SIBERIAN FOREST CAT TEYLA Berlin wall came down and Teyla was free to roam She likes her freedom
Banished from the Garden
I was banished from the garden for digging up the basil plants and throwing them into the fire. A temporary exile, but my heart was pierced, and my guilt, heavy. Such an addictive Asian herb, the "Tulsi" in Hindi diction (Sacred Basil), pungent and sweet, should be banished instead of me. What herb deserves such adoration? "Such a wonderful Italian herb," my food aficionado friends say. But au contraire, it was liberated by the Italians, who paired it with garlic, tomato sauce and thyme, olive oil and rosemary and lemon, finished with a refined Cabernet. I blame the South Philly Italians, the friends you gave me, who glorified this ancient herb, and so I burned it. To honor God . . . . Copyright © Donald Lindsey All rights reserved July 2, 2019
We say so long to our beloved friend today. We shall meet again in God’s Heavenly Courts. The doctors gave her eight months to live. She lived another eighteen years. Yes, she grappled with multiple symptoms over the years, but by and large, the cancer did not claim victory over a happy, productive, godly life. Praise the Lord!
See a haiku dedicated to my friend and God below.
I give you sunrise
And sleep to temper your love
Becoming pure gold
Copyright © DB Lindsey Jr 02/09/2019
Donald & Dawn yucking it up in the great north woods (Wagner Falls, near Munising, MI). Photo by Donald Lindsey.
The Sweetest Song (For Dawn) My lovely wife, my spine and central core: Two minds conformed sit reciting day By day—a ceaseless piece, preparing for The time when bodies split and cannot play. A song so sweet we lovers cannot stop, Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set. Our days are gifts, which we determine not, And each is given death's certificate. We etch our magnum opus from the heart: This masterpiece, the Maestro knows its form, For Love Divine arranges every part, And His sonata plays throughout life's storm. Once gone from earth, may songs in which we play: Make angels weep and God appreciate. © Donald Lindsey All Rights Reserved 26 November 2011