Friday, October 26, 2012

Seeing Now

Three of my best friends as we played on the sand dunes.

            I've been thinking about growing up lately. . .
 Seeing Now 10/1/12
I never did appreciate what I had fully
Until it began to change.
I'd spend so much time thinking about coming events,
That I'd sometimes forget the good things I had
In that moment.
Those moments are slipping away
And I'm beginning to see how many I've wasted.
Just because I had them in my hands
Didn't mean they were less valuable
Than the ones just beyond my finger tips.
Oh, but it seemed that way at the time. . .
It's only now I see it.
At times all I want to do is wrestle time into submission
And never leave this point.
I know there's so much more to see-
That there's so much for God to use me for-
But in all truthfulness,
It hurts so much.
It hurts to leave now behind
Because I'm leaving parts of childhood-me lying there.
Now and then pieces come,
And I try to pretend that it can be as it was
But there is no going back.
Only forward into an unknown.
I can't change what is coming,
Or stop the time that slips away in dancing tendrils,
But I can treasure the moments I have left,
Such as they are.
It's not as if my story has ended;
I'm just walking up a different mountain,
Fording an unknown river,
Walking into a different chapter-
It's all part of growing up.
Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers
The quote on the picture is not my own.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Song: Life Feels Long

This is what I was thinking about this afternoon, and I wrote it as a song. :)

Do you have any critique or suggestions music or writing wise?
Life Feels Long 10/9/12
Thinkin' about the days I have ahead,
Wonderin' about the days of joy and dread.
Thinkin' about what it's like to leave this place,
To live forever in, the wonder of His face.

Life feels long,
When I think about the joys that I'll have there.
Life feels long,
When I think about worries and life's cares.
Life feels long,
I see the pain and sufferin',
Oh life feels long,
Because my heart is wonderin'.

Thinkin' about the days I've yet to live,
Wonderin' about the days to love and give.
Thinkin' about what glory I can bring,
So much yet to do, for the glory of my King.

Life feels short,
When I think about all I've yet to do.
Life feels short,
When I think about the way that I love you.
Life feels short,
When I see those who need Him much.
Oh life feels short,
Because of those I long to touch.

So I live to bring glory
Waiting for that day, I long to see.
Trusting that He's still using me-
Someday, someday,
I'll be free!

Life feels long,
But I'm here to sing His praise.
Life feels short,
But He's guiding every day.
Life feels long,
But I'm not afraid to go.
Oh I am God's,
And He's got a plan, I know.
Oh I am God's,
And He's got a plan, I know.
Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers

Thursday, October 4, 2012

More Little Clay Animals (And a Ninja Turtle)

The last post of my clay creatures got the most comments any post of mine has. Since ya'll seemed to like them, I thought I'd share some more. ;) 

 This squirrel and table set were a gift to my friend Grace Pennington when I went to visit her.

The badger and bunny were made for the Garner brothers, Jonathan and Joel who I know from Holy Worlds forum .


 Here are a few random pictures I took of them from different angles:

These two pictures are from a set I'm working on for Kaitlyn, another person I know from Holy Worlds . They aren't painted yet, and I've got a few more to make (umm, eight down, twenty-four to go to be exact. ;) o.O ) .

The coloring is off in this picture- these are white too, just the lighting was making the colors funny.
(Oh, and BTW I'm very pleased with the look of the little otter! She turned out cute!)
 'What is this?' you ask. Isn't it obvious? ;)
This is my seven year old sister, Virginia, and Michelangelo, the teenage mutant ninja turtle.

She made most of it, I just helped with little details like the shell texture and the mouth. She was playing with clay while I was waiting for mine to bake so we made stuff with hers. She was very proud! *Grins*
Let me take the time to randomly mention that we're fans of the Ninja Turtles in my house. ;)

That's all for now!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Hidden Eyes


A friend of mine showed me some writing that was all the thoughts of this poem, though much better written. *
The idea of glass eyes becoming mirrors to hide who we really are, resounded deeply in me. I spent some time thinking about it. It was described so. . . truthfully.
Most - if not all- of us have hidden parts of us away from even those closest to us. Hiding the darkness for fear that we'll let them down if they see our struggling. We let them see, but keep them from looking deeper, hoping them won't pry past the smiles and non-committal words. We each have our struggles. . . sometimes we think it'd be easier if no one saw them but ourselves.
Given a few hours on a plane and beautifully well-written word pictures dancing in my head, this poem came out.
*Shared with permission, since the ideas didn't originate with me.*
 Hidden Eyes 9/17/12
My eyes are deep inquiring pools-
Windows to my heart.
Look within to touch the jewels-
The questions they impart.
My eyes are searching into thine-
The flicker of your soul.
Looking in to see you shine-
The beauty of your goal.
I wonder then if you can see
The frailties that I hold.
Secretly reviling me
In your eyes still glinting bold.
So silver flecks invade my eyes
They mirror where I look.
Safely covering my cries,
No longer an open book.
Soon I've hidden all away-
My mirrors shining bright.
I let you think my life is day
While I'm trapped within the night.
I manage to keep the mirrors up-
Pretending they aren't there.
But like a drained and empty cup,
I long to know you care.
In my mirrors form a crack,
No longer can I hide.
Too afraid of going back,
Uncertainties of pain and pride.
I wish to look upon your face,
But you cannot know.
I fear the darkness of disgrace,
A wounding pitying blow.
And so my head I will not raise,
Not wanting you to find
The real me behind the gaze
And the truth I try to hide.
Picture: LINK
Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers