Day five slipped by, as most days will…

Up early

Hello to the neighbors as I left for work

Spilled my entire cup of coffee down the front of my shirt before I even turned on my computer

Wore my jacket zipped up all day

And took guff for hanging my “laundry” from the coat hook in my cube, tsk,

<shrug>  Made for conversation.

Approved seven loans to close for happy buyers, sellers, loan officers and Realtors

Discussed a metes and bounds legal description with anyone who would listen until they agreed.

My Juliana Marie emailed an hilarious reminder of when she was young and rash

My wild child, now the world’s most conservative, hardest working mother…

Home ’bout seven

Hello to the neighbors before closing the door

“Loving this weather, eh?”

Ate something or other

Watched telly

Bed before ten

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“Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”

<selah>

I have often marveled at how gently Jesus appeared to those He loved

That bright Sunday morning.

He spoke kindly to Mary who sought His body in His empty tomb

“Why are you weeping?”

He did not rush her; gave her time to realize, to see Him

“Mary!” She turned. “Teacher!”

He promised “My peace I give you,” to His apostles shuttered in fear,

Showing them His hands.

He met Thomas at the point of Thomas’s disbelief, knowing he needed proof.

And Thomas did believe.

He walked to Emmaus discussing His death and events with two sad followers,

Until their eyes opened.

Imagine how it freaked them out, how shocking to their psyches, mind blowing,

Jesus dead, then alive.

Imagine now how His wisdom and grace softened the shock, helped them focus

On their true mission.

Believe it or not, something incredible did happen over two thousand years ago

The charge remains unchanged…

Spread His story to whom will listen, heal the sick, love one another,

Share the Word everywhere,

So all who believe it may find their way without fear or despair

For He is alive!

The pre-eclipse moon

blazed my windows

tormented my sleep

forced me up

to marvel wildly

at insane brightness

then drove me

back to sleep

to sweet dreams

I awoke late

to daytime magic

with no shadows

no heavy sadness

only bright sun

sharp cool air

laughs with friends

dinner with Grands

and total satisfaction

The cover cannot be ignored

“Is It Time for the Jews to Leave Europe?” by Jeffrey Goldberg

Cracked concrete Star of David artfully centered in grey on grey

Surely this is an historical piece

Surely not a report on conditions in the twenty-first century

Surely not

The truth cannot be ignored

The Diaspora is real with horrifying implications foreign to my naïve WASP mind

Jews wherever they are in the world are under scrutiny and torment from bigots

Surely this is merely myth

Surely not a truth about a people living in the twenty-first century

Surely not

The evidence cannot be ignored

Historical traditions of hate and fear and lies exist despite attempts to progress

Ancient habits conspire to keep an entire people counted, collected, controlled

Surely this is unbelievably wrong

Surely not a possibility with all the brilliance and wisdom available in the twenty-first century

Surely not

Surely not, Lord.

Cheating with haiku

in order to meet my goal

one poem each day

You animal

You pet

Destroyer of cherished tchotchkes, beloved hand-me-downs, and red leather ottomans

Inept hunter of small birds, clumsy beetles, leaves floating down the gutter

Yowling

Shedding

Bed, sofa and chair hog

You drive me mad

You howl to be let out

You cry to be let back in

STOP LOOKING AT ME

OFF THE KEYBOARD

I AM TRYING TO WRITE HERE

GO ON GET DOWN GO AWAY

Oh, come here

I didn’t mean it

Let me scratch your ears

Yeah

That feels good

That’s my good boy

You sweety

You muse

Oh sure grab my necklace