Morning Friend,Please note and relish, these exquisitely simple, and simply beautiful words which preface this morning's MUSINGS...."Tis Spring....when a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of romance."Loosely paraphrased, these words of the immortal Victorian age poet Lord Alfred Tennyson have always been my "mantra" when the annual "restlessness", "amorousness", "excitability", "frenetecism", and other symptoms associated with Spring Fever inevitably overtake me.Not that romance is "out of season" at any other time of year, but when Spring finally arrives, especially after a particularly long and brutal Winter, there's just something extraordinarily sensual, transformational and inspirational in the very atmosphere itself......the soft fragrant earth emerging coyly like a sleepy siren from beneath her tattered quilt of snow......the sun's burgeoning light bears life-giving warmth and soul-stirring length to the days ever exploding into color......sinuses long congestedly compromised cast headlong into a tangy exotic breeze of savory scents long remembered......heavy blood thickened by the snails pace of a winter heartbeat swiftly melts into torrents of a pheromone-frothed broth......the landscape basks in flesh and feminine form emerging from the timeless dance of a thousand knitted veils ( and toques)......the shimmering sun smites into smithereens the long shadow of winter's night......perennial plans, dormant dreams and slumbering ambition awaken irritably like dusty, hungry bears......a bloom-covered hillside stretches skyward like a playground slide upon which children and angels frolic alike......into the bare chambers of the silent house that is my heart comes a symphony, into the deadened lobes of the empty house that is my mind comes truth, into the lonely realms of the condemned house that is my spirit comes God, and with them is the giddying sweetness and light of Love in Springtime...What I lack in Lord Byron's simplistic style, ( besides his inimitable TALENT?), I DO tend to over-compensate with a certain adjectival abundance bordering perhaps on loquacious aplomb ?I might have done well with...."Tis Spring, and I am FREE ! ( again). "love tImMy :/ (1365)
My Love For You by Timothy Gerald Franklin Lawrence
is bigger
than a shoe
The End
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Look after yourself...without health
you are of no use to anyone.
If I owned this company,
would I hire someone like me?
THREE Angels!
Angela, Ash & Janelle
Ab's ( REALLY GOOD) Joke of the WEEK!
A great example of Flawless Male logic —
This is a conversation between a husband and his wife. Please note that she asks five or six questions which he answered quite simply; but, then she is speechless after answering only one question.
Woman: Do you drink beer?
Man: Yes.
Woman: How many beers a day?
Man: Usually about three.
Woman: How much do you pay per beer?
Man: $5.00 which includes a tip (this is where it gets scary!).
Woman: And how long have you been drinking?
Man: About 20 years, I suppose.
Woman: So a beer costs $5 and you have three beers a day which puts your spending each month at $450. In one year, that would be approximately $5400, correct?
Man: Sounds Correct.
Woman: If in 1 year you spend $5400, not accounting for inflation, over the past 20 years puts your spending at about $108,000, correct?
Man: Again, sounds about right.
Woman: Do you know that if you didn’t drink so much beer, that money could have been put in a step-up interest savings account and after accounting for compound interest for the past 20 years, you could have now bought an airplane?
Man: Could be true. Do you drink beer?
Woman: No.
Man: Where is your airplane?
for Kenneth Mayo
Hope AND SWIM !
When I fall into an ocean, I know with certainty
That I am wet and startled will at once be plain to me
But will I sink or will I swim...to the depths or to the shore?
Perhaps a log will come drifting by, or a boat out on a tour?
I could hope as I was sinking, but I’d still drop to the floor
And hoping would I be, for logs and tour boats evermore
So I think I’ll set my sights on land and give my legs a kick
And stroke though I am weary, my decision will I stick
While Hope sustains the helpless whose outlook is often dim
Hope also fuels the Faithful, giving Strength to those who swim
So even if I falter against this fearsome tide of health
The shores of my fulfillment rise beneath me in my stealth
I’m hopeful for the strength and the courage not to give in
I thank the Lord for Faith and my resolve to hope AND swim!
My prayers and God’s Blessings be with you my friend!
Timothy Lawrence
Abraham Stainer Esq.
a.k.a. "Ab"
Tinker-Timmy & Friends
Jan'l. Angeela, Ash and Ab
Monday, March 16, 2009
'Tis Spring - 27
Life Stories
The end of life…is not!
It is the end of a Chapter in a Grand, Spiritual, Novel !
These chapters called “life”, are enriching, engrossing
narratives of one’s earthly adventures.
In them, are an abundance of supporting characters and
supplementary plot elements, often curiously overlapping
and mysteriously intertwining.
Their length and depth varies from person to person;
from protagonist to protagonist.
Some people who have “died” in chapters ended many years
ago, are still quite “alive” today!
Their SPIRIT; their influence, their charisma, their wisdom,
their character, their enthusiasm, their joy, their ESSENCE....
continues to fill the “life pages” of all they’ve touched.
Their frail and finite physical chapter is ended, but the richness
of their story flourishes, and enhances God’s Novel!
Like timeless passages, indelibly marked in our hearts and
memories, to be re-read and forever treasured….
their lives never truly “end”!
When through God’s Mercy, the earthly narrative of someone
we love, ends….their life does not!
And for that, we are truly blessed!
* Dedicated with gratitude and love to the enduring Spirit of all who transcend fear and inspire faith by truly living God’s gift of life to the fullest!! T.L.