layers of being

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Layer's of Being #1

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Layer’s of Being #1

sun-drenched bark openings

wind-beaten to the core

stand up tall

extending yourself for more

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Layer os Being #2

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Layer of Being #2

fear not the tear

binding us to one another

outer trappings uncover

the inner core

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Layer’s of Being #3

patching ourselves

with momentary strength

healing scars

choose life-giving blood or hardness

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Layers of Being #4

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Layers of Being #4

sepia colors replenish

the hues of life

the lines and colors

revealing the beauty within

 

 

 

raindrops running

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Southwestern Wisconsin Countryside

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Southwestern Wisconsin Countryside

raindrops running through the riverbend

tripping one over the other

in their memory upon memory

of loss, pain and suffering

 

raindrops running through the riverbend

deep moments of yesterday

loved ones who left

piercing their heart with no return

 

raindrops running through the riverbend

thoughts of things done and others left undone

letting go of the failures of the past

running forward to refresh their soul

 

raindrops running through the riverbend

take courage and go forward

doing better than yesterday

in their longing for tomorrow

 

 

 

 

driftwood we are

"Tired Eyes" Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann c.2015

“Tired Eyes” Photo Credit: c. Jane H. Johann c.2015

according to Norse mythology
the Norse gods, Ask and Embla,
an Ash and an Elm,
were the first two humans 
formed from driftwood...

aren’t we all pieces of greenwood

newly born driftwood

shaped and formed by our experiences

childhood washed over with 

waves of emotions

weathered wind

sun drenched humans

brought into the world whole

parts of us lost

along the journey

trying to make good

reaching for sainthood

in our feel-good way

some of us

becomes deadwood

trying to rid ourselves

of falsehood

parts of us survive

and we  make-good

providing shelter

to each other

living the Talmud

"Growth Spurts" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, c.2015

“Growth Spurts” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, c.2015

gnarled and twisted by life

wellsprings of joy

serendipitous appearance

springwood floods

baptize us

beckoning us onward

and

hopefully

we come out

beautiful

at the end

"Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder" Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann. c.2015.

“Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann. c.2015.

 

 

 

Related Information:http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/

mythology/myths/text/creation.htm

Happy God

Who is this Happy God?

The God who sees all possibilities within you!

The God who loves you as you are!

The God who is there even when darkness is all around you

The God who has no memory but sees you as you are today!

The GOD who holds you in LOVE!

Photo Credit; Jane H Johann, Kiriko, Kenya, East Africa, Abedare Mountain Range, 1976

Photo Credit; Jane H Johann, Kiriko, Kenya, East Africa, Abedare Mountain Range, 1976

Dedicated to Sister Carmen Sammut, a dear friend, who reminded me of this GOD!

Carmen posed this question to me, “Do you think God has a memory?”

Perseverance

it was 5 AM

the sun was beginning to rise through the trees

the birds were singing their tunes

the cardinal perched on the evergreen

the hidden heart of Spring

was sharing its secret with the world

…then the Sun wrapped up early

the birds were gone in a whirl

the charcoal clouds streamed in across the sky

the tears of heaven fell to Mother Earth

drinking in, with questioning eyes

trusting that out of sorrow, life would give birth

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Whatcom Creek: "Lady with an Umbrella"

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Whatcom Creek: “Lady with an Umbrella”

 

airbrush

friends for fifty-two years

then one day

you wake up

and you are airbrushed out of their life

no warning

no hint of friendship lost

did you really know the other

then the memories flood in

you think was it all for naught

you fight for its meaning

its relevance

where did the truth in it lie

how does one just walk away

no explanation

just silence

and once again

we are drawn into the abyss

searching for God to answer

well-meaning people will say

“she is on her own journey,

just leave it be…”

but they are not feeling what I am feeling

the gift that was lost

how did I fail

did I not honor friendship

what happened to loyalty

Jonathan and David is etched in my mind

well-meaning people will say

“get over it…move on”

many are uncomfortable with another person’s sorrow

and, so, I am left alone

until another tomorrow

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 "Bellingham As the Sun Goes Down"...facing the San Juan Islands.

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“Bellingham As the Sun Goes Down”…facing the San Juan Islands.

 

 

 

 

Part III: Tales of Bellingham… Pickett Bridge –Shelter for the Homeless

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 "Sleeping Refuge for the Homeless"

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“Sleeping Refuge for the Homeless”

 

steps of the military are silent now

but those who were among their rank

sleep below the bridge in the winter cold

as their hopes and dreams went blank

Dads and Moms returning, hugging their kids

flags fly high on Independence Day

however, no one knows the face of these vets

but, hey, medals are given with full array

they gave the best of their youthful life

they responded and answered the country’s cry

and now they have no mind left to think

…and so…one by one…once again they die

 

“boots on the ground”

the leaders did cry

But no one understood

No one really knew why

Just that everyone saw

It was not their sons and daughters who died

While under the bridge

The HOMELESS slept

Under the bridge

…the forgotten vet

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 "Shelter for the Homeless"

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“Shelter for the Homeless”

 

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Pickett Bridge was constructed by Major General George Pickett in 1857.  The original bridge was made of wood planks and later replaced with a more modern construction, as seen in the above photo.

I found this blog relating to Pickett Bridge, if you would enjoy seeing what the original bridge looked like, go to this link: https://hamtopia.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/the-bridge-that-george-pickett-built/comment-page-1/#comment-99