day;

We learned our mighty Pentagon was even easy prey.

Would we safe within our land?  How could we even know,

If even military's high command was dealt this mighty blow?

The questions go unanswered as they're asked across our land ~

Perhaps it's just too soon to even hope to understand.

But, as the rain falls on Manhattan, and our nation weeps its tears,

A half-forgotten old refrain falls on our nation's ears.

It began as just a whisper, then it spread from shore to shore,

Just an old refrain, not fashionable to sing much any more.

Yet the simple words were echoed from the East Coast to the West,

Sung by simple working men and by businessmen well-dressed.

Across the oceans of the world the precious words were heard,

As our nation taught its children every line and every word.

As our nation's leaders led us while we sang that old refrain,

We cried, "God Bless America," in voices etched with pain.

And as we rise up from the ashes on an eagle's broken wings,

The world has stopped to listen as a battered nations sings.

And the world will be our witness, as they watch us from abroad,

That when terror struck this nation...we turned our hearts to God.

Linda Moser Winebrenner

17 September 2001

Written six days after 9/11, then I was honored

to have it published in the "Clay Today", our local paper

Breakfast and Tea Prepared for me...

Just a favorite memory of mine.

Granddaughter Jessi came to visit in December of 2009

and one morning she brought a wonderful breakfast to me 
while I was still in bed.

Menu:  Strawberries, Toast, Little Smokies & 
Constant Comment Tea.

My own grandmother's lamp lit my morning;

the teapot was a Mother's Day gift 
from daughter Carla and Greg;

the tea was friend Elizabeth's special blend, shared with me.

A photo I took of Jessi and Aly is in an old frame.

The teacup was a vintage find.

All these treasures, and the love they represent,

sitting on the bedside table my husband, Allen, made for me.

To this day, I remain grateful for that sweet morning.

Reflections on Cheating myself

 

Sometimes I think I cheat myself out of the manifold blessings

an ordinary day can hold.

The means by which I am able to cheat myself are varied,

but might include:

• Not seeking God's presence
• Refusing His admonition to "pursue peace"
• Not seeking silence and its riches
• Not getting outside where my soul must acknowledge His power, revealed in the wind, the waves, the endless wonder
• Having a spirit of ingratitude 
• Not accepting others as they are, as I, myself, wish to be accepted

It helps to be aware of my proclivity for robbing myself.
It helps when I humbly ask the Creator to "teach me what I do not see." (Job 34:32)  For only then do I begin to comprehend that sometimes His blessings require my active participation, as I am asked to seek, to recognize, to acknowledge, to pursue, to pray, to accept, to receive ~ and lastly, and perhaps most importantly, to be grateful...

A Day at the Creek in Roebuck, South Carolina on 5 August 2011

I don't quite know what it was about these temporarily abandoned Barbie dolls

that struck me and made me take a photo of them.

Aly and I were going to the creek with her Mom, Carla, 

with my Mom, "Nana", and with Joey and Megan.

Before we left the house, Aly brought out her two dolls, sans clothing, to accompany us.

I mentioned that I thought they were not properly dressed for the excursion

but, alas, she had no bathing suits for them.

I told her to find some tape and we each created stunningly designed (don't you think)

swimming attire for them.

One of many things I love about my daughter, Carla, is how she does things

with her children that I used to do as a child in the 1950's.

Simple things, family frolics, reading, playing cards and board games, playing outside.

She really makes the effort, in this technological era.

Free Serenity

Carla and Mom ~ Granddaughter & Grandmother

relaxing on the creek bank

Joey off on a "boy~thing" adventure at the creek

Sammie and Megan, off on their own adventure

My Fascination is Never-Ending

An Egret Checking Out His World

God's Imagination Is Endlessly Amazing

These Two Looked a Little Eccentric, However

He Was Elegant-Looking

And This One Was Stylin'

Photos Taken at Flamingo Lake - Jacksonville, Florida
and at
Sarasota Jungle Gardens - Sarasota, Florida
June and July 2011
(Oddly enough, the egret photo was taken at Flamingo Lake, but not the flamingo shots)

Someone is Thinking of You Today

Someone is thinking of you today

and praying you will find strength and peace.

Dear You ~

I've wanted to write for days, but I've been afraid 

to trust my thoughts to paper.

What encouragement or comfort would I be able to offer?

In moments when dreams seem shattered

and relationships appear broken,

what words of mine wouldn't wound you more,

or sound like advice,

or feel like salt being rubbed in a wound?

You know I have saved quotes since I was in my twenties,

and so I choose today to send you the thoughts of others;

thoughts that encouraged me in moments when I felt broken.

If even one encourages you or gives you hope,

cling to it until you no longer need it.

That day will come.

And please, always remember 

that someone cares very deeply about you.

Actually, there are more of us 

than perhaps you can see at the moment.

"God give me strength to accept a fact

though it slay me."

Thomas Huxley

"You are tougher than you think.

All the strength you'll ever need 

to handle anything is within you now.

It was put there by your Creator, 

who knew very well what you would be

up against in this life ~ and made you equal to it."

Norman Vincent Peale

"In the midst of winter

I finally learned

that there was in me

an invincible summer."

Albert Camus

"When I am low, oh God,

feed me on small pleasures...

sunsets, a small word of praise...

for frustration can be faced when I am fed."

Richard Wong

"We are slow to believe

what hurts when believed."

Ovid

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart,

and try to love the questions themselves,

like locked rooms, and like books that are written

in a very foreign tongue."

Ranier M. Rilke

"Acceptance is not submission;

it is acknowledgment of the facts of a situation,

then deciding what you're going to do about it."

Kathleen Theisen

"When something intolerable is in my life,

I head for the water.

It leavens me in some way.

Some middlemost part of me

is soothed and silenced by it."

Alice Koller

"Life makes tremendous silent statements

where sand and saltwater meet."

Arthur Gordon

"In all my perplexities and distresses,

the Bible never failed

to give me light and strength."

Robert E. Lee

"God's word has always been the best source of advice for me."

Tony Dungy

"The only constant thing in life

is change."

Heraclitus

"Better is the end of a thing

than the beginning thereof."

Ecclesiastes 7:8

"But if anyone has caused grief, you ought rather to 

forgive and comfort him,

lest perhaps such a one be swallowed up 

with too much sorrow.

Therefore, I urge you to reaffirm your love to him."

II Corinthians 2:5~8

"You cannot always have happiness,

but you can always give happiness."

Unknown

"The hardship I was bearing today

was only a breath away

from the pleasures I would have tomorrow,

and those pleasures would be all the richer

because of this I was enduring."

Louis L'Amour

Love, Linda