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Autumn Splendor
                        

Seasons



We are entering the 3rd week of October...

Mid-Worcester county is in peak color...

The days are getting shorter and cooler...

Gardens are being put to sleep and other

Winterizing processes have begun.


It's Autumn, and just an enthusiastic time of

Season...Old farmers' tale tells us to observe

The squirrels, qathering winter food of

Nuts & acorns...they seem to scurry about, as if

We're to get an early snowfall.


Already, the radio broadcasts Christmas

Holiday extraveganzas... I enjoy this sacred season

As a time to reflect on the past, present, & future.


God paints our surroundings as a farewell to a

Splendid season of color...He hopes that we find

Joy & beauty in His work... and is mostly, a

Mind-conditioning, a "tune-up" for our spirits, to

Endure the long winter ahead.


Family and friends reunite foe the upcoming

Holidays and for some, are very trying times...

We're to keep all God's children together, for

We are All, to unite, in our eternity in His presence...


So be happy these days ahead, remembering the

Little "Ghouls & Goblins"...find pleasure in the

Youth and be renewed again...


This Spring, God ever-promises us, the rebirth of New England.

 




Bob Cardoza


                                    

 


"Mirror Images"                 

            by Bob Cardoza

I am but an image of my imagination

Who am I to have such an existence?

How many times have I scolded you in

Secrecy...Afraid to let others know??

Inadequacies lurk throughout my being

Reinforcing them to a built up patina.

 

However, I see another image in myself....

A positive light not of my own aura, but

Other peoples' perceptions of me...

Plus a higher light,  Godhead of His own kind

Suddenly, I am born to a new existence

Never to forget my past...never to forget my past...

 

A new face appears now

Have I seen light through the dark side?

Is this only a phase or have I been redeemed?

Poetry, bazaar wording describes the new me...

I am but a number...Why do I wish to be seen

And not heard?  Is this the mirror thing???

 

Jesus, you are in my existence

You've always been there, only 

Smoke-screened...I see all my ages past

I see other people....Dad, Mom, my siblings

Grandparents....friends....acquaintances...

I thought I was in charge of the man in the Mirror !!

Don't fret Bob, this is a good thing...

Now I see Martha !!! What's happened?

 

Now I close my eyes to the blackened.

Memory brings me home to myself....

So now I know the meaning of sleep.

Another day has past... 


“Going Nine North”

by Bob Cardoza Driving up country in Worcester County in the mid-summer afternoon is very pleasurable for me…I arrived at the Bee school seminar at “The Little Bit” Farm on time…After opening several honey hives and listening to the state inspector and other fellow beekeepers, we gathered in the barn for snacks and a brief business meeting. We are all like Honeybees ourselves…. all abuzz with our busy agendas…with no time to spare.My curiousity with “Up Nine”northern county delivered me further along route to the smell of fresh cut hay….The ferns whispered as I drove up the driveway to the Abbey…Black-eyed Susies and Queen Ann’s Lace lined the hitch-post fence leading to the stone cathedral…Crows and Bluebirds fly freely about their business…Wilderness beauty is the only thing painted here as God sees it …Peace and tranquilityAre the gifts received from Vesper services, while the summer breezes mildly entered the chapel…You feel the Spirit...Today was filled with “Jesus Moments”…. “Thank You Moments”…for allowing me to witness the goodness He offers during  these Sacred times, “Going Up Route 9”.