Between the Waters

Last Updated: 9:14 AM GMT on November 08, 2009 — Last Comment: 5:08 PM GMT on October 28, 2009

	And in the end....

Posted by: EarlB, 10:12 PM GMT on November 07, 2009

I suppose it all began a few days ago with the discovery of
a cat hiding amidst the debris that accumulates wherever people
have worked and then moved on. The cat had the look of wild to it,
it kept away at first, it's caution, a necessary trait when trust is
only a sometimes thing.

That caution broke down quickly as a small army of my co-workers
brought a steady supply of tuna, lunch meat, and even crusts of
bread to it.

It's still cold here, even as summer approaches, so, a make-shift house
appeared, insulated with bubble wrap, and a wise cat was quick to move
in. And then, three, week-old kittens moved in! Three old men, hard
of head and hand, but soft of heart, became adoptive fathers and staunch
protectors.

There are a lot of people that are like that cat, in need of love. There
are a lot of people, like the three old men, that have the bigness of heart,
the capacity and willingness to give that love. Love once, love again, then
love some more.

"And, in the end, the love you take / Is equal to the love you make"*

*"The End", P. McCartney

Writer's note: my original intent with was to have a photo of the cats in
their outdoor shelter attached to this blog. I see this morning that the
photo was "Not Outdoors Focused". If you'd like to see that image, you may go
to http://picasaweb.google.com/e.b.frederick/Chile2009# (you might enjoy the
rest of my travel photos there as well).

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Updated: 9:14 AM GMT on November 08, 2009

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	Please Moon, A Prayer

Posted by: EarlB, 12:34 PM GMT on October 28, 2009

Walking alone on streets I was familiar with, I suddenlyfelt that I was lost. If it weren't for the moon...A-spin,I looked for my mapAnd saw that I was lost.Abandoned,Not a beaconTo guide me home.Lost,Old friends gone,New friends yet to be found.Please moon,Hold meUntil I'm home. Here's to new loves and old, warm arms to enfold,I'm a long, long way from home.

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	Tree of Life

Posted by: EarlB, 10:11 AM GMT on October 17, 2009

She asked me, "Poppa, What is love?"And I thought and then said"Love is what you need and want it to be."She thought some and said,"Love is a tree."And I thought that she was so right.And I think of how my tree lookscompared to hers, how they are bothtrees, but so different,About the seasons in which our trees Grow, about how some trees grow straightand true, others, well....Yes, love is a tree.

Tree of Life

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Updated: 3:10 PM GMT on October 23, 2009

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	A Word Before We Go

Posted by: EarlB, 11:53 PM GMT on September 27, 2009

One hundred thirteen words summed up a life of 82 years. A colorphotograph as one final visual reminder, a last day's itinerary for scheduling a farewell in among the other chores. Her last biography didn't tell that she was two when her mother died orthat she was raised by a sister, eleven other siblings and by a hard-working, hard drinking father, that she then raised that sister's children, that she cared for the sick in the family: her mother-in-law and grandmot...

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	Water is Rising

Posted by: EarlB, 1:09 AM GMT on September 13, 2009

Rain has been fallingfor two days now,The dry soil finally quenchedafter the long, hot dry.Ditches, ponds and gutsare running full,Our cup runneth over and over.Three deer just swam by,neck deep in a riverOf green: the soybeans haveswollen to full, too.

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