My well may have run dry for culling up childhood farm memories. As a child, before responsibilities only an oldest girl of seven children can know, my whole world was the farm.
I build up immunity by choking on feather dander in the chicken coop. I walked the board fence surrounding the stinky corral, and then cooled off in the fuzzy green algae dotted tank the cattle drank from. I got kicked by milk cows and whapped across the face by their stringy fly-swatting tails. And I tried to avoid the huge walrus-like brood sows.
Away from the smell and the meanness of Dad’s livestock income that also put food on our table, I came to life in the pasture. My pasture tales were shared here early-on. The farm animals kept company with jackrabbits, prairie dogs, badger, coyote, fox, pheasant, and quail.
I realized my smallness compared to the vast blue expanse of the sky, where rainbows exhibited God’s caring promise, thunderclouds rolled, tornadoes funneled, and the northern lights danced.
Barefoot, I ran into cow pies, Texas sandburs, hot sand, dry mud, and myriad rusty nails around the buildings. Through my imagination I sailed the seas, roamed the prairie like a cowboy, kicked up my heels and sang like a saloon girl. Purple, pale blue, white, and yellow wildflower colors drew me near while slight breezes whispered angel wings against my skin.
And I thrived. Alive.
Now?
I’m pensive, thanks to Covid-19, government mandates, and all the turmoil surrounding the upcoming election.
Due to pain, my latest writing project is still a work in progress as I long for the first draft to turn cohesive. But good always comes out of what we view as bad while we’re going through the waiting times of life. I’ve learned to write something new. My own psalms.
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My Everywhere God
7-28-20
by LoRee Peery
I see you in the vast blue sky
The clouds that only move with Your breath
I see you in the wingspan of a great blue heron,
The iridescent wings of a firefly.
You paint the red on a cardinal’s breast,
Dot the blue on a swallowtail’s wings;
Brush the blush on a hibiscus bloom
Wave a fern frond with a whisper.
I see you everywhere, God, in the
Creation You’ve surrounded me with.
I revere You, sing your praises, and
Shout Your greatness in all the earth.
I build up immunity by choking on feather dander in the chicken coop. I walked the board fence surrounding the stinky corral, and then cooled off in the fuzzy green algae dotted tank the cattle drank from. I got kicked by milk cows and whapped across the face by their stringy fly-swatting tails. And I tried to avoid the huge walrus-like brood sows.
Away from the smell and the meanness of Dad’s livestock income that also put food on our table, I came to life in the pasture. My pasture tales were shared here early-on. The farm animals kept company with jackrabbits, prairie dogs, badger, coyote, fox, pheasant, and quail.
I realized my smallness compared to the vast blue expanse of the sky, where rainbows exhibited God’s caring promise, thunderclouds rolled, tornadoes funneled, and the northern lights danced.
Barefoot, I ran into cow pies, Texas sandburs, hot sand, dry mud, and myriad rusty nails around the buildings. Through my imagination I sailed the seas, roamed the prairie like a cowboy, kicked up my heels and sang like a saloon girl. Purple, pale blue, white, and yellow wildflower colors drew me near while slight breezes whispered angel wings against my skin.
And I thrived. Alive.
Now?
I’m pensive, thanks to Covid-19, government mandates, and all the turmoil surrounding the upcoming election.
Due to pain, my latest writing project is still a work in progress as I long for the first draft to turn cohesive. But good always comes out of what we view as bad while we’re going through the waiting times of life. I’ve learned to write something new. My own psalms.
~~~
My Everywhere God
7-28-20
by LoRee Peery
I see you in the vast blue sky
The clouds that only move with Your breath
I see you in the wingspan of a great blue heron,
The iridescent wings of a firefly.
You paint the red on a cardinal’s breast,
Dot the blue on a swallowtail’s wings;
Brush the blush on a hibiscus bloom
Wave a fern frond with a whisper.
I see you everywhere, God, in the
Creation You’ve surrounded me with.
I revere You, sing your praises, and
Shout Your greatness in all the earth.
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