You know what, never mind that thought. I have just had a flash of insight. What I am going to do is have you figure out how the poem from yesterday and the one for today can be cohesively tied together to make a smooth flowing explanatory narrative. Do you think that this can be done? Try your hand at it, while I take care of some life situations that have cropped up. I am giving you this tidbit of info to let you know that I am mindful of you and that I appreciate your reading my blog.
If the Lord wills, I will have my blog posted before 9 tonight. That should give me plenty of time. Does that sound agreeable to you?
Poem from Yesterday:
Chopping and building go hand in hand
Whether a metaphysical or literal row here
Or a home in that far away land.
My! My! What a nice juicy plum of a poem for us to sink our teeth of poetic imagery into! You agree? Let's see what you do with this one. Aside - That poetry spans time has often been said. Does the above poem support this statement? How?
New One Today:
To Him be the glory
Tears be done
There is a race
That must be run.
Doing What I Can, While I Can
Alma Jones
Aside: In your interpretation, don't forget to tie the titles in, as well. A nice and juicy task, don't you think? Tee hee See you back on my blog before 9 p.m. Ta ta!
Tie-In Explanation for Today:
Using imagery in writing means attempting to describe something so that it appeals to our five basic senses. In talking about yesterday's poem, I tried to appeal to your sense of taste by describing the poem as a nice, juicy, plum to sink our teeth into. Um, um! I can not only picture that juicy plum but can visualize biting into it. Can't you?
- Chopping, building, running a race and gardening all bring sweating to mind. If you know nothing about gardening, then let me tell you a little about it. Back in the day, before there were any individual garden tillers, life was a bit more rustic in that most small town folks had a garden. That garden provided food for the winter months. For that garden to grow, you had to disk up the soil, break up the clods of dirt so that the soil would hold seed. Then you had to use a hoe and a rake fork (clod buster) to make the soil fine. Then you had to plant the seed. The seed had to be planted deep enough so that the birds could not get to it. You put water in the hole or hill then you covered each hole or row over. Most planting was done in the spring of the year or early summer. You had to get up early to beat the heat. Gnats, ever present, flew around your ears with their singing selves. You had to keep a sweat rag for wiping sweat and swatting gnats. Sometimes you had to give your ears a good hand flapping to get the gnats away from your ears. I am not that much of a gardener, but I do remember some of what I just described to you from working in my next door neighbor's garden when I was a little girl.
- What I just described to you did not sound like fun did it? Well, it was not, let me tell you. It was hot, back-breaking work. Imagine going through all of that to have the crops fail, due to blight, locusts no rain, etc. All of that hard work for nothing. That might bring some tears of frustration. All of that sweating for nothing! That might make you want to throw your hat down and stomp it and say, "Drat!" if you are a man and shed a few tears if you are a woman or do a little of both. All that I just described is representative of the physical garden. You were working so hard to grow that garden so that you could feed yourself and your family as you built a home. "The Bible says that if you do not take care of your family, you are worse than an infidel." Sweating tears, I think. (1 Timothy 5:8)
- Back when our country was young, trees had to be chopped down to build log cabins for homes or sod had to be cut to be stacked just so, to make shanty cabins for the family to live in. Chop the tree/cut the sod to build a place of abode.
- Now you try to live a good moral life by providing for your family and living by the Good Book, right? Why? You do that because you want to go to that better land on the other shore. You know that if you live right, you will die right and get up right to home to live with Jesus. That means that everything that you do down here on this earth is a prerequisite to making it to heaven. In essence, you are doing like the words of that old spiritual song and building on your mansion in the sky. The song says that you are sending up timbers. Sweating and chopping and building go hand in hand, yes indeed! You have to chop some sin out of your life to build toward the future, a home down here for your family and spanning time, a home in heaven for you when all has been said and done.
- We just walked through a lifetime in that part of the explanation for our poetry. In all things, we must remember to give the Lord the glory for all things and remember to wipe our tears and keep our feet planted on the racetrack. Bear in mind that you are trying to make it home to that other shore. This blog was hastily typed and tied together. I hope that it makes sense to you. I was aspiring to meet the nine o'clock deadline that I had imposed upon myself. I trust that yours turned out much better. Still, you have to admit that delving into something as deep as our task for today helps to alleviate some of the stress and strain of life by just providing a mental get-a-way and by reminding us that we are working toward a better home.
Doing What I Can, While I Can,
Alma Jones
Aside - When we get too hot our bodies have a mechanism built in to cool us off, and it is called sweat. When life supplies a little too much heat, and we get too hot mentally and emotionally, our bodies have been designed to alleviate some of the high temperatures of the stress of life by producing tears. Well, isn't that something, sweat, and tears - both being heat -reduction processes. Hmm-m-m. Could you call that sweating tears?
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