Let’s catch us a flight to a village in Wales named Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. We’ll see all the sites, and return with tall tales of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
I’d say let’s write verse, but I doubt there’s a rhyme for Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. So as we traverse, let’s be poets in mime in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
Teach ESL to awe-inspiring refugee and immigrant women Hold memories close Invest in others Notice loveliness around me Granddaughter time! Spend time with those I love
Intercessory prayer
Compose well-written poems and poorly written poems Appreciate all I can do … and all I can’t, but others can Nod and smile to you, whoever you are
Delight in little things Offer God my humble thanksgiving
Frame my day with time with Jesus Open windows to smell spring’s viburnum and lilac Roll with it
Music (listen myself, and sing when nobody listens) ESL volunteer teacher time bookends this acrostic
“A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ~ Charles Dickens
Not all journeys entail physically moving via mode of travel. Not all baggage is luggage. Not all in our possession belongs to us. Not all we carry on our shoulders is ours to carry. Not all we push against, even with all our might, will budge. Not all we move toward is best for us. Let loose your baggage. When the key opens the door, you know you are home.
When God created Adam from the dust of the earth, He breathed His own life into him. Adam had as near a perfect relationship with God as we could possibly fathom. They walked together in the garden in the cool of the day. They talked. God allowed Adam to name every animal He had created. The Bible doesn’t go into much detail about their daily communion with each other, but it leaves no doubt they had an intimate relationship. Adam had God in face-to-face, real connection. What an amazing thing to ponder. We know God has a sense of humor, and that He made Adam in His own imagine. I love to imagine them making each other laugh to near tears on the regular! I love to imagine Adam picking God’s brain when it came to caring for His creation. How amazing would it be to have been able to have a documentary of, say, a week in the life. Oh to have that face-to-face, closest of relationships with our very God! And yet, God saw that Adam experienced a nagging and substantial loneliness that he couldn’t shake. Did God reprimand him with, “Adam! Quit your whining, oh ye of little faith! I am all you need!” No. He understood and His heart was touched by Adam’s need. He made a companion and “suitable helper” for Adam. And then God communed with both of them.
God values our needs. And in fact, to come to Him, need is all we need.
This is in response to our Poetic Blooming’s prompt #598: Write an on track poem. It is also about my husband, who was admitted for an acute attack of pancreatitis.
Bullets spoke yesterday near the 53rd Annual Old West End Festival. Were you there to hear their voices pierce the annual exuberance? They say, “A picture paints a thousand words.” But the words of these bullets repainted the landscape of approximately 25 city blocks. They say, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never harm me.” But these words spilled blood. Tadeusz Borowski said, “What a curious power words have.” Bullets speak deafeningly, and their words hold power. Sometimes the power of life and death. But …
five-plus decades of music, art, and inclusion still have words to sing.
“America. The way it’s supposed to be: Toledo’s Old West End.” ~ American Bungalow Magazine
“Create and maintain a community atmosphere that encourages a harmonious neighborhood that celebrates diversity and inclusion and stands against racism and all other forms of discrimination.” ~ from the OWE’s Mission Statement
The 53rd annual Old West End Festival, June 6, 2026
“Gunfire erupted Saturday near a busy street festival in Ohio, wounding at least 12 people and sending some eventgoers scrambling for cover while others rushed to help the victims.” ~ Associated Press report
Praying for our region, and especially our Old West End, those who were injured, and those who were traumatized.
There once was a gal named Marie A head of brunette curls had she. Then some became white and, what seemed overnight, she saw scalp where some curls used to be!
pictured words 