Liquid Ice Musing: September 2009

Patches of Love - OSI

Posted by Maggie on Saturday, September 26, 2009 | 15 Comments

When I am blessed
To see the colors bright
Appearing in my dreams
In the middle of night

Watching her feed chickens
Seeing on her back
Were the colorful dresses
Made from chicken seed sacks

She was part Indian
Living with pride
Loving the outdoors
Better than the inside

Looking now at quilts
Made by her hand
Thinking of the wisdom
She helped me understand

While she has passed
I see her as before
In patches on the quilts
Of dresses she once wore

My grandmother was short
Yet, stood 10 feet tall
In the eyes of a child
When I was so small

20/20 - OSI

Posted by Maggie on Friday, September 18, 2009 | 20 Comments

Many mostly surviving
Where humans may be
Walking among shadows
Few seldom see

As illusions pass by
In a time surreal
Cloaked in a thick fog
Unable to feel

Like sleep walking
Living in a dream
Where nothing is ever
The way it may seem

Until realities wake up
In the time to be
Where all have visions
With abilities to see

Removing the cloak
Covering the unknown
And each is welcomed
Into their new home

Lord of the Flies

Posted by Maggie on Thursday, September 17, 2009 | No Comments

It's the birthday of William Golding, born in St. Columb Minor, Cornwall (1911). He went to Oxford, published a book of poems, became a teacher. Then he joined the navy and served as a lieutenant on a rocket launcher. He was faced with a huge ethical decision when he learned that he would have to take the ship across a minefield in order to be on time for the D-Day operations. He couldn't decide whether to risk the lives of his men or the lives of all those participating in D-Day who needed their help. Finally, he risked it and made it in time.

Later, he learned that the minefield wasn't real - it was put on a map to fool the Germans. That experience made Golding think about how moral decisions could rest on things that didn't even exist. He thought a lot about ethical dilemmas, and about the horror of war, and he wrote a novel about a group of good English schoolboys whose plane crashes on a desert island, and who descend into the extremes of savage behavior. For the title of the novel, he translated the word "Beelzebub" from Hebrew into English: "Lord of the Flies." The novel was rejected more than a dozen times, but when Lord of the Flies finally came out in 1954, it became a classic.

Living Water - OSI

Posted by Maggie on Sunday, September 13, 2009 | 15 Comments

Written in the bible
There is many a tale
Such as the one Jesus related
To the ones at the well

When he told them
He had water for thirst
Given to all freely
If they followed him first

As he taught many lessons
In example and deed
Concerning all mankind
And their every need

He spoke of living water
As he traveled over the land
Able to quench each thirst
Found in every man

Romance - OSI

Posted by Maggie on Saturday, September 5, 2009 | 19 Comments

If by chance
You meet romance
Causing you to dance
Living in a trance

Few really do behold
Searching for their goal
Sharing their very soul
More precious than gold

Going on a date
Seeking the perfect mate
Sometimes too late
Depending upon fate

We take a chance
After meeting romance
We love the dance
Happy in a trance