I would like to introduce a new member of the WordPress family. My grandson , Trey posted his first blog yesterday. He wants to be a sports writer as well as continue with his music. His blog is 4npsports.
I wanted to tell all of my readers that I will be away for 2 weeks. My oldest grandson is graduating and I am going to watch all of them while my daughter finishes her work for the year. I will try to blog while I am away but I will be busy. I wish you all a wonderful Memorial Day.I will be looking forward to reconnecting with my WordPress family.
The Lord Be Praised
“The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasures:
The Lord be praised, for my heart’s desire is attained.
O Fate, cherish my darling close to your breast:
Present now the golden wine-cup, now the rubies of those lips.
They talk scandal about us, and say we are drunks–
The silly old men, the elders lost in their error.
But we have done penance on the pious man’s behalf,
And ask God’s pardon for what the religious do.
O my dear, how can I speak of being apart from you?
The eyes know a hundred tears, and the soul has a hundred sighs.
I’d not have even an infidel suffer the torment your beauty has caused
To the cypress which envies your body, and the moon that’s outshone by your face.
Desire for you lips has stolen from Hafiz’ thought
His evening lectionary, and reciting the Book at dawn.
——Hafiz, translated from Persian by Peter Avery and John Heath-Stubbs
One day in the desert a bedouin
Looked up and saw a mirage shimmering
Ahead. Not water, but the splendor of
A dazzling girl.
In the thirsty, burning desert
among dry thorns, under a shadowless sun
He tried to reach her but instead
Of that marvelous love he found death.
In his immaterial, immortal sleep
He still saw the splendor of that girl
Shimmering ahead, an eternal mirage.
And in his endless dream he began to walk looking for her.”
—-Avedik Issahakian, translated from the Armenian by Diana Der Hovanessian
The beauty of poetry is that the words and images are never out of style. They can be thousands of years old and still have meaning and messages for the present time.
I may have mentioned my nine grandchildren before. From now on I will call them the grands. I have 3 elder grands, the twins, the baby grands and the monkey. He is the only one who lives in town and so I get to see him more often. I had him yesterday. A day filled with laughter and tag and a ball stuck in a tree and Star Wars. A day for us both to cherish. My oldest grand is graduating Thursday, so I will be going for the festivities. I am so proud of him. His campus has been in lockdown several times in the last two years. No one has been hurt but the closeness of danger and evil is frightening. This is a part of my feelings about guns and the people who shoot others with them.
Children are so precious and people always say that they are strong and will get over anything that happens in childhood. In reality, we allow them to be scarred emotionally and mentally far too often. Some with therapy will work through it and lead a productive life. Some grow up with trust issues, or become rapists or serial killers. Some are batterers and pedophiles. We need to do a better job of protecting the children and encouraging them to fly and be all they can be and come back to the roost whenever they really need to.
Years ago, I found this poem and got it on little tee shirts for the grands that I had at that time. So, in honor of every child on our globe trying to grow up in a world we have filled with anger, hatred, danger, and stress; I give these words to them and to those people who are raising them or their parents.
Fantastic blog. Quite beautiful and it evokes love and peace.
A quick yet impressive read.
“The Republican party is now facing a great crisis. It is to decide whether it will be, as in the days of Lincoln, the party of the plain people, the party of progress, the party of social and industrial justice; or whether it will be the party of privilege and of special interests, the heir to those who were Lincoln’s most bitter opponents, the party that represents the great interests within and with out Wall Street which desire through their control over the servants of the pubic to be kept immune from punishment when they do wrong and to be given privileges to which they are not entitled”. – Theodore Roosevelt