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Still Counting the days – But also writing poems and painting


I do not want to loose momentum. I want all of us to keep our ears and eyes open. I want us to continue to ask the pertinent and relevant questions. The answers to those questions that matter to us individually and collectively for the good of all. I cannot stress enough the importance of keeping informed. Read critically and look for accurate and credible sources. This is just my sincere advice. I speak as an educator, mother, grandmother and simply an American who cares about what happens to our beloved country.

In the meantime, I want to write and paint because these activities help me cope and melt my worries away a little.

Painting and Poem Melba Christie

Passions flow

hearts beat with empathy

Perhaps a hopeful tomorrow

What Confusion?


What Confusion?

Who gets confused these days?

Everything is so true, so clear.

Why would you be confused my dear?

Is what I see real or not?

Why would I rather sleep on a cot?

Are words that hate really love?

Are facts alternative you think?

Today if it weren’t for poetry

Life would really stink?

 

What Shapes Us


“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.”                       
                                                                                                 – Thoreau
What Shapes Us
This law I believe applies to all things live.
Can we all be glorious spangles?
Perhaps not. Perhaps yes.
I hope yes!
Are we capable of seeing the connection?
Can we try harder?
Can we open our eyes a little wider?
I hope yes.
The same law shaped our hearts.
When tragedy hits, we feel the hurt of others.
What shapes us is not a mystery;
It is divine.
It is intentional.
You, me,
all of us
shaped in the same way.
Can you dig it?

Sunflowers


image   Painting by Melba Christie (c) 2015

Sunflowers

Sunflowers speak

A different language

That no other flower can

But when they speak to me

Somehow I understand

 

They stand tall in attention

listening very  carefully

To the songs of the angels

singing gleefully

their message is to spread your love

completely and openly

as often as you can.

This is why I try to paint

Sunflowers like Van Gogh

Although they may be a little rough

I know one thing is for sure.

I follow through with the message

Sunflowers were  created to make.

Love is the most important thing in life

Make no mistake.