Lo, the sweet home lights are burning
They are burning clear and bright,
They twinkle and they beckon:
“Come home this cold, dark night!”
I see their beams not far away
Across the snowy sea
But alas, my car is anchored here
At driveway’s end, unfree —
The shovel, it doth twist and scrape
At waves of ice and snow
How long the van will sit here
I confess, I do not know.
The month of February 2019 has gifted Minnesotans with 31.5 inches of snow!
I sat in a heated car, thinking up this poem, while my dear son shoveled us out.
(There was only one shovel.)
On January Two, I know what to do —
I’ve got resolutions ~ the year is brand new!
My diet will start and miles will be walked
I’ll dust off the weights and the scale will be shocked
I’ll stop biting my nails, stop checking my phone
will be matched, each one with its clone;
I’ll start on the taxes and organize rooms
Spiders? Homeless! — when I’m done with my broom.
I’ll read meaty books that challenge my brain,
I’ll cut down on coffee & from sugar abstain,
I think I can do it, it’s not so absurd…
….but I’ll be ready to quit on January third.
© Lisa M. Luciano 2018
Pixabay, Shutterstock and Unsplash: Kristopher Roller
New Year’s Resolution-making: one of your traditions? Do you make them? Do you keep them? What are your goals for 2019?
Reposted from Betty Jo’s site: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/47394897/posts/10105
When I tiptoe into
Betsy’s Deep Valley home
Or Laura Ingalls’ dugout
Long-Ago and Right-Now
Mix inside my heart
like oil and water
These treasures are surprises,
artifacts in Betsy’s cellar
or a forgotten
slate pencil lodged
Within the banks of Plum Creek.
I grasp ghosts
Snugly trapped in time —
Forever bound in
I see Betsy and Laura —
They are as close as the Big Hill
And the ripples of Plum Creek —
But as far away as the moon.
© Lisa M. Luciano
Today we visited the childhood home of Maud Hart Lovelace, who wrote the Betsy-Tacy book series. Mankato Minnesota — July 2018
Inspired by the Betsy-Tacy tour and because I also felt this when visiting Walnut Grove years ago (even though I was dressed in calico and a sunbonnet.)
Does anyone else feel a bit of magic and melancholy when visiting the historic place of a favorite person? Comments welcome 🙂
Word Prompt of the Day:
Love is like water
Or scarce —
Sourced in Someone.
Gushing past you
Sometimes sprinkling its spray
Ignore it —
Or drink up,
In this is love, not that we have loved God but that He loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
--I John 4:10
Children cry, laugh, and rage;
Children express thoughts.
Grownups suppress them.
Children hug their best friends.
Grownups sip coffee across tables, asking polite questions.
Children love without fear and believe what seems impossible.
Grownups love guardedly, and believe only what they see.
Children embrace life,
And grownups fear death.
“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 18:3-4
The evidence shows on our faces.
Our teeth have been busy,
The bills make us dizzy,
(But we’d rather have teeth than blank spaces.)
I guess it’s worth a few tears
To maintain these choppers for years,
A quality smile
Should last for a while,
Ignore teeth and they’ll disappear.
“We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”
unsplash-logo Erick Tang
There is a
in being the skier who stumbles
and causes the chairlift to halt
being the forgetful shopper at the end of the checkout
who left her wallet in the car
being the driver of the car
that chooses to stop
in the middle of
(c) Lisa M. Luciano
S ludgy sin pools lurk – trying to
L ure me into leaving the God I love —
U nthinkable! Why choose sludge puddles over the
D eliciously clear, sparkling, flowing, living water that
G race supplies and God gives to His children
E very day through His Word?
Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirst, let him come to me and drink…” John 7:37
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let that goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
from the hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Daily Word Prompt:
I looked up the word of the day, as I always do
(even though the word was
I looked up its synonyms and its antonyms
(there were no opposites.)
While browsing, I noticed an opportunity to click on something
(which I hardly ever do.)
There were six words to avoid in writing
(and, I guess, in speaking.)
For my own reminder, I will list them here:
And, just so I don’t neglect the
word of the day,
here is a poem about the word
It’s inspired by one of my favorite poetry books:
, by Mary O’Neill. Hailstones and Halibut Bones
Child of red and yellow,
This unrhymable and eccentric
Shines in the spotlight of
Sports team colors
And blaze orange
A juicy-fragranced color
Like no other.
© Lisa M. Luciano 😊 2017
Boris Smokrovic: Butterfly
Clarisse Meyer: Pumpkins