Between strong legs
I look beyond the porch
waves of snow hemmed in with ice
once I would have savored cold
challenging the white waves
feeling exuberance of youth
I lay down at his feet
soaking in homey warmth
his knowing reflects in my eyes
together we dream by the fire
Today I needed to be warmed from the inside out. As I share this poem with Poet’s Pantry , I take a look into a friend’s eyes whom I dearly miss.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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smiles…i feel your warmth….we got another 5 inches of snow and a 1/4 inch of ice yesterday…its warming up though….the trees are weeping….but time with the pups…that is def warm…a good friend
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Man’s best friend gives all the warmth one can expect without complaints. Great lines Pat!
Hank
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I like your photographs.
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__Memories can so often bring warmth.
this sense
yearning behind the eyes
memories
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warmth of memories and dream…beautiful
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Ah…some friends warm not only the outside…but the soul when life grows cold.
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Very little can compare to sharing the warmth with one’s beloved pup! Hard to remember, after they are gone, but one wouldn’t want the memories not to be.
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Oh Leslie, what a face he had……I so know how much you miss him. I miss Pup every day still, four years later.
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Oh…beautiful, Leslie.
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The way you can miss a beloved pet can be as keen or keener than any human friend.. lovely poem Leslie
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simply beautiful.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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What a sweet face with kind, loving eyes…I know that feeling of missing that friend…..a beautiful poem about this special friend….
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There is a great contentment and thus inner warmth to be gained from the love and friendship with one’s dog and pets. More closely felt when life outside is cold and inhospitable!!
Eileen
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I bet you do! Beautiful friend, and beautiful words.
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They do warm us and share the stages of life…
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‘his knowing reflects in my eyes’ ~ love the phrase, how we get influenced by our pets, in a good way.
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We can bond with many animals but dogs alone have the knack to accept you as leader of the pack.
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a perfect scene against the biting cold. there are hundreds of reasons why dogs are man’s best friend
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Honey warmth is a good place to rest in…gorgeous poem..
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that’s why they are man’s best friend.
your photo of the trees is stunning. 🙂
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Fires can be dreamy places.
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If I was in the North East I would do that.
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Very beautiful!
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The fire, dream, and memories are all creature comforts. We are blessed who have and have had them. Comfort poem.
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Beautiful friend. Lovely face and you can just tell that is a furry ball of love.
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