One Blog is Never Enough

 

 

 

Welcome to my blog "What a Seagull Never Told You".  It got it's name from a poem I wrote many years ago about looking at the world and life's situations through the eyes of an animal and it's ways of living on this planet.  When I started my first blog I was excited to have a way to share my writing with someone other than my very close friends.  After having it for less than a year I found myself yearning to have another one for more ideas and more posts.  So the next thing I knew I had 3 blogs.  If you click on this link to go to my other blog "Dancing With Elephants".  I don't really have some magnificent reason for wanting 3 blogs other than the simple fact that "one blog is never enough".

Thank you for stopping by.

 

 

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carrielvanhorn@gmail.com

 

I look forward to hearing from you.

Containing the Stars

Courtesy Pinterest

 

 

Linking with Susan's prompt at Mid-week Motif~ Science over at Poet's United

 

 

 

"Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men."

 ~Jean Rostand

 

 

 

 

It has been whispered in my ear yet forever is such a mighty word we use with such frequent casualty flinging it around like a kite on display

with the recklessness of dreamers and earnestness of poets

 

as if we could truly contain the stars in a tin can

 

we chase forever's essence as if it could be caught

 

it has been written before me yet religion is such a fragile word

 

we say with such power

 

shuffling it around on desk tops like legal documents

 

with the harshness of scientists and disregard of fools

 

as if we could truly contain the stars in a tin can

 

we try to see the face of God

 

ignorant to the revelation that we have already seen the sparkle in His eyes.

 

 

 

This is an old poem that I wrote a long time ago, but I felt it fit the prompt so well that  I thought I would re-post it and share it again.  The subject of God and science has always been so controversial.  So many do not agree, and even more just only have faith in what they can see with their own two eyes, and touch with their own hands.  This life is a beautiful mystery indeed, and we are all seekers of the truth, but we learn more when we open up our hearts than when we open up any text book in our reach.

 

 

 

What a Seagull Never Told You

photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness

 

 

The Mag #197

 

This is an older poem I wrote many years ago that was the inspiration behind the name of this blog.....so it seemed fitting to share it from here.  Thank you for stopping by.

 

 

 

"God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest."  ~J.G. Holland

 

 

 

 

What a seagull never told you about why he flies away is the farther up you fly the broader the view you get of the shore you left behind.

What a wild horse never told you is some chained up fences can be jumped.

What a river never told you is getting off the flowing path may mean your whole world may pass you right by.

What a pine tree never told you is those that stand together never fall alone.

What a valley never told you is that sometimes the safest place to wait out the storm is right where you are.

What a sunset never told you is if you leave today behind does not mean you cannot come back and start all over again tomorrow.

What a pigeon never told you is sometimes the thrown crumbs don't come right to us we must go to them.

What a sparrow never told you is the leaver sometimes loses the nest.

What a goldfish never told you is maybe the bowl you are swimming in is just where you were meant to be.



Time Is A Fast Train

The Mag #185

 

"Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror.  It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving." 

 ~Martin Amis, Money

 

 

 

When we were children the world was at our service

and life was a large menu before our eyes.

All the choices were a wonderful entre
and each dish we wanted to try.

Every day was like a train ride
that seemed to move too slow,

Yet with time it gained momentum
and faster and faster it did go.

The places that pass fly faster
like migrant birds in flight.

Everyday seems to grow shorter
as life's chores increase in size.

In time we are all grown up
and the tables seem to turn,

like smoke from the steam engine
where the coals char and burn.

Then the world becomes our master
and we provide it our best seat,

and life's menu gets smaller
that we need glasses to try and read.

For time is a fast moving train
and the conductor we are not.

So passenger of life take the provisions
and in return give it all you've got.

 

Brilliance

Linking with Poets United Wonder Wednesday E=mc2

"There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle;

 you can live as if everything is a miracle."

~Albert Einstein

Brilliance is not a newly cut diamond,

but the glistening eyes of a child so full of hope.

Brilliance is not a scientific theory,

but the enlightening that can occur

in the colliding of two souls.

Brilliance is not an orchestrated opus,

but the deep flutter of the leaves

that only the forest can compose.

Brilliance is not a numeric formula,

but the unmeasurable capacity

of what the heart can hold.

This is a re-post from my other blog.  It fit too well for the prompt for me not to dig in the archives.

Follow Hope's Tracks

Puddle, 1952, M.C. Escher

The Mag #122

"If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?"  ~Robert Brault,

Trudge forward brave soldier with the fearless puddle stomping of a child.
Plow through the sludge like a bulldozer pushing deep into the wild.
Life is messy with plenty of beautiful lessons down many muddy paths.
You can turn around or stop, but what is the use in that?
We are all in a journey that either progresses or lags behind.
The roads we take are opportunities that we can lose or we can find.
So take each step courageously and get back up when you slip and fall.
For life is a big puddle of tests and learning that is meant for us all.



The Gravel and The Paved

Poets United Think Tank #82 "The Road"

"It is not down in any map; true places never are." ~Herman Melville

Each man walks his own road....no one's path is ever quite the same.

All the directions have no map...some ways are gravel, and some are paved.

We learn the way as we go...stumbling over bumps and trouble's rocks.

Its a journey that forms callus feet and hearts....that can either save us or get us lost.

Hope's destination can seem remote and utterly beyond our reach.

Yet, if we read God's road signs.. .....we learn that each course was meant to teach.

A Well Built House,

(Image from Google)

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"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." 

 ~John Ed Pearce

It has been well over 30 years since I set foot in that old house. 

It was torn down years ago, but in my memories it still stands proud.

I step inside it's walls and walk up the creeky stairs to my old room.

I wander through the contents and look out the window at the view.
I can't go back and hear the voices that echo through the halls,
but I can carry the memories with me and never let them fall.

Words of Hope Still Speak

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." ~Martin Luther King, Jr

I wanted to take the time to give tribute to a great man in history on this special day. One of the things that I love about Martin Luther King, Jr is the fact that he was full of so much hope and bravery.  There are few other people that have had such an impact on society.  His words are still being spoken, and will continue throughout the ages.  He certainly is a hero of the past,present, and the future....his many speeches know no time limit.  His dream lives on inspiring us all forward.