"Tis I That Would be Gone"

You've been gone a year and more, I scarce can take it in,

The very life and breath of me is gone, like yesterday. 

For your heart endwelled in mine, as though we were one,

That you be gone and I remain was not for me to say.

For if I chose which one to part and leave the o'her behind

'Tis I that would be gone, and you would write the rhyme.

A sweeter heart ne'er roamed than yours, of this I'm very sure

A better choice to stay was you, and the parting should've been mine.

But not for us to choose our paths and dictate what will be

We are the clay in the potters hands and must just wait to see

Whether our vessel be pure and fine, or flawed and easily broken,

What the Master has designed, will be revealed  to thee.

For life is brief, and though we would extend it for more time,

It's not our choice to make, but ours to take, and live it as we find,

For if I chose which one to part and leave the o'her behind

'Tis I that would be gone, and you would write the rhyme.

In Ghirardelli park in San Francisco Bay

Thoughts on your Birthday

 

There once was a maiden named Chess,

Whose singing would absolute bless,

She'd sing to the stars and bring Heaven 'round,

What a blessing to hear such sweet sound.

She'd play all those keys, both black and white,

Till they filled all the room with delight,

You might say, not one key excluded,

Our heartstrings, of course were included.

"Great is Thy Faithfulness" rings in my ear

Galen joining, would draw angels near,

It is, what it is, I heard someone say,

And it was, what it was, just like yesterday.

A sweet lady

Another old guy

Sir Galen

Written by David Warbritton for Chessene on the occasion of her birthday 2021.

September Flutter-bys

Flutter-bys of September

Waited all summer and no critters on the butterfly bushes. Patience grasshopper, plant it and they will come, in the good Lord's own time. These are from the last three days, which is the first week of September. Sorry there are so many, but there are another one hundred that I didn't post.

My favorites are # 1,4,8,14,17,23 and 29.

Share your favorites in the comments. Hope you enjoy.

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He's got me He's got her and He's got you

 He's Got You

On the day we paid our last respects to the most beautiful lady I've ever met, God sent a marvelous symbol of His love to flutter around  the gathering of old friends and family, as if to say, "Don't look for her here, I've got her now." I think God sends us little assurances to remind us that He is in charge and we need to trust His guidance in everything. 

In the book of James, scripture says that "the trying of your faith worketh patience". In the past year I have become less patience in looking for God's symbol of reassurance. A year ago in August, the butterflies gathered around my garden flowers and reassured my doubts and fears. There is a God, He has her, and He has me. I have not seen a butterfly since Mindy found one briefly on the azalea bush in the front yard last spring.

Everyday when I go to my Four Runner, I take a peek around to the side of the garage  where my 7' tall butterfly bush is thriving. Covered in long drooping limbs adorned with delicate honey-scented blooms that have bloomed all summer. Every day I have been disappointed to see only the willowing bush swaying in the breeze with no critters clinging to the delicate blooms. I am not patient, but I am persistent to sneak a quick glance to the side of the garage.

Yesterday afternoon, in a great hurry to leave for an appointment, I looked to the side anyway and was amazed to see a couple of golden swallow-tail beauties fluttering around the bush. Took me a split-second to decide to run back into the house, go upstairs, remove  the camera from the tripod and dash back down the stairs to try and capture these God-sent beauties. To heck with the appointment. I need not have rushed, the delicate nymphs posed for 10-15 minutes.

Again, in my life, I am reminded that there is a God, He has her, and He has me.