Oh… (CHORUS): Shrimp boats is a-comin’ Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin’ There’s dancin’ tonight Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin’ There’s dancin’ tonight (Shrimp boats is a-comin’, there’s dancin’ tonight)
: They go to sea with the evenin’ tide And the women folk wave their good-bye (There they go… There they go) While the Louisiana moon floats on high And they wait for the day when they can cry…
: Happy the days while they’re mending the nets ‘Til once more they ride out to sea (There they go… There they go) Then how lonely the nights will be ‘Til that wonderful day when they sing…
: Happy the days while they’re mending the nets ‘Til once more they ride out to sea (There they go… There they go) Then how lonely the nights will be ‘Til that wonderful day when they sing…
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses, Hints followed by guesses; and the rest Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action. The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
Delicate frigid flakes layer and repeat As tracks trace a path of adventurous feet Soon to be melted by warming rays… Fading away with winter’s dreary days
“Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever….”
Homeless; – Down by the muddy Mississippi Skinny as a rail, Sleeping under the old Eads bridge Feeling low, dirty, and frail – Homeless; – With less than two coins In both pockets, Empty eyes Look through sunken sockets – Homeless; – So many people walk right on by I wonder how many care, They all keep moving Even though they stare – Homeless; – Lost a job Lost a home, Lost a family Lost all hope – Homeless; – Where will I go from here What should I do, I’m so thankful when the weather’s fair And the skies are blue – Homeless; – Don’t know the day nor season And, yea, it sure gets cold at night, I’ve got an old sleeping bag I’ll be alright – Homeless; – There’s so many of us out here Without a home, Even so I feel so very alone – Homeless; – It’s a tough situation Not pretty, just true, And at any time It could happen to you – Homeless; – Hey buddy… Could you spare a dime, And say a prayer for us … sometime – – I’m just homeless, not less human…
De Anza Trail In Southern Arizona Near Tubac, Arizona — Image by kenne
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”
A Winter Day In Tanuri Ridge — Black and White Image by kenne
“I prefer someone who burns the flag and then wraps themselves up in the Constitution over someone who burns the Constitution and then wraps themselves up in the flag.”
On December 10th, I posted this image in color. Using Photoshop, this is my black and white take of the original image taken December 17, 2012 while hiking in the Tucson Mountains.
Canyonlands National Park — Image by kenne
