Fables For Jacob. Now, Mother’s Love Is….

Fables For Jacob. Now, Mother’s Love Is…..

Late Friends and Tiny Reminders

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My late friend gave this joker music box.
I’ll never forget her words as I glanced at the Jack.
She said, “I don’t know why, but I knew I had to get this for you. It reminds me of you. A liitle weird.”
Her death at 57 years of age was too early. And, this music box plays, I’ll go on forever,” oddly on it’s own from time to time.

Thinking of you, CJ.

Our Watchman Night Time poetry for Jacob by Mimsi (Bojenn)

 

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It is

Time to sleep

And
Rest your head

Because
Dreams to explore

Your 
Visions in bed

Even so,

Sleep is nigh

Hear the
Angels whisper

They’re Watching

Your gates

Inviting in 

Elysium’s playground

While your body rests

Sweet dreams

Jacob 

And all his friends

Goodnight sleep tight and don’t let the stars pass you by. 

©2013 Mimsi All Rights Reserved

 

 

Dream 4/3/13

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This isn’t my picture, but if I knew who captured it’s powerful message I would give credit. I love this picture.
Calling it, Gaining Control, Again.

There was traffic
An intersection
A bridge above
Traffic at a light or moving slowly.
A child on a huge horse
Horse out of control
Running with child, an infant and another child on it’s back
The older child couldn’t control
I saw it going down
Very bad circumstance
I, and two other mothers jumped out of stopped cars to help stop the horse
One caught the reins the other two lifted the children off to safety
They were okay
So was the horse
Then, my parked car held up traffic
I got in and drove away after police arrived

This was the dream that awakened me.
Any thoughts?

The King’s Duel

 

 

 

 

 

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The Final Question?

Can the deep insightful King of Clubs

raise the final victory
over the overachieving
game playing
often clever
king of Diamonds?

Swords raised
not a final nod.
Eyes glaring steel blue and hazel green
facial lines fixed
not even a twitch.

Slowly woven like the Earth to the Moon
moving like a dance
made a circlular pattern
on the floors of onyx black

The King of Diamonds
so sure of himself
believed no fight
from the Club herself,

But the Club held dear
the truth in her heart
The Lord Almighty
was there
from the start.

Round and round
so slowly they moved.
The Diamond King’s lips
snarled a smirk
as he spit tw’ord ‘er shoes.

And the King of Clubs
shot darts of fire
her eyes told,
“Hee’za liar!”

The one eyed King
dazzled with diamonds galore

But, The King of Clubs
kept her mind
on the chore.

Over and around
the blades slowly moved
then picked up the pace
without any shoes…

Cling, clang, ding and gwong
the blades met
rangling a song

“All shiny and strong,
the song of a Savior,
That life is a gift
given by Him
and though expect treasure
we don’t always win…”

And so,
The Kings welded
their swords in the air
cutting their skins
and toppling their hair.

No whining
nor whimpering came from the two
but fierce wellbred bickering
whipped whistled twang pue.

The blades never ceased
the clang of the strikes,
faster and harder
beaten the life

Of one Diamond King
and the other a Club
but The Savior stepped in
to straightened their thuds.

Now, it came to pass
that The Diamond King
tipped his hat,
and gave up his crown,
and that; was that.

And The King of Clubs
Surrendered her heart
at a cross
on a hill~
decidedly smart.

For the hill is where
all kings will bow
made not of fools…
but of heroes,
Those, i am’s, of Thou art.

Copyright 2010

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