One Small Umbrella

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One small umbrella, the husband has to hold.

The streets are floods of water, the sky is gray and cold.

With this he must protect her dress, her person and her face.

Her dainty feet must endure the wet, but surely she’ll keep her lace;

Dry, and what of him, but he has an overcoat.

Now if he just had a carriage, a puppet’s tent or boat.

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Or maybe the umbrella is just for her.

The reddish fabric matches her skirt.

Either way, though fussiness crinkles his eyes,

Though serving his wife occurred a thousand times.

Still he’s brave to attack the wind and rainy fall,

And use as his only weapon, a nearly-opened parasol.

 

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Trouble and Release

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2 Chronicles 32~ (I like these verses best in the King James Version)

Be strong and courageous, be not afraid nor dismayed for the king of Assyria, nor for all the multitude that is with him: for there be more with us than with him:

With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the Lord our God to help us, and to fight our battles. And the people rested themselves upon the words of Hezekiah king of Judah.

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Jesus, my strong vine.

Hold me tight.

God my dear Father,

Never out of Your sight.

Sweet Spirit Divine,

I’m thankful You’re mine.

~       ~       ~

There’s trials around and winds that pound

And actions underneath we can’t see.

There’s other people’s eyes and pressures and sighs

Til You say, ‘Don’t forget Me’.

~       ~       ~

With a friend like my Love, I won’t be afraid.

Now matter what uncouth stinks parade like grenades.

My strength is innocence, my Father stands behind me.

I’m weak and small, but He loves endlessly.

~       ~       ~

Psalms 139

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
12 Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

The Wind Teaching Us About God

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God is like the wind;

You can’t see the wind but it covers the world.

Everywhere and all at once,

You don’t know where its course ends up,

Or what its nudging.

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Sometimes its so powerful it could;

Pick you up and sweep you away.

Other times its so still,

You wouldn’t know its there,

Except for the breath of life in your lungs.

 

Teddie Bear Give Way, to Santiago!

I know I should be focusing on my current story, which is Teddie Bear in Non-space, but this old story about Santiago keeps coming to my mind. I was stuck in this old story so it’s nice to find my flow again. Here’s a snippet of what I just wrote.

 

“Those look like tights,” Jacoby grumbled.Bearnosemap

“They’re not actually tights,” T-Pete replied. “They’re more like aeriated panted hosiery.”

“I’m not wearing tights,” Jacoby repeated.

“Well,” the designer said, “there are also the leather leggings or even the tight leather pant option, but I didn’t bring those up because they’re more expensive.’

Jacoby ignored the man and narrowed his eyes at his cousin; family or not his patience was running thin.

“Maybe not the leather pants either,” T-Pete said in a hurry.

“Ah, of course, then may I suggest the platinum option, as it were.” The designer rubbed his hands in pleasure. “The last possibility is the poly-urethane-compressed-foam material that I produce myself. It has an over layer of vinyl and an under layer with just a hint of Kevlar. Of course it can get a bit warm at the height of summer and some say a bit itchy in the uh… crevasses, but…”

“I’m outta here,” Jacoby said. He turned to make a quick exit.

“Wait!” the other two people in the room trumpeted. Jacoby glanced backwards and the designer sighed.

“If you insist the pants can be made out of dark brown linen, black jean or charcoal gray vinylette,” the man finally admitted.

“Pants, not hose,” Jacoby reiterated. “No tights, no leather and I don’t need to be bullet proof.”

“If you want to be dull,” the designer muttered.

Hand Held Out

U2 has Christians in the group. Not every song proves it, but this one is emphatic and sung with Bono’s passion. Many times since I first heard it back in the 80’s has this song come back to me.

I hear Jesus’ passion in it. I feel his lean hand in mine. I know He’s telling me, like he does all of his own, to hold on.

Hold on Tightly.