Wisdom of the Ages

Tartness and sugar mix gently... with laughter...

Hot freshly brewed Himalayan coffee  

with passionate rhubarb sugar kisses... 

as a fashionable Lady prefers with cream... 

I have a dream that lives within my 

imprisoned Monastery imagination... 

Will the quiet alcoves of prayer bring 

a rich and devout love of people who  are 

disenfranchised... the poor and elderly... 

The richness of Age where berries ripen 

with enchanting flavor of persimmons 

sprinkled with nutmeg and enchantment... 

  

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think we are all feeling like monks at the moment...living in some monastery world, separate, praying for relief...Praying for those who are sick, or poor, who are cold and hungry, dying in more ways than one.
the alone time gives us pause for reflection.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... I appreciate your review. With people dying every day... we are in a suspended world of
mixed emotions.... wondering when we will be the next victim. It seems surreal to live each day with a Mask and sanitizers. I worry about the orphans and how quickly life can vaporize in a world that has been compromised. And yet, we carry on with courage.
gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Your dream is mine as well. I have visited a few monasteries, both abroad and in the U.S.; they are very spiritual people, silent, calmness transcending; they are true humanitarians; living frugally, who would engage in giving, even though it's not the riches but their innate kindness and spirit; as opposed to the driving force of wealth and misunderstanding of opposing classes' no rhubarb kisses with cream.
Truly yours, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... I can only imagine the peace you have discovered at Monasteries ... they surely must be spiritual in their chants and prayers on our behalf. Nature does provide fruits and berries to enhance our appetite and give us strength to guide others to nourish their physical body as well as emotional. We were created to take care of our intricate organs and also to pray for Peace and 💕 love... tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

On the spot Pat!!

[barleygirl]

This really IS the wisdom of the ages! Some people may claim that, but you deliver the real deal! Being a non-conformist, I don't get too waxy when I read prayer-like sentiments written in the typical "Christian-ese" . . . that's why I love this prayer statement becuz it's a million miles away from that. You paint the prayer scene as it really happens along one's daily trek of dalliances . . . a prayer here & a prayer there . . . everyday language, encompassing the thrill of what's surrounding, as much for what's weighing heavy within. This is what real prayer looks like, in my book! Plus, I agree & I pray for the disadvantaged too (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Nargie... love when you “Wax” poetic. You seem to have gathered Words in a Basket of gifts from the Magpie. There is a Sense of Spiritual awareness that permeates our existence ... that Life is fragile and fruits are healing to our well-being. My Cathedral is in the Woods where Moonlight shines through the Branches of hope and love and when the Day breaks... the music of Birds heals our hearts and minds with an Aura of blessings. gently, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, we all pray for those who are disadvantaged, ill, or in need of love. This pandemic has been hard on us all, but more so on those who have no support system. Such a compassionate write, Pat. Lovely. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... the taste of Compassion is bittersweet.. when our lives are threatened
by an invisible thief... may we find relief in the vaccine soon to be released. Your thoughts are cherished for our beautiful Priscilla. tenderly, Pat

[Lorry]

Well, I'm all for a good cuppa coffee of a morn and do enjoy a hike, but Himalayan is pushing it a bit fae Pat 😉
All the rest sound delightful though and even the mention of them bring a kaleidoscope of scents that leave me salivating.
The simplest of pleasures and good company for all isn't too much to ask for surely? Speaking as an older and teny bit wiser me, who feels blessed that I at last have a reason not to rush, but to enjoy the small things while they are happening.
It's only 4am here, but coffee and cinnamon toast is coming right up 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... you have the flavor and sentiments of a Ginger Bread Man... spicy and delicious with poems and reviews. By the way, I adore your 13th Christmas Collaboration poem that you posted this year. I will place it in a special frame in our home. The best of Holidays to you and yours. tenderly, Pat

[Lorry]

Aww, thanks Pat. I'll have a word with Santa about a shiny new frame for you. But if you do chomp any gingerbread men head first and facing away from you so he doesn't see it coming 😵

[Patricia Wedel]

You have me laughing here... the visuals are cracking me up like Walnuts being cracked for Chocolate Chip 🍪 Cookies with spiked Eggnog. Pattie Cake...

[Lorry]

It helps to dip them in a cold glass of milk first, as they think it's a nice bath and lulls them into a false sense of security.
Come to think of it, I've now got a hankering for one 😊

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your Words are always a delight to read. They are generous and coated in sugar

[Cherrie Palmer]

I pictured a white linen tablecloth refined and elegantly sat. Where the wealthy cannot make reservations, but with honor our elders are set.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... that is so sweet ... to seat the elderly with a white linen tablecloth. I worked with elderly people for awhile where they met for socializing and lunch. A 90 year old man fell in love with a 90 year old woman. It was charming. Gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

p.s. "generous and coated in sugar" is so perfect for Christmas Cookies. We need to have our Oven replaced... but next Christmas perhaps our home will be filled with the aroma of ginger cookies and Snickerdoodles baking in the Oven. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear folks... a World where life is precious is
filled with poets of discretion... who love the taste
of Autumns berries and fruits sun-ripened with tartness.
If only we can be the recipients of love and devotion. gently, Pat