Friday, March 29, 2013
Haiku Friday: Breakfast
I think breakfast can be the most poetic of meals.
Let's haiku about that today-- tell us what you eat, how it looks, maybe a description of your favorite breakfast ever... here, I will go first:
Pancake House, near home,
Bacon thick as summer heat
Coffee and best friends.
Now it is your turn-- just make it 5/7/5, syllable-wise, and related to breakfast!
Let's haiku about that today-- tell us what you eat, how it looks, maybe a description of your favorite breakfast ever... here, I will go first:
Pancake House, near home,
Bacon thick as summer heat
Coffee and best friends.
Now it is your turn-- just make it 5/7/5, syllable-wise, and related to breakfast!
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A Second First Communion
As my prayers for all are to enjoy the blessings of Passover and Easter, I ask your generosity in allowing me to recount a special moment I shared in yesterday.
The ‘Story of New Christine’ that the Professor posted last September came full circle after an unexpected meeting with a young mother and her ten year old son at a cemetery last summer. Cole is Nikki’s biological son and he and his step-sister Emily received their ‘First’ Communion last evening in a small church named Faith Lutheran. A ‘First communion’ for Emily and a ‘Second’ for Cole.
Cole’s mother, a devout Lutheran, had upon marriage, graciously consented to have their children baptized and raised in the Catholic faith of her husband. Cole’s father’s struggles with alcoholism and a bi-polar condition brought a premature end to his parent’s marriage. Although entrusted to the care of his mother, young Cole, in the Catholic tradition, received his First Communion at an earlier age.
Upon his mother’s remarriage a year and a half ago, a new blessed, blended, Lutheran family was born and Cole has two more sisters. Emily, the older of the two, is in the same grade and seven months younger than he. This winter as Emily and their friends from Cole’s new church began First Communion classes, Cole asked his mother (and Sunday school teacher) if he was permitted to take classes and receive, once again, the Eucharist with them as brothers and sisters in faith. That wonderful day was celebrated last evening and they shared that blessed moment with me. . .
Tears filled my eyes knowing a young man considered the fellowship in Jesus with his ‘new’ sister and his ‘new’ parish friends and not the name above a church’s door, as the invitation to the Lord’s banquette table – an invitation also offered to each one of us. Cole’s example demonstrated God’s love is unconditional and poured out for all.
As we reflect upon Jesus’ suffering underway this moment and the new life and Joy promised through His Resurrection, I ask that the example of Cole and the children and young adults we are blessed to have as part of our families – part of God’s family on earth – are also celebrated in our midst. There is so much their love can teach us. . .
God’s Blessings to each of you during this most Holy Season. . .
As my prayers for all are to enjoy the blessings of Passover and Easter, I ask your generosity in allowing me to recount a special moment I shared in yesterday.
The ‘Story of New Christine’ that the Professor posted last September came full circle after an unexpected meeting with a young mother and her ten year old son at a cemetery last summer. Cole is Nikki’s biological son and he and his step-sister Emily received their ‘First’ Communion last evening in a small church named Faith Lutheran. A ‘First communion’ for Emily and a ‘Second’ for Cole.
Cole’s mother, a devout Lutheran, had upon marriage, graciously consented to have their children baptized and raised in the Catholic faith of her husband. Cole’s father’s struggles with alcoholism and a bi-polar condition brought a premature end to his parent’s marriage. Although entrusted to the care of his mother, young Cole, in the Catholic tradition, received his First Communion at an earlier age.
Upon his mother’s remarriage a year and a half ago, a new blessed, blended, Lutheran family was born and Cole has two more sisters. Emily, the older of the two, is in the same grade and seven months younger than he. This winter as Emily and their friends from Cole’s new church began First Communion classes, Cole asked his mother (and Sunday school teacher) if he was permitted to take classes and receive, once again, the Eucharist with them as brothers and sisters in faith. That wonderful day was celebrated last evening and they shared that blessed moment with me. . .
Tears filled my eyes knowing a young man considered the fellowship in Jesus with his ‘new’ sister and his ‘new’ parish friends and not the name above a church’s door, as the invitation to the Lord’s banquette table – an invitation also offered to each one of us. Cole’s example demonstrated God’s love is unconditional and poured out for all.
As we reflect upon Jesus’ suffering underway this moment and the new life and Joy promised through His Resurrection, I ask that the example of Cole and the children and young adults we are blessed to have as part of our families – part of God’s family on earth – are also celebrated in our midst. There is so much their love can teach us. . .
God’s Blessings to each of you during this most Holy Season. . .
In Paris this girl
Smears butter jam on croissant
Sips cafe au lait.
She walks in the rain
Smells violets rhyming jazz
With rose.Old men smile.
Venus in the Louvre
Gives her notions passionfire
She breakfasts on Seine.
He wants to paint her.
"I have no money," she lies.
She feeds him apple.
Smears butter jam on croissant
Sips cafe au lait.
She walks in the rain
Smells violets rhyming jazz
With rose.Old men smile.
Venus in the Louvre
Gives her notions passionfire
She breakfasts on Seine.
He wants to paint her.
"I have no money," she lies.
She feeds him apple.
# posted by 
: 6:51 PM
: 6:51 PM
Listen,Osler--
Geoff once served Pabst and
Cigarette butts for breakfast
Way to court lady!
Fraises,champagne and
Brioche,beurre, cafe au lait
Are foreign to Geoff.
Geoff.You suck.Romance?
You wouldn't know it if it
Bit you in the ass.
Geoff once served Pabst and
Cigarette butts for breakfast
Way to court lady!
Fraises,champagne and
Brioche,beurre, cafe au lait
Are foreign to Geoff.
Geoff.You suck.Romance?
You wouldn't know it if it
Bit you in the ass.
# posted by : 12:32 PM
: 12:32 PM
You,are no lady,
Sally! Your lingerie had
Holes. Smelt like garlic.
Just to show gentle-
Manliness,come over for
Beans and Burnt Coffee.
Happy Easter,Sal!
Sally! Your lingerie had
Holes. Smelt like garlic.
Just to show gentle-
Manliness,come over for
Beans and Burnt Coffee.
Happy Easter,Sal!
# posted by : 12:40 PM
: 12:40 PM
Toast like a raft floats.
Apricot jam seals it,sweet,
In bowl: hot latte.
Mama clucks in her robe
And produces a boiled egg.
Oranges on sill.
We sit in the sun's
Kitchen,warmed,ink brown eyes are
Opening slowly.
Soon we begin our
Going.Meandering,yet
Always together.Yes!
Apricot jam seals it,sweet,
In bowl: hot latte.
Mama clucks in her robe
And produces a boiled egg.
Oranges on sill.
We sit in the sun's
Kitchen,warmed,ink brown eyes are
Opening slowly.
Soon we begin our
Going.Meandering,yet
Always together.Yes!
# posted by : 1:10 PM
: 1:10 PM
Magdalene rose to
An icy moon at two,then
She remembered: Dead.
He was dead.She had
Seen it. Eyes closed,body limp.
Rubyred speared form.
A jar of spice bought
Dearly dignity in death.
Matzos,her breakfast.
A sip of water
From another jar.Hurried
To meet the others.
The sound of sandaled
Feet,He would not hear lying there.
Such Light! Angels.What?!
No Lord,just linen.
Wailing pierced tomb.He is not
Here.Risen! Risen?
By lilies,He Was!
Skin,breath,eyes,voice.Real.Oh!
Embrace.Heart explodes.
This changes it all.
The game goes,an always love
Encircles all.Come!
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An icy moon at two,then
She remembered: Dead.
He was dead.She had
Seen it. Eyes closed,body limp.
Rubyred speared form.
A jar of spice bought
Dearly dignity in death.
Matzos,her breakfast.
A sip of water
From another jar.Hurried
To meet the others.
The sound of sandaled
Feet,He would not hear lying there.
Such Light! Angels.What?!
No Lord,just linen.
Wailing pierced tomb.He is not
Here.Risen! Risen?
By lilies,He Was!
Skin,breath,eyes,voice.Real.Oh!
Embrace.Heart explodes.
This changes it all.
The game goes,an always love
Encircles all.Come!
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