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”
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Wrinkles Aren’t Ugly!
by Susan Ternyey, 2008 The earth and life are full of wrinkles. And so what that they are? Wrinkles are beautiful! From a fairly featureless molten globe, masses of stone coagulated on the surface of our earth, cooled and hardened into rocky mountains that collided as they rode the boiling undercurrents of lower layers. SuchContinue reading “Wrinkles Aren’t Ugly!”
He & Me
by ST, 1981 He faces Life as a force unknown– his faith in God: that he’s left on his own– pain and loneliness have taken their toll, made barren the life, embittered the soul. I faced Life as one alone– though friends had been, they’d spent each their day, and then passed on– I askedContinue reading “He & Me”
The Labor
by ST, 1980s Born one night– no room in the inn: crowded–every place filled full. The burden of the taxing: Payment must be made. The Only, the Humblest abode where the Lamb was kept: the Stable, the Christ was there born one night. Bourne one night in agony while others slept, a Man of constantContinue reading “The Labor”
The Lute Player
by ST, mid 1980s I was a lute player I traveled along any road that I happened to happen upon, any road that happened to fit the day’s song. I was a lute player I had no abode I wandered wherever by whatever mode, and the lute that I carried was my only load. 1.Continue reading “The Lute Player”
School Daze
by ST, late 1980s With the beginning of a new school year, it’s a good time to think about what we want for our children in Life. In general terms, we want them to be happy and successful. Most of us don’t think that means they have to be brain surgeons or rocket scientists (unlessContinue reading “School Daze”
Sage
by ST, early 1980s A piece of Wisdom, A piece of the desert, matures in adversity of its own. Only a little of this seasoning much improves the flavor in a place where Life is dry as bone. Looking for sage alone for seasons one can roam in this wilderness of Life– but even sageContinue reading “Sage”
Perspectives of the Bugged
by ST, early 80’s I used to like potato bugs, But now they infest our basement rug. They used to tickle me as they crawled on my skin; Now I hate them, kith and kin. Their rolling in a ball was then a fascination, Now enemies all, I favor their extinction.
Whenever I Think of the Pioneers
by Susan Ternyey, 1996 (revised 2022) With awe I ponder the fortitude of those valiant pioneers of our past. I used to feel I could never measure up to “the heritage they left us.” (Hymn, “Firm as the Mountains Around Us”) But one day as I lay in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the hipsContinue reading “Whenever I Think of the Pioneers”
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