Warm Coats…

January 5, 2017

Were a given in childhood. Having no car we walked everywhere we went except for the occasional bus or taxicab ride…and whenever we rode with relatives. 

This year my ‘nice’ coat is being used. The coat was purchased six to eight years back and barely worn. I slipped it on one day and realized that it was a reminder of when my mother, sibling, and I traveled to and fro in our walkabout lives of yesteryear. A pretty fuchsia color with three large black buttons, it covers me well from the cold and wind as I make my way across parking lots from my car to varied buildings and purposes. As a child/teen, our coats were bought by Mama. J.C. Penney’s and Sears and Roebuck were the usual stores. Once, my father bought me one from Magic Mart. The only coat he ever purchased for me. I still remember it to this day. Brown with fur (synthetic?) around the collar, enlongated buttons instead of round, with little loops to fasten them.

Mama was the constant of everything in our lives including our coats. 

She made sure they fit and were well made, knowing they would need to shield us from the winter bite. Mittens, gloves, and hats were also purchased with money that she earned. We were a little family with limited resources, but it was never a question whether or not we would be properly attired for the winter. Mama did it. Without a coat drive, without a GoFundMe page, without a newsmedia story, without a sob story to co-workers…she did it with resolve…that came from God…and He ALWAYS MADE A WAY. 

I long for those days. Days of discipline and order. Days when people like my mother knew how to do things and did not relinquish to ‘experts’ on every single aspect of their lives. I long for them more and more. 

My coat keeps me warm…and so do the memories of my mother’s love…not through empty words, but through deeds. 

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Fall Back…

November 5, 2016

The time goes back to God’s time as we in the South say. It leaves you feeling cozy and wanting to be at home when the sun goes into an early sleep. 

Netflix’s “The Crown” is the current show I’m watching at my leisure. Having watched three episodes and being pleased, means I have several more to go within the world of beautiful and cultured things. The dress and formal manners (at least in public) are enough to keep me interested if all goes as I hope. People had dignity and manners for the most part in that era. The problems were there, but the everyday hum of civility kept things in a perspective that we could use today. Real tableware, hairstyles that took some thought, and dress that presented the wearer in a favorable light are all appealing in this shabby world. 

“Philadelphia”, starring John Wayne, Randolph Scott, and Marlene Dietrich is another good one. Actually, I’ll need to see this one in its entirety as it was already on when I turned on the station. Again, the dress and hairstyles were encouraging for those of us who are tired of tee shirts and slovenly clothing. There is nothing wrong with dressing for the situation you are in, but there is something to wonder about when it involves non caring. 

The daily calendar I have on the kitchen windowsill had a most interesting passage . To paraphrase: When looking to your future generation(s), remember that good morals are not hereditary.

Teaching is very important…even then all do not adhere; but if you don’t try, there will be none for certain. The things of today are the result of long term neglect and silence in many areas. 

I sit and watch the shows and think..maybe, just maybe the reason they are shown and are gaining popularity is because we are realizing the fallow ground needs to be plowed, needs to be re-seeded and watered to bring forth a new and thriving crop of people. Those who will stand tall and not let the weeds of corruption and slovenly habits continue to choke out the best we can be here on this earth with whatever time God has given us.

 

 

 

 

Dear Blog…

March 31, 2016

I had an out-of-the-blue angry moment this morning. Getting into the turn lane to make a left I see a truck coming straight towards me with no blinker on, just right in my path. Slamming my brakes I skidded on wet road from last night’s rain back into the inside lane. In those few seconds the face said everything. A  yeah-I-made-you-move-over, self-satisfied look was spread across his mouth immediately revealing great pleasure in his moment’s work. Older looking and bigger than me was code for Attitude. I’ve seen the identical expression albeit in different venues down through the years.

A couple points to remember:

1. You can win the battle (s) and lose the war.

2. The behavior of people has severely elevated to the level of “heartless”, along with more laws passed to protect such; therefore, the saying, “You can’t legislate morality; you have to change the heart first”, is in essence true.

So, to you Mr. Smiley, I say, grin on. Someday you may be crying and blubbering quite earnestly ( in ignorance, of course) asking, how did this happen???? Then again….maybe not. After all, it is God alone who changes the heart. *

Now go be offended at that, will you Mr. Smiley? Even better, go complain to HIM that you’re offended and see where it leads.

*Ezekiel 36:26

The Last Of Original Kin…

November 11, 2015

There’s no place to go

Home is no more

Gone with the flow

In time, upon shores

No longer to tread

Or Sail to again

Full days have all come

Lost to the winds

Green grass and cold winter

The blanket is spun

Into the deep sleep

They all now have gone

Yet still I have hope

I see the day’s sun!

The glimmering web

Of life’s tiny threads

One day will for me

Drift down till I’m dead

The spark still remains

As clear as a sound

That whispers quietly

Someday I am bound

For pasture in Earth

To rest a sweet sleep

Then somewhere God takes me

His Own for to keep

R.Webb / copyright 2015

Silence…

August 17, 2015

 Is what I long for

Of mind body and soul

Heart and knowing

Dreams and longing

Words and people

Cruel and mocking

This life I’ve lived

through the years

a little happiness

though many tears

Someday the silence

will come as relief

Still God will laugh

as I’ve sown what I reap

He’ll laugh and mock

at my bitter end

my life was naught

but a blowing wind

died out among

the trees so bare

never real living

a day here, a day there

and now with silence

I no longer care

copyright August 2015/R. Webb

to myself I ran across while going through some things prior to moving.  Not sure if it would be considered a poem, but I think it’s in that vein…

Distance of

family

friends

society

Closeness of

me

nature

God

Listen

Listen more

Listen more so

Words are weary spoken

go about your work quietly

There is a loneliness

that never leaves even in

the midst of others

Simply Be

Nature listens as doth God

Speak to yourself and they will hear

Copyright by R. Webb, 10/16/2013

Thoughts for myself…

October 21, 2013

Oh how I wish I

Could pull the tender

Young blooms of

Bitterness from my

Soul as easily as

The ones that

Sprout anew

From the prickly bush

Outside my windows

Soft and pliable

In one’s hand

They easily leave

Their home

Never to become

Stiff and unwelcoming

To outsiders

Yet protective of its own

Right down to the

Brown dead leaves

That cling

Stabbing even in their death

May God reach out and pluck them as He is the true Master Gardener.
copyright 2013

I’ve Been Sick…

May 15, 2013

and I still show the results of it, physically speaking. So, on to better things. Today I’ve been pondering about life. Not in general, but in specifics. Is all life precious? Whether answered yes or no, whose setting the standard? My blog, my question. I’m ‘god’ of this blog, so in that vein, I ask, does God address this in the Bible? Specifically? From abortions to war and everthing in-between and beyond, that is my question to you, is ALL life precious? Something to really think about.

Morning is past the light has gone
Evening tide rolls thick with fog
Soon night shall claim a restless soul
Whose mind and heart with sorrow untold
Once hope did breathe so shallow there
Within the being of one so fair
Small child of yesterday in time
I weep I weep dear child o’ mine
The tears that flow down cheeks of kin
Spill for the life that might have been
God knows the reasons and the why
So He may comfort by and by
If mercy shows His part Divine
Then heart and soul can rest in time

Copyright 2013