richard-riddle
American
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From September - 2016
"Comforting", it is-
in its application"
"Calming", it is-
in its purpose"
"Love",
is its message"
Whether applied to an infant babe in a crib....
or making the tears of a crying child disappear...
or, simply giving a hug to mom and dad.......
or, your children.......grandchildren.........
or, to a friend.......
Channeled thru you... from heaven..........
The "power".................of..............a "touch"
r.riddle: 09-18-2016
*inspired by Pradip Chattopadhyay's "Distance"
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
from June, 2016
An hour before sunrise,
not long before going home-
It's still, no breeze, this Sunday morn-
silent......... serene-
As I step into the woods
I know they're watching,
those denizens of the forest-
Raccoon, possum, birds, etc.
I purse my lips
emit a soft whistle-
No reply
Another....no reply
A few more steps......then..
the soft 'coo' of the Mourning Dove-
"How gentle it is", comforting... in it's greeting
A raccoon appears in front of me,
the 'sentry' for the others, who are still hiding
In the underbrush, and in the trees.
They are "The Angels",
"You are safe with us", his eyes tell me-
It is then I know, it's going to be..... a "good day."
r. riddle 06-26-2016
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
from November, 2015
"How do you know which one to choose", my granddaughter Emily asked , as we pulled into the parking lot of the shelter. "It will be the first one that gets up to meet us" I said, with a bit of anxiety.
After registering at the desk, we began the walk down the aisle, looking at the occupants of those cages that lined both sides. All of a sudden, about 10 feet in front of us, a grey and black striped leg with a white foot, came protruding out from the front of a cage. The paw began "flexing", as if signaling, "Hey! Over here!"
As I held her, and Emily stroked her forehead, she emanated a very strong, exuberant, vibrating, purr; contented, unafraid, her head tucked into the crook of my arm. We had found my Guardian Angel!
I whispered to her as softly as I knew how:
"We are going home-
I will always keep you safe,
I will never harm you
You will always have shelter, food, and water-
I will keep you warm in the winter........
and cool in the summer.......
You will not 'want', for love."
As I whispered those words, her purr grew stronger, her paw flexing against my arm. For you see, I am convinced that God told her we were coming, and to give us a sign to let us know where she was. It was He, who chose her for us. Some of you may not agree with that, and that's okay. It's important that me and Emily believe it. Regardless of which room I'm in(except the bath), she is there, as she is now, asleep on the foot of the bed as I write. My home isn't empty.... anymore.
copyright: richard riddle-11-11-2015
When my wife, Karen, passed away, the "angel" we had, Scheppes, stayed with me until she was twenty. Brie does not take her place, for she has her own place, and is doing quite well as a "Guardian Angel", in training!
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
from September, 2016
*Your "Tree of Life" has many 'leaves'.......
not all are family...and friends*
It's that person
to whom you just said "Hi"....
While walking down the street
It's the driver of the car
you let back out of that parking space...
and returned a wave as it was driven away
It's the homeless person
to whom you gave a couple of dollars
without having been asked
It's that elderly person
you let in front of you
in the check-out line at the grocery
It's those to whom you gave a smile
those, whose name... you will never know
And may never......see again......
It's those acts of un-selfishness
that seem to be 'minor' in scope.....
But, not.....to those addressed-
These are the 'leaves'
that are on your....
'Tree of Life'...
Keep yours"watered", everyday
r. riddle 09-25-2016
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
from October, 2016
Ragged cliffs loom o'er the shore-
as waves punish the rocks below -
"Deafening",
is their roar..........
A fleece, a blanket, of mist...and fog,
muffles the 'pleas'
From the 'sailing ships'.....
moored in the salty seas
*Out from the mist...
alone.........she comes-
"A battle waits.... to be won"
says this maiden.....from Avalon*
With arms outspread--
and opened palms.......
She 'chants'...for the sea to lie "still.... and calm"...
says the maiden.......from Avalon
*"Oh God of Nature....of all men -
I beseech thee..........
To shield these men of gallantry".....
'Chants'...the maiden from Avalon*
As she speaks.....
the waves subside.....silent, is their roar
The solar orb....no longer hides....
As the brave doth come ashore.
Is it magic, myth, or simply......lore?
perhaps, a tale not told before-
But....... when all was said, and done......
"Blessed be the maiden".....
"From Avalon"
r.riddle- 10-29-2016
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
He's old-
time-worn
tired
Has seen
*many places -
many countries*
If only he could talk-
*Opinions would be bountiful
recalling adventures - delightful*
My literary friend-
my notebook
r.riddle 01-30-2017
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
I never know when its going to happen-
waking up in the middle of the night and not seeing you,
or feeling you..... next to me .......
"She fell asleep again on the sofa", I say to myself-
Quietly, I get up, walk toward the living room-
it is then I realize, again, that you had left this mortal earth-
Nine years ago.
Love never dies, does it?
copyright: richard riddle Febuary 06, 2015
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
"Life in a Cubicle" (formerly "Untitled"revised 10-8-2013)
I feel the darkness-
the profundity of it's power
enwraps my soul-
Yet, I can see-
I touch the dark.......
Silhouetted against the aura of human faith-
it surrounds me-
A myriad of words floats within the cubicle
that holds my sorrow--
And the darkness grows darker......
*The darkness, giving birth to the voices-
in the distance..... afraid........ sensing fright-
But only God knows for sure*-
WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS!!!
copyright r.riddle October 08, 2013
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
It was September, 1967, when the young coed from Texas Tech University entered the television studio at KCBD TV, Channel 11 in Lubock, Texas. Blonde hair with a reddish tint, "Strawberry Blonde", the stylists call it, accompanied by sparkling blue eyes and and a diminutive smile that accented her personality.
She was there looking to find a part-time job. That summer she had worked as an intern in the promotion department at a television station in Dallas, and was majoring in journalism at the university. A mutual friend with whom she worked in Dallas, had put her in touch with me. I worked as an 'on air' director, and was getting the studio reset for the six o'clock news following a commercial taping session. Although the station had no job openings at the time, a series of events began to take shape.
That chance meeting changed my life, and I recall it as if it happened yesterday. I was twenty five, she, twenty. Two months later, In November, 1967, we married. Forty years and two months later, following cancer surgery, Karen passed away, but not until giving us a fantastic son, wonderful daughter-in-law, and now, two grandchildren, who have redefined the phrase,"growing like weeds."
The holiday period has always been a time for reflections, some good, some 'not so good.' Can't be helped, human nature. But, as the sages say, "Life goes on", and it has been good to me in many ways.
"Thank you, Lord, for helping me along the way."
r.riddle: January 01, 2017
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
a repost
When reading the obituaries in the newspaper, and seeing the name of a person whom I had known for a long time, with whom I went to high school , did business, worked beside, etc. I say to myself, "I just moved up a rung on the ladder." I just hope it's a very tall ladder!
copyright: richard riddle-June 17, 2015
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC