THE SCRIBE

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THE SCRIBE

With sheets of old yellowed parchment spread out

the scribe sits down at his splintered worn desk,

and with withered hand he dips his quill

into a thick substance inside the inkwell,

and turns his face towards Heaven, blessed be He,

God of the universe, and praise to the One

who sits on the throne, all the earth be His.

It is not what the scribe hears with audible voice,

but what his heart hears and knows to be true

for that which is given him scribed upon

with sweeping gesture, flourish and swirls

the Hebraic characters penned in ink

are the scribe’s writings on ancient scrolls.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Toppled by forces beyond our control

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We get Chinook winds here in northern Colorado that can get up to 100+ mph. The strength and force can blow over even the strongest trees. That happened recently to some trees we had up on our mountain property northwest of Fort Collins. We don’t live up there full time, but when we went up there recently we found some of our largest, even healthy looking trees toppled over, uprooted completely from the ground around the rocks and boulders with the roots exposed.

It reminds me of how vulnerable our country and government administration is right now. The media running amok with ‘leaks’, compromising influences, immigration bans, repeals, etc. further adds to the already weakened, wobbly foundation. Add to that all the protest marches of people taking their gripes, complaints, personal vendettas and agendas to the streets with chants, signs and slogans like ‘a day without immigrants’ to change what they can’t, or won’t abide by, and we have a volatile situation that can only get worse, not better. If things continue as they’re going ‘We the People’ will destroy and topple what was set up to protect all when our country was founded.

Everyone has an immigrant story to tell. My grandfather and his family were immigrants from Odessa, Russia who set down roots, and established a life based on the values our country set forth in the constitution. He went through legal channels, became a U.S. citizen, was naturalized, and valued every right and freedom in this country. He voted his candidate choice, but he did not put down others who voted differently, or disagreed with him. If he disagreed on something, whether one in political office or another who wronged him he did not pick up a sign and take his offense to the street, but chose to pray over it instead of protesting over it. He carried a bible instead, and lived by the principles in it, with respect for others, regardless their political perspective, faith or life choices. If only we could return to the things that really did ‘make America great,’ what a wonderful country we would have. Like him or not, disagree if you want, but we now have a man who is trying to do that, for the good of all people.

In the New Testament bible (Matthew 13: 3-9) it tells about Jesus’s parable of the seed sown. He talks about the seed sown by the sower planting a crop. Good seed goes down deep in the soil where there are no rocks or boulders obstructing its growth. It takes root and nothing but the forces beyond our control will topple it or blow it over upon itself. Seed scattered and tossed among the rocks and weeds will be easily uprooted, blown over, and not grow. We are known by the fruit of our tree. Good seed was planted in this country when founded, and the constitution enacted. It rooted, grew, flourished and prospered. But, today much of that root system is in jeopardy of toppling a great tree.

There will never be harmony or unity here in our country when thousands choose to defy all that our president is trying to do for the whole of this country. Wisdom comes in knowing how best to reflect our voice, disapproval or disenchantment of things we don’t like. Marching in the streets, shouting chants, carrying signs, does little to affect real change. It is just a lot of noise, and fodder for CNN News.

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Joyce E. Johnson, 2017

 

Silent Love

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No eloquent words, flowers, gifts or cards

could he give her, but just a token

gesture of his affection

with twisted smile, and memory all but gone.

Eyesight, hearing, failing too,

he tried to form his thoughts,

while expressing his love to her,

but his stroke had stolen from them so much.

Like the younger version of himself

with vibrant, baritone rich voice

when he once belted out old tunes,

are but broken phrases hanging on.

With faint muttering he attempts to sing,

to remember the lyrics, what he wants to say

like the day he swooned her heart with song.

But, she’ll treasure what they have today

for she fears the day when he is gone.

and prays to God it lingers on.

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all.

Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Bobcat’s story

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Nine years ago, there was this kitten

found under a rose-bush, hiding and afraid

hungry, abandoned, and all alone.

With imploring sad eyes hoping to find

a friend, family or home nearby

he wandered about, surviving the elements,

living on insects, whatever was found.

When no one came looking or put in a claim

for the lost kitten out wandering that day

my daughter and family took him in,

and lovingly provided him with a good home.

Was it just fate or maybe meant to be

that this kitten found love in the most unlikely way?

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Posted for The Daily Post word prompt,  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lovingly/

Posted February 6, 2017 by Joyce in My Photos, My Writings, Poems, poetry

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Midwinter thaw

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It was a wonderful, warm day to get out and walk one of our trails again yesterday. The temperature hovered around 60 degrees most of the day. The thin layers of ice was finally dissipating and the water flowing unobstructed in our Big Thompson River. It was such a welcomed change from the below zero temperatures we’d had through weeks of bitter cold in January. In some places there was a hint of green color already showing on tree branches and grass in places. The melting snow left mushy puddles of standing water and mud on the already saturated ground. My thoughts conjured up visions of green leafy foliage and flowers growing all along our paths and walking trails we hope to see again in May. Yesterday it was full of bicyclists and people walking their dogs. Our dog, Maggie hates to be hurried as we try to keep at a brisk walking pace and slows down to sniff out every scent while on a good slow stroll, and wants to greet and meet everyone she sees. Like us, she is savoring the sun and warm temps.https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/scent/

Midwinter thaw

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted January 31, 2017 by Joyce in My Photos, Nature Walks, Photography

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How does a country come together?

How does a country come together

when thousands march and protests grow

with fevered pitch, and violence erupts?

Can anyone predict years from now

what was done that helped unite,

or what was done that divided us more?

It’s not the side you take, nor the camp you’re in,

but to acknowledge another’s point of view

How they see the world from their eyes.

You don’t have to accept what they believe

just because they stand on the opposing side,

and live their life so different from you,

but kindness and love is what we need.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted January 25, 2017 by Joyce in Inspirational Poems, My Writings, Poems, poetry, Politics

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A man who walked the talk

 

 

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Jan. 15,1929-April 4, 1968

 

Our nation honors today a man who reflected the values he lived by. His life represented all the things this country fought for, men and women died for, people marched, demonstrated and stood for. Our country knows well the violence, death, destruction, prejudice and bigotry that marred its history. This man took up the fight for civil rights and liberties so all can enjoy the rights and freedom that comes with walking the streets without fear or retaliation, prejudice, injury or death because of their color. Eating in a public restaurant at any table, attending the school or college of their choice without being bussed across town, riding in the front of the bus instead of walking to the back, serving in the military, all of the things this man hoped to realize in his lifetime, but did not. He marched not to the beat of a drum, but with chants and voices raised, and thousands followed.

Martin Luther King Jr. was a man who did not cower to those who mocked him, distrusted him, despised what he stood for and tried to change. He was a man of honor, of faith, one who loved God, and relied on Him in everything he did. He was a pastor, but he was also a rising political leader with a dream, and a vision. He stood before 250,000 thousand people who came to hear him deliver his, ‘I Have a Dream’ speech in Washington, D.C. He won the Nobel Peace Prize, yet gave it up for the cause of peace to further the work he started.

It was not just for the people of color that he stood up to protect. Preaching about the love for all men and women, tolerance, acceptance and forgiveness from a pulpit was his platform for the message he hoped to deliver, the dream he wished to share. Marching down the streets in Birmingham, Alabama was his way of demonstrating it with those of the same color and standing with those who had the same dream, that one day we all could get along, no matter our color, faith or lifestyle, and no matter our political differences and perspective.  But, Martin Luther King’s dream was shattered. Down through the years we’ve become more a nation of distrust, division and disruption. There are those who choose to act out their prejudices and disfavor with violence and acts of terror. Hate is demonstrated in many forms. Evil will find a way to rear its ugly head. Martin Luther King Jr. did not live to reach the finish line of his march. He was shot down, by the bullet of an assassin on April 4th, 1968 in Memphis, Tenn.

Can we work together, unite for the cause of peace, live together in harmony? We have nothing more to lose that we have not already lost. But, we have everything to gain, what we hope to achieve, yet have not realized, if we have a dream.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

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