About Rhen Laird

Sometime poet/fiction writer (unfinished novel begun during NaNoWriMo 2019). Collector of quotations, Bible scriptures. Senior-recluse dwelling mostly in Lazulitopia by the Sea... (externally, in Pacific NW, USA). New fave author, Fredrik Backman.

Magic of Old Men’s Stories

Prompt ~ http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Poet/kit/

Magic night of old men

(Still boys at heart)

Their desire is only Time’s

Lingering embrace, beauty

Of redwood trees, any ocean’s

Beauty of sea-sprayed lather

Above, milky pink sky-show

And fishing…always fishing

Ask about those things

They talk on and on

I fall into the sparkle

Of their eyes…adventures

Remembered

Their storytelling invokes

Salt-tang, woodsmoke poetry

Symphony of masculine language

Voices gentle and husky…

Some men trudge through life

Others let true spirit soar

Lusting for loveliness

Uncomplicated

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

My Hiding Place (Sunday Song)

“You are my hiding place; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance.” Psalm 32:7, New American Standard Bible

Ohhh, it’s been “a week”…and almost everyone I talked to said the same.  Some blamed the weather, though I suspect it’s a more insidious culprit (in the spiritual realm).  I’ve had an infestation of ants that—excuse me for being melodramatic—resemble an Old Testament plague.  I felt ill, watching the crowd of little demons grow…then sobbed through a whole bag of chips as I begged God to “Do Something!”  

I’m not usually a wimp…but there are trials and tribulations, and then there are those things that completely unravel us.  You know I’m right—we all have that “something” which is not on the level of a loved one’s passing, but is a temporary calamity completely out of our control…and we want it “disappeared” NOW.

If I were wealthy, I’d have phoned an exterminator myself; but I live in subsidized housing, which means Management has a full week to “resolve the issue”…regardless that I’m ready to crawl onto the roof and take a dive.

The ant guy will arrive tomorrow…and no doubt I’ll still be here, me and my tiny roomies.  It’s a faith-tester, for sure…not fun.  But God promises that His kids will be victorious, triumphant, and *“feasting at the table He prepares in the presence of our enemies” (ant free). 

By Friday I had a better handle on the hysterics, and this is the song God brought to mind.  He is my “hiding place”—the place of refuge when life is too much/too hard.

Whatever you may be going through, His arms are open wide for you to run into and take comfort, courage, and strength to stand.  His love is unfailing; He is faithful in every way, regardless of our need.  He is BIGGER than our biggest problems, I know.  Hey, if He could part the Red Sea, it’ll be a snap to zap tiny black ants.

He loves you, and wants to bless you abundantly Rhen

*”You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings.” Psalm 23:5, New Living Translation