ROADS (Guest Blog Post Poem)

texas big bend dirt path

This poem was written by my oldest son, Nicholas, last night.

 

ROADS

 

Roads of many kind,

Roads that go to many places,

Roads that tell a tale.

 

The one worth traveling,

Is not easy,

Is not clear.

 

It is but a dirt road,

No wider than one car,

And as barren as a desert.

 

All the other roads look so much nicer,

Easier to travel on,

Common sense.

 

It tells me that the clean roads would be easier,

But they lead to cities,

Cities of crime and uncleanliness.

 

Yes, cities of sorrow and despair,

Cities of anger and hatred,

Cities of gloom and darkness.

 

Yet, those are the most traveled roads,

Wide and easy to navigate, and not as barren,

Everybody takes them, so why not I?

 

Yet, the Beaten Road,

It does call me,

But it’s only on the breeze.

 

It’s only a whisper that tells me,

While the other roads clang loud,

Sometimes it hard to tell.

 

Then one car, I see, stops,

A young man gets out,

And leaves his car.

 

And then I see him walk down the Beaten Road,

Struggles, as he does,

To continue down that path.

 

I jump out of my car,

To lend the poor man,

A hand.

 

He looks up at me with sorrow,

And whispers,

“Thank you.”

 

Hand-in-hand,

We head down that Beaten Road,

Leaving behind all pleasures.

 

Because sometimes,

The best places,

Are the hardest to reach.

 

 

OPA! Theophany & Greek Dancing

 

Yesterday was Holy Theophany (Epiphany for my Western Christian friends and those not familiar with the word “Theophany”), and so my family attended the Divine Liturgy at our Greek Orthodox Church, and the blessing of the water service followed.

Then, we went downstairs and ate a delicious meal at the Vasilopita (St. Basil’s bread) luncheon. Followed by that, we all were treated to Greek dancing by our parish teens. Here’s the two short minute and a half (each) videos I took. Enjoy!

 

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A St. Basil’s Cake & A New Year Full of Fabulous Possibilities

Saint Basil's bread for 2019 from women's monastery

(Saint Basil’s bread we received this morning from the local women’s monastery)

Every New Year’s Eve, it is part of my Greek Orthodox tradition to either bake a Saint Basil’s sweet bread, or purchase one through my church from the local women’s monastery. Last year and this year, we did the latter.

We ordered the bread before Christmas.

We were out of town visiting my mother for Christmas, which was a real blessing. It had been too long since we’d seen her. We had engaging talks and loved spending time with her and her precious kitties (she has five!).

So, my husband picked up our order of Saint Basil’s bread this morning at church. We are set for New Year’s Eve!

What, you may ask, do we do with this bread besides consume it?

There is a coin baked into the bread. A special coin. When we cut up the bread, the coin is hidden in one of those pieces.

Whoever gets the coin in their piece has good luck and blessings for the year.

I literally can’t remember if I’ve ever gotten the coin, but I hope every year I will.

Really, it seems the right people get the coin each year due to whatever their circumstances are. 🙂

For the New Year, I’m actually going to attempt to achieve a certain goal. It is to lose ten pounds. I’m at that age where the pounds add up and stick with you.

I plan to exercise regularly and eat more healthy food.

Wish me luck!

May you all have a blessed New Year full of joy and dreams that come true.

happy new year fireworks pic

 

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