Just Deserts


Sunday mornings she arrives at the park long before the sun rises, and with beads in hand she walks the circular track praying. By the time the sun has reached the horizon she is gone. But not this morning. This morning she sits on the bench facing the bay.

Beads of sweat cover her serene face. The heat turning her first pink then red as she sits motionless. Her hands, clasped around her prayer-beads, sit on her lap. Her light blue pashmina folded over the back of the bench gets lifted by the breeze and is lying on the dew-covered grass. Perfect!

She breathes in, and breathes out. Silence.

Picking up the pashmina, and bending over the bench, I ask, “Are you alright?” 

“Are you?” she responds without moving.

Unnerved by her response I recoil a little.

“Scuse me?” 

“You’ve been watching me from those bushes for months. My question is valid whereas your question is redundant. You know I am fine.”  

I gather myself and compose an attitude of confidence, which is the last thing I’m feeling. “Well, if you are alright, I won’t bother you anymore!”

“But you haven’t answered my question.”

Her eyes remain closed and she still hasn’t moved a muscle apart from her lips. Beads of sweat are running down my face. Being a salty old dog I struggle to keep them from stinging my eyes.

“What question?” I ask taking another step back from the bench.

“Come now, playing coy? I asked if you were alright.”

Her unshakable confidence disturbs me. This one is different, but I knew that from the start. There’s something very exciting about her… “Yes, of course, I’m fine! I was just concerned for you!”

“Is that why you have stalked me all these months?”

“Stalked! Now, just a minute!”

“What would you call it then if not stalking?”

“I… I, was simply concerned for a young woman out in the dark by herself. That’s all!”

“So what were you doing out in the dark?”


“Don’t tell me, let me guess, you were taking the night air?”

“Well, yes in fact. I was.”

Without moving her shoulders her head spins to face me. And, even though her eyes are still closed, I can feel her search every cell of my being. I want to run, but I’ve no strength. I feel myself fall to the wet grass and I’m grasping for air. I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Paralyzed I watch as she rises from the bench to stand over me. She must be a hundred feet tall! I can’t protect myself; it’s no use. I’m going to die, I’m going to die!  


Her voice reverberates through me.

“Dominic, these are your last moments on earth. Do you have anything you wish to say?”

I can’t speak. I’m lying on the ground like a dead man, unable to move.  I scream, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  —  Nothing’s coming out of my mouth!  

“What are you sorry for Dominic? For Alana? Betty? Jean? Rose?…”

I watch terrified as she transforms from a beautiful woman to a grotesque monster. She lifts me from the ground, and  like a dog would a bone, crunches down…


An aged heartbroken woman sits knitting while gazing at her daughter’s picture. Her ears perk up when she hears the nightly news begin.

Police are calling the death of a respected local Deacon suspicious. His body was discovered this morning in the same park where a number of young women have been found murdered over the last two decades…’

The old woman rises and lifts the picture of her daughter from the sideboard. “You see Rose, my darling, didn’t I  tell you, God answers prayers?”

Returning to her armchair she opens her bible and whispers, “Lord, protect all your babies, send Evil to hunt down and slay the Wicked this whole world over.  Amen!” 


Evil will slay the wicked…Psalm 32:21a   


Mr. Gruff (Love’s Revenge!)

I have no idea where this came from. I always pray, Lord help me to write what you’d want me to, before I start a new blog post. LOL, no I’m not blaming God for this. I’m just saying!  :-)  Enjoy.



I think I like the things you do

The way you bend and kiss my shoes

And how you carry all my stuff

I think I like you, Mr. gruff


And even though you are a Grouch!

I think I like your sulky pout

And how you grumble when opposed

And even how you pick your nose


Yes, I think I like the way you are

Yes, even when, you’re mouth’s ajar

And you’re spitting words like spears

And swearing you’ll go back on beers


Ac tually… you’re kinda cute! 

Huffing, puffing and storming about

Cause you are just a teddy-bear

That’s getting fat and losing hair!





My Mother is never far from my heart or my thoughts.  This is about her reality. Sorry for being so morose, but I write what’s in my heart when it’s in my heart. On a side note, I can’t get WP to format this properly. It is a four line, four stanza poem.

Headshot in bluehousecoat 


I don’t want to be here

I want to be there

Where mama’s in pain

and awful despair


She can’t lift a finger

Nor stand on her feet

Her efforts a whisper

She no longer speaks


It’s hard to reach over

That ugly divide

Of folk with their faculties

And hers locked inside


And she can’t understand

A thing that they say

So alone in her silence

She withers away.

Father Abraham



From morning’s dawn to evening’s dusk

Father Abraham looks down

He hears the screams of His children’s blood

Resound, resound, resound.

He weeps and tears like rivers flow

As brother murders brother

And his precious little grandbabes fall

In dust beside their mothers

His heart is torn, it’s rent in two

His soul’s torn just the same

And yet his prayers for love and peace

Remain, remain, remain.


“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’ Matthew Chapter 25″

Cotton Candy Clouds – Ajaytao


Sometimes, we just need to look higher. thanks Ajaytao for a wonderful post.

Originally posted on Ajaytao 2010:

Cotton Candy Clouds - Ajaytao

Cotton Candy Clouds – Ajaytao

God writes the Gospel
not in the Bible alone
but also on trees,
and in the flowers
and clouds and stars

It’s wonderful to climb the
liquid mountains of the sky
Behind me and before me
is God and I have no fears

Helen Keller

Cotton Candy Clouds - Ajaytao

Cotton Candy Clouds – Ajaytao

The air up there in the clouds
is very pure and fine
bracing and delicious
And why shouldn’t it be?
it is the same the angels breathe

Mark Twain

You must not blame me
if I do talk to the clouds

Henry David Thoreau

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My Bunny Rabbit

Betsie lay doubled over in the corner of the attic, in exactly the same place Sophie had flung her three years earlier. And, even though she hadn’t moved in all that time, her mind raced. Her daily thoughts were always of the last conversation she’d overheard.

“Don’t you want to take Betsie to the new house Darling?”

“No, this is her house. She stays here!”  

“But Darling, you’ve had her since the day you were born.”

“She’ll only make my new room look grubby, and my new friends will laugh at me if they see her.”

“Oh well, Darling, if you’re sure.”

“Yes Mummy, I’m sure.”  

As the swords of memory tore through her heart once again, the door to the attic squeaked. Being upside down Betsie couldn’t see who had come into the room, but the scent… It was Sophie’s mother!

Slowly the click of heels on bare floorboards came closer, and closer, until they stopped. Great tears fell, splashing the dust from the floor, and her thickly layered back. Then a soft hand gently clasped onto her and lifted her up.

Before she could think, she was cuddled tight and hearing heartbeats as loud as thunder. Tears landed, and soaked through her faded cotton dress.

“Oh Betsie! why didn’t she take you with her? Why did she leave you behind?” Sophie’s mother sank to the attic floor and continued to wipe the dust from the rabbit. “Why did she leave you behind?”

“Gloria! I’ve been looking everywhere!” Mr. Roberts gushed falling to his knees beside his heartbroken wife. “Oh my darling, I was so worried.”

Squashed in the middle of the crying adults Betsie wanted to cry herself.  What on earth has happened, she wondered.

Mrs Roberts held Betsie straight out and looked at her with a love Betsie’d long forgotten existed.

“She cherished this cookie-looking little rabbit. She never went anywhere without it.”

“I know my darling, but all kids grow out of their baby toys, it’s natural.”  

“Yes it’s natural! But why? If she’d had Betsie I’m sure she wouldn’t have…”

“It had nothing to do with dumb toys!” Screamed Sophie’s father jumping to his feet.  “It was those evil little trolls! How can a child handle that kind of pressure? Ten year olds don’t have the maturity to handle that kind of evil.  Friends! FRIENDS?  Evil little bastards! Wish to God we’d never left this house, our baby would still be alive!” He dropped to the floor wailing loudly.

Betsie froze when she heard the words, would still be alive. Sophie’s dead?

Mr and Mrs Roberts finally stood together. Mrs Roberts held Betsie by her hand. “What’s the point?” she asked throwing Betsie back into the corner.

Mr Roberts quickly retrieved the bunny and swiped it clean, “The point is, this funky little bunny, was the last friend on this earth who truly loved her. She’s coming home with us!”

Count On Me, Bruno Mars:



There is a Friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24 Hint? Jesus.       

UPDATED! The Pointing Finger!

UPDATE: Don’t miss the 2 videos at the end of this post. 

Some of you know that one of my favorite books of the bible is the book of Job. I believe there is a deep well of hidden wisdom in that book that even after decades of reading/knowing the story, I haven’t yet gleaned. As I was reading it this morning, and enjoying all the ranting and raving, I realized something. I realized that Job’s rants were all directed at God, well, his three friends also took some flak. Anyhoo, a thought came to me, hmmmmm.

I thought, there’s a revelation! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard Christians and non-Christians alike say, I’m so angry at God!   Shoot, I’ve been angry at God so many times myself down through the years that I’ve lost count. I’ve been so angry that I basically took my ball (church, bible, fellowship) and locked it out of sight in a cupboard; where every now and then, I could take it out and see if, just maybe, things (my feelings) had changed.

I couldn’t understand why He would allow the things that decimate us so, to not only come, but stay such a long time; things that cause us to look up, scream, beg, bargain, and plead over. But as I was reading (and recording) the story of Job this morning I realized what the evil one had done. He attacked Job, He tore Job’s life and soul apart, He murdered Job’s children, and it was He who incited Job to blame God!

There are so many folks in this world angry at God when their anger should be directed toward the evil one. He is the one who wilfully and deliberately causes destruction, pain, and death. Why do we never hear folk saying, I’m so angry at the devil? I believe it is because the deceiver is so skilled in the subtlety of manipulation that we are blind to him.

If we stay angry at God our relationship with Him suffers, and we suffer, and our loved ones suffer.  We suffer the loss of fellowship with the God of the universe because we close the door on Him. We refuse to listen to Him. We don’t want to see Him. We don’t want to trust Him ever again. But, think about this, who is losing out here?  We are! And that’s exactly what the evil one wants. To separate us from our source of strength, hope, joy, peace, and life!

If we have no relationship with the Lord Almighty, we are sheep astray in the dangerous wilderness and wide open to all sorts of prey. The enemy has us exactly where he wants us, alone and right in his line of sight. Beloved, we need to rethink our anger. We need to place it where it belongs, and we need to get back to the loving arms and safety of an intimate relationship with the Lord God Almighty.

He understands our hurts and fears, he understands our anger and frustration, and He also understands our confusion. And as our old friend Job said, after his tete-a-tete with the Holy One, “Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know… My ears had heard of You but now my eyes have seen You. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.” Job 42:  

Now, I don’t believe there’s a need for the dust and ashes bit, but a little repentance for pointing the accusing finger wouldn’t go amiss. And asking, “Are You still there God?” for sure will bring a wonderful response.

How do you deal with your anger toward God?


What Utter Fairy Tales!











What fairy tales these stories be

Where Son of God was hung on tree

To give his life that we’d be free

What utter fairy tales!


They came from fables whispered close

And passed around to uttermost

By folk who needed saving Host

What utter fairy tales!


Yet, how these whispers stayed alive?

Through lukewarm church and evil lies

And stayed intact on every side!

What utter fairy tales?


Two thousand years they’ve travelled on

Dismissed, reviled, and frowned upon

Yet still we hear them loud and strong

These utter fairy tales!


I do believe in fairy tale

Of Hero crucified with nails

To save the lives of all who’d fail

This utter fairy tale!


Something Stinks!


Some of you know that hubby and I take/have taken Dr’s Best Red Yeast Rice for a several years. It is a supplement used to lower high cholesterol. The Red Yeast Rice (RYR) lowered our bad cholesterol to healthy levels, and had no side-effects.

Yesterday I got an email from my supplier stating that Dr’s Best had issued an FDA (federal drug administration) recall of the RYR we used (600mg). According to the Dr’s Best people the FDA found undeclared lovastatin in the RYR they tested. According to Consumer Labs, lovastatin is a naturally occurring compound found in properly made RYR, and nearly all of the RYR products theyve tested contained levels of lovastatin.  But the FDA has determined that no amount of lovastatin in a supplement is legally permitted. 

Where does that leave us? Back in the grubby hands of the big pharmaceutical companies. It means that the only way, apart from healthy eating and exercise, which doesn’t help everyone (hubby eats healthy and works out every day) is prescription statins. Can someone please explain to me how, much more powerful statins are safer than, much less potent, naturally occurring ones? If miniscule amounts of lovastatins are dangerous enough to be pulled from the market; why aren’t much higher amounts more dangerous? Just saying. 

My experience with prescription statins was horrible. I would wake in the morning and feel every muscle and joint throbbing with pain. The discomfort throughout my whole body each day was awful. I decided they couldn’t be good for me and went researching. I eventually found RYR and I’ve never looked back. It lowered my cholesterol to normal range within six months.

Hubby’s cholesterol was worse than mine, and even though he worked-out consistently, and the doc had him on super Omega pills ($400. per month) and he ate healthy 80% of the time nothing lowered his numbers. I convinced him to try RYR and it brought his cholesterol numbers down to normal. And like myself he’s never experienced any side-effects from taking them either.

I’m one who laughs at conspiracy theorists, but folks, I’m beginning to smell a rat. How simple would it be to regulate a level of lovastatin, say 1 or 2 mgs per 600mg capsule, in RYR supplements, pretty simple I think. I understand that RYR is not right for everyone, but reading the warning label on the Dr’s Best RYR bottle covers all the issues the FDA are concerned about. So, why are they pulling this product? Like I said, it’s beginning to stink.

The president of Dr’s Best stated, we could sell RYR with no lovastatin but that wouldn’t help anyone, so we prefer not to sell it at all. Well done FDA! NOT!

For yall’s (FDA, Big-Pharma) information, I’ve no intention on ever going back on statins,; I’ve found that Metamucil  Multihealth Fibre Capsules (1 per day for me) are another great, and healthy, way to lower high cholesterol.

On a wee side note, what does the FDA say about the side-effects of prescription statins? Do NOT stop taking the meds if you experience side-effects. The benefits to your heart are worth the loss of memory, muscle damage, liver damage, and diabetes. Like I said, something stinks!

The Son’s Gift To The Father


A sorry looking jug of clay

Long tossed from here to there

It’s content still sealed tightly

So none perceived it’s wares


It’s lifetime spent in gutters.

Brought many chips and cracks

It’s glaze once bright and shining

Turned an ugly greenish black


Yet, it’s Maker knew what lay within

And how it lost it’s glaze

He’d heard it’s every rattle

As it rolled from place to place


“Enough!” He cried. “The time has come!

For you were made for Glory!”

And this is when the Potter

Started, gently to restore it


He picked it up with loving hands

And brushed away the dirt

He shook his head in sorrow

At the depth of all that muck


A tender tear rolled down his face

And fell upon the clay

The muck began to slip and slide

As tears washed all away


He lifted up the jug of clay

And smiled to see it shine

With pride He held it higher

And boasted, “This is mine!”


Long lost in total darkness

In world so cruel and cold

The precious jug of clay

Still a treasure to behold


The moral of the story

Though old, is ever new

Each jug of clay is precious

Just as, my friend, are you!


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