by ST, 1980s Le ciel est gris;Il fait froid aujourd’hui.Mais mon coeur n’il regarde pasParce qu’il est plein de fois:Il sait qu’un autre jourLe soleil le benira encore.(less poetic translation)The sky is gray;It’s cold today.But my my heart is unconcernedBecause it is full of faith:It knows that another dayThe sun will bless it again.
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Soy una Tortuga
por Susan Ternyey, 2008 Soy una tortuga, quizás de Galápagos— vieja, lenta, y tímida— llevo mi caparazón sobre mi espalda; eso es mi hogar, mi refugio, protección: cómodo, a veces confine regido, pero ha ayudado me sobrevivir, y . . . adentro mis partes tiernos, delicados, sensibles, cariñosos— aunque posiblemente duros— tal vez me ayudanContinue reading “Soy una Tortuga”
If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist
by ST, 2019 If Life were a painting, and I the artist, what would I paint (assuming I had the ability)? A landscape? I do love landscapes, serene landscapes, and dramatic ones. I’m not sure all of life could be shown in a landscape—even if it were a collage. A still life? Such can beContinue reading “If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist”
Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life
by ST, 2019 A New Start A certain woman, a paralytic grandmother of 50, acquired a lot in a certain city, in a subdivision, with certain covenants. The lot appeared level, and was chosen for that reason. But by the time the foundation was dug and poured, it was no longer level, and required aContinue reading “Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life”
Once, Upon a Time, So I Considered
by ST I did not choose the easy road, Though I saw it from my own, But what I wanted– A full and happy life– The easy road could not but loan. I sometimes chose the heavier load, And often felt I bore it alone, But what I needed– Charactered strength– The heavier load gaveContinue reading “Once, Upon a Time, So I Considered”
A Mission
by ST I left your presence, Home, So short a time ago– O how could so much experience Be crammed in so short a space: A life within a life. I marvel as I look back– Am I much changed? The impressions are so deep, Will they be scars, or Wisdom’s wrinkles? And now IContinue reading “A Mission”
Jogging
by ST I didn’t run very fast– She began behind, but soon surpassed me. I set my pace, Struggling against the tightness, Uncomfortable with the effort. She was in better shape to begin; while I had put on weight. But I was out for my own good, And now I was here, I was goingContinue reading “Jogging”
“And All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience”
by ST My childhood days are remembered a little faintly. Both happy times and foolish ways– I’d not return To re-live or change– I look forward, Even if a bit dubiously. Then came the years Of deciding what to be: Sampling enough of both good and evil Which fruits I tasted, I grew to knowContinue reading ““And All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience””
The Coat of Arms
by Susan Ternyey, 1980s Far humbler than the poet whom I appeal As tutor, in aspiring to convey And ‘scribe in characters of the Ideal Those worthy merits, in this worldly fray, Which we would urge on any that we may– Most ‘specially our children and their own– That seem to us appropriate array ForContinue reading “The Coat of Arms”
Wherefore Didst Thou Doubt?
by ST Amidst the storm I am startled to see My Savior, my Lord, beckoning to me: “Come out of your boat, and walk on the sea.” Amazed, confused, but enthusiastically I climb o’er the rail and touch the sea. My Savior, my Lord, has faith in Me! A step, and two, eyes only forContinue reading “Wherefore Didst Thou Doubt?”
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