Are you eyeballin’ me, Son?
Do you think he’s underfed?
Not ever one day is the same….
Our lives, measured by our actions
did we do justice in our time
were those hungry fed,
those thirsty given drink
whether we welcomed a stranger
and offered clothes to those in need
Our lives measured by our faith
our faith lived out in our lives
how we care for our neighbors
all our neighbors, wherever we may go
all our brothers, our sisters
helping them, all those in need.
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Brought to my attention by Ricki, my number one fan and friend, from the Mighty Optical Illusions site.
Check out these 3D pencil drawings I just stumbled upon! They were done by a Chilean artist who calls himself “Fredo”. He is “just” an ordinary 17-year-old prodigy, who draws objects that look like they’re about to jump off the page! Just by looking at his art, can you differentiate what’s real and what’s not? It takes Fredo anywhere from just 30 minutes, to as much as few months to create a single piece! Though there is no doubt he has been inspired by artists, such as M.C. Escher, Fredo’s art definitely has a modern twist. Some of his drawings feature creepy goblins holding physical objects like a lighter or reaching out of the page for a soda can!
Just one of their pictures:
O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we’ll wander,–
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
She doth comfort me so!
Adam doesn’t look too bright, does he!?
Dangit, I’d have to get a house first!
Boy! Now that is some mess! Did Daddy teach him that?
Come to Daddy!
I made my dear old Mother happy today. We hadn’t talked in too long, because I hadn’t been able to get hold of her new number until now. The family grapevine is a bit slow at times… When she heard me she almost, but not quite, jumped out of her wheelchair for joy. The poor thing had a stroke about fifteen years ago and is currently residing in a home for the retired.
I told her as much as I could tell her without giving her a second stroke, for if she knew what has become of her precious first-born… Much better if I tell a whole cartload of white lies, nuff said! I had imparted to her one piece of information on an earlier occasion, which is the truth and that is for her not to worry, because Ralphie ALWAYS lands on his two feet, whatever happens.
Anyways, back to Mom! She gave me some surprisingly good news about my errant sister, who is finally starting to find herself and she even went on to tell me a secret…(a public one, I’m sure!) At the ripe old age of seventy-three she has managed to get herself a Beau! The gentleman comes to visit her every single afternoon and brings sweet gifts. I shall have to have a word with him about his intentions!
Just kidding, they’re both happy like teenagers and I wish them both the very best. I hope I shall be able to visit some day, to meet the nice gentleman and thank him for the happiness that he has so obviously brought her. Well, Mom told me that I’d made her day and she made mine, so that makes for happy people all round. Here’s wishing all my readers a (belated) sunny Mother’s Day!!!