Two Roads

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Dusty

Each particle of dust
gathered
gradually on a shelf.

There they sit.

No 
wiping can remove...

No 
blowing can diminish...

No
water can wash away
the intensity
that,
put all together,
they create.

They cover the shelf
in a haze...
like memories do
my mind.

And, I, myself
am the room
the shelf sits in.

Quietly...
Calmly...
Dusty...

Thursday, December 23, 2010

My Christmas...

  When I was a little girl Christmas had a certain meaning, taste and feel. Snow and cold were usually there. A family party, Christmas shopping, turkey dinner, Christmas Eve Church service, and even Subway, all meant that Christmas was coming. I always knew what Christmas was really about, and loved singing Christmas carols. The mixed smell of pie and pine tree, or a yummy candle were always around as well. I never believed in Santa, but I saw him all around every year. And if there was enough snow, sledding was the best thing to do before or after or on Christmas day...especially since I didn't have to do school! I have fond memories of my childhood Christmases. They're special, they're a treasure. I remember being in a Christmas play one year when I was six or seven and how much fun I had. Pizza Hut for dinner before picking out a tree was something I loved...it meant I could have pop!


  There are lots of good memories in there...but this year I find myself comparing. The taste and feel are so different now. When someone says Christmas, the first thing that pops into my head is not snow or presents. It's not even a tree. I see great mounds of ripe, sweet tangerine's, and piles of sugar cane. PiƱata's, the rush to finish up the Christmas play preparation, and lots of good hot punch are what come to mind. Turkey dinner, and the tree, are still there. But I have forgotten snow...if it were to snow here everyone would freeze...it would be awful! The cold winter frosted mornings and nights are enough around here. I don't dream of a white Christmas. I envision a bright, clear day with just enough chill in it to need a long sleeved shirt or a sweater. I see stall upon stall downtown filled with sparklers and "onions", and hear the grating music of Christmas lights. I see huge manger scenes in restaurants, on the street, or in the Catholic Church. And I see my Church. I see its stage. And I remember my very first Christmas I ever spent here. All of it. I can see year after year, and play after play acted out on that stage, but the first one...the first one is the dearest and the clearest.

  God has given me so much. And while I remember the biggest gift He gave me this year the same as the others...I remember everything else He's given me since then. I was given a toilet plunger as a joke one year (please don't ask why). Needless to say I didn't love that present. But as strange as it sounds, I'm thankful this year for all the toilet plungers that God has given me, in other words, all the presents I didn't want or enjoy, but needed. I've used that one many times, and it's been a great help. And so have all the others. We can ask for what we want, but it won't necessarily be what we need. Thankfully, God loves us. He puts us where we are for a reason. He lets things happen to us for a reason. Thankfully, He hasn't given me everything I've wanted, but much more than that. He's given me gifts that I didn't want or even like, because He knew I'd need them later on. And thankfully He continues to do so.


Merry Christmas everyone! Love you all!

~Ellen

Friday, December 17, 2010

It Still Remains...


Many dreams we've dreamed away
they've faded, then come back again...


Conversations, long at night
serious, lovely, bright and deep...


Silliness, never failing to appear,
cheer up, and fade again...


The horror, trying to defeat
all love and friendship there might be...


Yet there it is, it still remains
a tested love of friends, of sisters...

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Picture


Peace in turmoil
so undeserved...

Company in loneliness
so lovely...

Laughter in tears
so surprising...

Calm in fear
so reassuring...

Beauty in pain
I never expected to see...

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Gateway to Your Heart

It's in that moment
when push comes to shove
when you're standing on the edge
where your legs begin to bend
where hate turns to love.
There's a gateway to your heart
It's called the human mind.
Through it all things must enter
In it all things are weighed.
The garbage can that is my mind.
And it trembles, oh so much
standing on that edge
receiving that gentle shove.
Its filth cannot understand
cannot grasp or withstand
the beauty placed before it.

Friends...

  I have many friends. Yes, despite being home schooled, I have many friends. Can you believe it?! ;-D And they're all different. Some are shy, others outgoing. Some weak, others strong. Some quiet, others very loud. Some crazy, others "normal". Some give me so much...much more than I deserve. Others, I'm told, are given much by me. Either way, they're still my friends. But it's not about how much you get, it's about how much you give. It's not about how well the gift is received, it's about the sincerity of the gift being given, and the honesty of the love. We may be doing something, or giving something, but why?
 

  God created us for relationship, but He didn't give us life with the expectancy that we would return His love. He gave it knowing full well that we would reject Him. And yet the key here is that He still gave it. He loved us from the beginning, despite how and who we are. Shouldn't our actions reflect His when His Spirit dwells within us? He has called us friends, yet how much more does He give us? How often do we fail and sin against Him? There's so much I could say and philosophize about. But I won't. It would ruin the flavor of words, and detract from all thoughts. I'll leave you with a couple quotes though and a few questions.
 
  "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude or self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..." 1 Cor. 13:4-8a
 
  "Love alters not when it alteration finds..." William Shakespeare
 
  "Love = An intense feeling of deep affection." Dictionary
 
  What is love?
  Does our human understanding measure up to the fullness of this word?
  Does love alter, or is it intimacy that alters?
  Does love discipline, punish, and even let go of another?

I know my answers to these questions. Do you know yours?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Invisible

Invisible people
feeling much
and saying little
they smile
then laugh
then slip away
to cry
fading
from memory
invisible.

Look around
do.
you.
see.
them?