cuz he's the bomb

Rambutans - Daniel's favorite food in Laos

He says they're similar to large grapes

I say they look cool but a little freaky

Daniel eating rambutans in Vientiane, Laos

They resemble eyeballs. I miss him.

~

He loved my recording of Landslide. And then he wrote this. I love this guy :)

if God were solely just

how many of us would be lost?

if God were solely merciful

how many of us would remember Him?

but He being both, then we are both

often lost

with only glimpses of our memory

this too shall pass, it is said

but it does not pass now, not yet

often lost

waiting in eternities

which even too, will pass,

but not yet

is patience the same as hope?

perhaps with patience we endure His justice

and close our eyes in peace,

though often lost

and with hope we endure His mercy

and hold to fickle memories

of love

they just. keep. coming.

~ One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest & Ruprect the Monkey Boy ~

Thanks so much to everyone for their really lovely comments about Daniel's poem. It has been SO much fun going through my blog from the beginning! And oh... my goodness! The more I keep reading, the more treasures I find! GEMS!

~ Davy performing at Kulak's Woodshed ~

First comes Davy's Mother's Day poem 2009. Most of you know the only thing I ask for for Mother's Day is a poem from my three boys. Their poems to me are one of the highlights of my year. This one from Davy literally stopped me in my tracks and took my breath away:

If time was a stone that I cast from my hand,

And the ripples were love from the water it hit,

I'd jump in the pond and fish the stone out,

And hold to it's nurture,

In case

Of a drought.

My mother's the energy that dwells within ponds,

And had she not held me I would've drowned,

And if she'd not been so transparently clean,

My stone,

That I cast...

I wouldn't have seen.

Sooo beautiful - it touched me to my core. Such a treasure :)

~ Daniel on his way to Ethiopia ~

Daniel was in Ethiopia being an intern for an NPO, so he sent his poem a bit late. I didn't mind - the words and meaning make up for it tenfold! 

so strange the way our heartstrings play
at times they brave so pure a faith
at times they break and fear to pray
but break or brave, the subtle tune
feels like one you always knew
and teaches in the way it soothes

her heartstrings whisper gentle tones
when love collides with fear and stone
when ice winds blow into her home
but ice or stone, the storm will spend
and she will hear the tune again
her heartstrings blessed and made to mend

So meaningful. Thank you for your love and talent, my son. 

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Well, friends, my heart is filled to overflowing, and I hope yours is too! And just a reminder to *visit this post* and submit a gname for my gnome! I'm going to try to pick the winner this weekend! xoxo

Friday pics and a poem.

Gosh, do I love my boys. And I have a confession to make: I was just kidding when I said it's obvious something is seriously wrong with them :) Just a little Walker humor because all 3 of them are notorious for making the dorkiest (is that a word?) faces EVER when it comes to photographs. I have an entire file of incriminating evidence - the most recent ones being from Europe last summer. For instance, snapping what would have been the perfect shot of them on beautiful Lake Lucerne in Switzerland. As I clicked the camera, once again in that split second, they all managed to make ghastly faces. I distinctly remember a woman who was on our tour and sitting nearby, saying to herself "Three boys in Europe........ I don't know how she does it" :) Well, I do it because I love those three wonderful boys with every fiber of my being. 

Right now I am particularly grateful for my firstborn, who is an amazing human being, and whom I miss very much because he is away at college. I will leave you for the weekend with a clever little poem he just sent me:

A Poem For My Mother's Blog

to be most clear

the purpose of this poem is thus:

to play on witty rhymes while I discuss

my mother's blog

blog rhymes with dog

and  many a picture of dog

there are on the blog

luna and angel, both eskimo breed

of whom we can read

stories of poop

and their antics and deeds

i know these fine two

and their wittle wet nosies

their popcorn scented toesies

and their infamous poo

and i must say their antics

(especially when angel goes frantic)

is a sight to be seen

and a sign of their love

for 'der mommy'

on this blog there are paints

and, with a canvas and brush

and my mother's touch

these paints are arranged

in a tender beauty

blog rhymes with Europe

if i say it does

because

'tis worth noting that we went

and dined with the Queen

and Charlie Sheen

and David Beckham

digress you say?

a pang of jealousy perhaps?

very well: moving on

on this blog there are stories

of memories and lessons learned

like our trip to Lucern

like a Sandpoint reverie

and it's incredible photography

and also there are smiles and peeves

and glasses half full

and chicken guts

on this blog there are boys

of which i am one

and though years may keep falling

like autumn leaves

landmarks of life still help me to see

how our imperfect family

fits perfectly for me

I love you mom!

Happy weekend everyone!