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Father And Brother — Mercy Now   1 comment

Vanessa & Her Dad - Seattle (1 of 1 blog)

Lisa & Her Dad - Seattle (1 of 1) blogDedicated to Brother Tom (RIP) and Daughters, Vanessa and Lisa — Images by kenne

Marcy Now

My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor
Fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over
It won’t be long and he won’t be around
I love my father, and he could use some mercy now

My brother could use a little mercy now
He’s a stranger to freedom
He’s shackled to his fears and doubts
The pain that he lives in is
Almost more than living will allow
I love my bother, and he could use some mercy now

My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit
That’s going to take forever to climb out
They carry the weight of the faithful
Who follow them down
I love my church and country, and they could use some mercy now

Every living thing could use a little mercy now
Only the hand of grace can end the race
Towards another mushroom cloud
People in power, well
They’ll do anything to keep their crown
I love life, and life itself could use some mercy now

Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don’t deserve it
But we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance
Dangle ‘tween hell and hallowed ground
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now

— Mary Gauthier

We WIll Keep The Lights On, Tom   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAStill-life Image by kenne

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

— Wallace Stevens

In Memory of Thomas R. Turner

We shared a lot; poetry, philosophy, music and a lot of bullshit. Here’s one music example.

Posted November 16, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Family, Information, Life, Photography, Poetry

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Get The Picture — Revisited   2 comments

tom-get-the-picture-sunset-blog II art framedThomas R. Turner — Image by kenne

get the picture

who . . .
you are
is who you become
who you become
is who you are

what . . .
you see
is what you experience
what you experience
is what you see

where . . .
you are
is where you exist
where you exist
is where you are

when . . .
you appreciate
is when you know
when you know
is when you appreciate

how . . .
you think
is how you believe
how you believe
is how you think

get . . .
the picture
you will dream
get the dream
you get the picture

. . . get the picture

— kenne

Remembering Mother On My Brother’s Birthday   3 comments

“The Summer of Suffering” Mother just weeks before she passed away, September 8, 2006 — Image by kenne

Brother, Thomas R. Turner — Image by kenne

Today, brother Tom is 70 years old.
This is a special day for many reasons,
among then the day that our mother
celebrated her second birthing day.
She was so proud to have another baby boy.

This morning,
the day became even more special
learning that we will be receiving
our mother’s ashes next week.
It has now been almost six years
since Mother passed away
and as per her wish,
her body was donated
to the Texas Medical Center in Houston.
This was her gift to medical research
and the future of human kind.

Raised a Southern Baptist in Alabama,
she knew many in our family
would think harshly of her decision,
but as it was she had outlived
many of those who may have been critical.

Mother would be the first to tell you
she had lived a full life —
making many poor decisions.
However, donating her body
was a decision she researched
and made years before her death.

Mother, you did good!

Something tells me she knows.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM!

Or as Mother would say,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY!

kenne

Get the Picture   5 comments

Tom Get the Picture sunset blogThomas R. Turner – Image by kenne

get the picture

who . . .
you are
is who you become
who you become
is who you are

what . . .
you see
is what you experience
what you experience
is what you see

where . . .
you are
is where you exist
where you exist
is where you are

when . . .
you appreciate
is when you know
when you know
is when you appreciate

how . . .
you think
is how you believe
how you believe
is how you think

get . . .
the picture
you will dream
get the dream
you get the picture

— kenne

Posted October 11, 2009 by kenneturner in Art, Family, Life, Photography, Poetry

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