Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Cotton Still Needs Picked



written by Stephie Goldfish

From generation to generation, from time indefinite to time indefinite, even forever, the cattle need raised, the crops need plowed and tilled, the hungry need fed and clothed,
 we still have our needs and desires to be met, and the production lines need filled.

Besides, the cotton still needs picked.

From generation to generation, from time indefinite to time indefinite, even forever, our hearts need mended and cultivated, our sins need forgiven, our prayers need answered, our bodies need healed and our souls need saved, and justice needs meted out.

After all, the cotton still needs picked.


The sun will keep shining and then the rain will come, again and again, but these cycles of life have no end.


Monday, January 14, 2013

Five Birds Suddenly Appear


 

written by Stephie Goldfish


How is it possible five little birds, all in the span of a morning, suddenly appear

one after the other, a blue bird, another a cardinal, fluttering on air

outside my window shield? How is it possible these most ethereal

of all creatures and closest to heaven came to me heralding?

Heartened by their presence, as if it were a wink from God,

my spirit began boosting with confidence, with an approval, a nod.

Their very presence reminded me that, rather than thinking of it as an omen,

the ultimate power is within this present, unseen moment.

And, sensing my desire to inhabit their skies and touch the face of God, what I heard them say to me is fly,

fly into your own natural confidence, as if you were born to lead with grace and nobility.