The Wee Hours

 

 

It’s past three a.m. and I’m wide awake! It’s one of those middle of the night times when I don’t want to sleep. Why? Specifically, a Jerry Lee Lewis video called Last Man Standing. Singing with Jerry Lee is a whole array of older singers. Tom Jones, Solomon Burke, Kris Kristofferson, John Fogerty, Willie Nelson, Don Henley, Merle Haggard and a few others. There are a couple of younger ones like Norah Jones and Kid Rock, both of whom I like just fine, but it’s the older ones that really take me back.

The songs that some of these singers made famous are the songs I grew up on; they transport me to a special time in my life – a carefree interlude when I hovered between child and young adult. I can listen to this music over and over.

 And I do.

It’s somehow even better in the wee hours than in the light of day. I resent having to give it up and go to bed because I must be able to function tomorrow.

The daylight hours bore me. I struggle to get through the day and...
 

Come to life at night!



 

How Many More?

It occurred to me this evening that life is very short. And very fragile. I've said it many times before but now, I'm feeling it deep down in my gut!

In the midst of a lovely family celebration, surrounded by people I love, I received news of the untimely death of a friend.

At first, I was stunned. I could hardly speak and what I finally said made no sense.

This man was only 56 years old - too young to die! He had a wife and family -  good reasons to live.

It just keeps happening! Seems our only social life consists of going to visitations and funerals.

I wonder how many more before it stops.  Or at least slows down.

Too often, Death brushes my sleeve as He hurries past.



Photograph by Peggy Hunter~

O' Ye of Little Faith

When days were full of dark despair

And no one else could see me through,

I couldn’t find you anywhere;

I needed You! I needed You! 

When I cried out in utter pain

And begged You to come rescue me,

The dark clouds only brought more rain;

Torrential as the raging sea. 

For days I lingered in this way

Devoid of warmth and love,

But then You sent a shining ray

Directly from above. 

“O’ye of little faith,” I heard

In soft familiar tones

“How can you doubt my loving word?

You never are alone! 

Now rest your weary soul, my dear

And in this state abide,

Lay down your burdens, do not fear

I’m always by your side!” 

               ©peggy toney horton~2013

 

 

What I Love

Can’t paint a charming portrait

Or sing a lilting song

But I can tell you what I love

If you’d like to tag along. 

I love a cool crisp morning
When autumn comes around

The twinkling of an early frost

And leaves upon the ground.

An azure sky excites my senses,

A pumpkin wet with dew

A sunny, cloudless afternoon

A field of cornstalks, too.

When mountains are emblazoned

With colors warm and bright

Their splendor can’t be hidden

Even from the night.

As autumn leaves are falling

Each one a different shade

Who wouldn’t marvel at the sight

Our wondrous God has made 

It emerges early in October

This awe-inspiring view

I love it, oh, so very much

I hope you love it, too!

             © pth - 2012 

 

 

  

O’ Ye of Little Faith

 

When days were full of dark despair

And no one else could see me through,

I couldn’t find You anywhere;

I needed You! I needed You!

 

When I cried out in utter pain

And begged You to come rescue me,

The dark clouds only brought more rain;

Torrential as the raging sea.

 

For days I lingered in this way

Devoid of warmth and love

But then You sent a shining ray

Directly from above!

 

"O’ ye of little faith," I heard

In soft familiar tones

"How can you doubt My Loving Word

You never are alone!

 

Now rest your weary soul, my dear

And in this state, abide

Lay down your burdens, do not fear

I’m always by your side!"

                           ©pth~2013