Sometimes And Maybe

Sometimes, if you listen,
then sometimes you will hear
the sometimes birds that sing their song,
sometimes, into your ear.

And maybe, if you look,
then maybe you will see
the maybe flies that float around
so very merrily.

~~by Ranguvar

The Shadow

The Shadow
by Ranguvar, formerly known as Padme


The sun is bright, the sky is light.
So why does it feel like night?
It is the middle of the day
So why does this spot look so gray?
Over there, everything is warm and jeweled;
Over here, everything is dark and cool.

I will never understand
How day and night work hand in hand.
And if, I think, I even tried
To know how they work side by side
My brain would burst!
It's so complex!
Oh, great, now I am quite perplexed!

These works that I can't figure out,
Why, they just make me want to shout!
I guess that I will end my rhyme
As the little child, confused with time.

By The Brook in the Meadow

By the brook in the meadow
There's a marble path

That leads to a gate

That never hath

Opened its bars

Of jewels and gems

To show the world

The special Cerlems.

The world of Cerlem

Is an interesting one

Where day's light is moon

And night brings the sun.

Where giants so small

Play with elves that are tall

And the roofs are the roots

And heads rest in boots.

There are clouds in the river

And grass in the sky.

The birds walk on land

And puppy dogs fly.

And if all of the tales

That I say are true,

Then the one of Cerlem

Must be, too.

~~a poem by Padme, hereafter referred to as Ranguvar

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

This is a poem Padme just finished memorizing. She selected it herself.

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveler to the shore.

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

----Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

So who, do you suppose, is the traveler? And where is he going? Why does he never return to the shore?

Disturb Me

Disturb Me

Disturb me Lord to see the plight of millions,
Homeless, starving and fighting for life each day.
Disturb me Lord when I complain about my lack
When I have no idea what lack really is!

Lord, disturb me, so that I can see past myself
And venture forth being Your hands and feet.
Help me to dream big dreams only You can bring to pass.

Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst for the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity,
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back the horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future in strength, courage, hope and love.

~~~Sir Francis Drake

The Pigzal

There once was a Pigzal,
part pig and part weasal.
He slept all day
and his name was Diesel.

He had a sniff,
he had to blow.
He blew so hard,
he blew up snow.

The snow was pink,
and his hair was, too.
And, if you ask me,
he smelt like goo.

The goo was green
and so was the cat.
And, I'm sorry to say,
she was stuck to his back.

----by Padme

Little Lamb of God

Little lamb of God,
Little lamb of God,
Little lamb of God.

You were born a lamb
And I was born a child.
He was both.
We are blessed.

Little lamb of God
Do you know how blessed you are?
To be a lamb is great.
To be a lamb is great.

~~Posted by Lil Yoda

A Child Talks of God

Accountability request: I have attempted a couple of blogs in the past, but never seem to find the time to keep them up and, alas! they find their way onto the list of Things I Intend To Do Someday.

Well, someday is now. Er, again...

Anyway, this blog is entirely different, because this blog was inspired by my sweet youngest daughter, Lil Yoda, who wrote a poem about God and wanted to share it with the world. So here it is:


I love God so much.
He was the one who took the evil
And put them in prison.
He was the one who amazed the Israelites
And turned them back to Him.
He was the one who calls Himself a Lamb.
He died for us.
He L-O-V-E loves us.

He was the Preacher/Pastor/Teacher.
Some people still think He is too old
To do things He used to do.
But he is not.
He made all of us.
He loves us.

He made the animals.
He loves US.

Have joy.