Posted in Poetry

Mesquite Bend: Readers

30 days poetry

The Library

This building has stood since 1922,
a two-story brick with fuzzy glass
that first served as the home

to the richest family in 50 miles.
When the last Bailey boy died
on Normandy sand so like

his West Texas grit, the house
went to the town, who watched
the dust blast the brick through

two more decades before a girl,
just ten, longed for a library.
Mesquite Bend baked pecan pies

and frosted cupcakes until Twain,
Hemingway and Jack London filled
shelves hand-built by the Carpenters’

Union League, who sacrificed three
weekends of baseball-playing to pound
nails into pine and polish mahogany.

Mondays, the tall English lady who once
acted on the stage in Salisbury read
Shakespeare and Seuss to anyone who gathered.

Friday nights brought the sounds
of violins and guitars trilling through pages
about farming and ranch history

as musicians and bands came
into the usually quiet walls to share
word-love of a different variety.

Summer reading contests encourage
discovery, take FFA students to jungles
in the Amazon and on adventures

where the good guys don’t always win,
and the sunsets compete with the sky
that turns orange and blue outside their windows,

rainy afternoons spent curled up
on Mama’s favorite sofa, the scent
of her lavender mixing with the dramas

about love, war and rites of passage
that help all who crave stories
face a world where joy meets pain.

Ramona Levacy
April 27, 2015

Posted in Christian Fiction, Christian Living, Christianity

Thoughts on Receiving

The old saying, “give as good as you get,” isn’t exactly a Christian one.  It implies taking retribution into our own hands, not allowing God to be the one who metes out justice.  Secondly, it is the complete opposite of the Golden Rule, totally denying the thing that matters most, which is love.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love,” Paul tells us.  “But the greatest of these is love” (1 Corinthians 13:13).

But I was reminded recently not only of the importance of giving love to others, but of being a good receiver of love as well.  For some of us, it is harder to be a receiver than a giver.  Whether we are like Martha, so caught up in the details of the thing that we forget the main reason we gathered in the first place, or are just so addicted to control that we don’t think anything can be done right unless we are on top of it, we fail to open our arms and release that control long enough to receive the help or encouragement or compliments that other people are trying to give us.

My most recent reminders about the blessing of receiving have come in the form of well wishes from those who know me well and have heard about my recent troubles with my oldest cat.  Unfortunately, I had to take her to her last vet visit a week ago.  That, if you haven’t already experienced a similar situation, is a rough thing to do.

Fortunately for me, I am surrounded by understanding people who have sympathized with my sorrow.  One of my friends even got me a beautiful flower arrangement!  Feeling God’s love through the kindness of these people has been a real blessing that makes me want to reach out to others as well.

Another reminder about being open to God’s love and the love of others came in the form of taking  the time to actually stick around after my exercise class to talk to the other people who had come to class.  Before class, I had had an up and down day.  By the time class came around, I was mostly on the down side of things.  When class was over, I was my usual tired, sweaty self.  But, then the magic began to happen.

First, I saw a person who used to be on the same workout schedule as me but that I had not seen for some time.  When she asked how I had been, I decided to share a little more than just the usual, “OK.”  Then, another classmate took up the conversation with me and asked me to sit down.  I started to listen more than talk as this person filled me in on some of the challenges she had faced throughout her life, recurring dental problems that were really crazy.  As I continued to listen more than I talked, I was impressed by her upbeat attitude despite her extraordinary challenges.  By the time I left the workout center, I was feeling more upbeat just because I had had the chance to listen to what this woman had had to say and how positive she was about the challenges she was facing.

The only thing I wish I had done was take a moment to thank my workout “friend” for sharing.  I hope that she received as much from giving as I did from receiving.

God has so much He is willing to give to us.  How often do we fail to receive, even from Him?  David is a perfect example of one who understood the importance of being a good receiver.  Over and over in his psalms, he implores God to bless him with forgiveness, escape from his enemies, or just peace.  He thanks God in advance for the gifts David is sure God will give, even to those who don’t deserve it, especially since none of us deserve it.  And David is bountiful in his praise of God, exhalting God’s goodness and power and love for us.

If we could only see ourselves through God’s eyes, the bare truth of all our sin and all the love He has for us anyway, how much better would we be at extending love to everyone else around us?  None of us are free of mistakes.  We all deserve the same chance to repent, to build our faith, to give and receive love that we give ourselves all the time.  Why can’t we just extend it to everyone else?

Maybe it begins with being more open to receiving the love that is offered to us, especially the love that God offers.  The better we are at receiving, the better we’re going to get at giving love, not just to God, but especially to those around us.  What a wonderful way to shine His light!

And speaking of shining His light, I found out yesterday that the two novels I donated to my local library finally finished the review process and are on the shelves!  One of them was even checked out.  Since I am trying to write the kind of fiction that helps readers build a stronger relationship with God, I am so excited that I was able to make my books available to people in this way.  Now, God can do the work He intends to do with my writing, whether it be a lot or a little, in people’s lives.

Thank YOU so much for taking the time to read my blog and help me in my quest to share God’s love with others.  It is so much better to be writing to a live audience than feeling like the tree falling in an empty forest, wondering if it makes a sound.

Posted in Poetry

National Poetry Writing Month #11

The Librarian

Miss Alice wore cardigans trimmed in lace,
and plain, brown skirts that draped
her manly shoes, her bunned hair
a perfect circle at the base
of a long, thin neck. Her head swiveled
like a ball on a stick, her horn-rimmed eyes
piercing every cranny of the dusty shelves,
the world she ruled in whispers.

We children plagued her rainy days
and any time the frozen wind blew.
The young men, their chins covered
with fuzzy bristles, made Miss Alice’s ears,
turnips on each side of her round head,
blotch red, their speaking glances
at the girls in bright dresses the prelude
to the secret contact in dark corners
that made the older woman’s eyes bulge
the few times Miss Alice left her desk
to pounce on them.

That desk, with its mounds of books,
piles of history and science and truths
sweated out like blood,
rose around Miss Alice like a fort,
like the walls around her heart,
her hidden organ, tucked inside the drawer
with all her dog-eared romances
and locked away.

Her thin nose and sharp eyes were always there,
as we worked our way through Judy Blume,
grew into Hemingway and books almost banned,
brought our own children to haunt
her disciplined aisles, watching them
gawk at her, eyes wide, silenced
by the swivel of her now grey head.

Her children, bound and musty,
could not keep her warm nights,
tucked in her flannel gown, a hidden treasure
perched on her belly, her only love story
the printed pages blurring just beyond
her thick, round lenses.

Ramona Levacy
April 11, 2013