The Knitting Poet©

Bibliophile Stalker: Writing Time

Lord who am I without you? Just a whisper on the wind a broken piece of timber a rolling stone no use at all You fill my heart my soul my mind strangely usefull once again a soul that calls your name a might oak Branches raised to praise your name a mountain that must be climbed so I can touch your HOLY FACE no description webster has for what my heart desires stand before all nations and sing of your marvelous grace If only I a whipper whill whom one stops to listen still they will hear and know in brief that you are God and you alone can save a heart Jehovova Rohi save thier Souls Sasa Smith © October 4, 2007

As I told you before this blog is not just about knitting or poetry...it's about a knitted UFO (unfinished object). I am going to call this God's unfinished object. I notice that I have readers on this blog, yet no commenters...which is ok. I'm going to talk a little about myself today. The Bible says we come into this world as sinners. Hard to believe. Tiny little bundles of joy...sinners? Soon that bundle of joy will learn to say no, when told not to do something that could be harmful to them, it will learn to lie, say mean things, hurt other people, and when they enter school...well, if you have children you already know. By the time they become teenagers and think they have the world in the palm of thier hand, parents are idiots, and of course God must have blessed them with some sort of special intelligence....and yes they rebel against all the things that remind them of thier parents, many times including God. So are we all sinners? If you've ever lied, stolen so...

REFLECTIONS OF A MOM......AND MORE!: My summer of grief and loss

Wow! I have had so many emotionally draining days recently... I have found myself on my knees talking to the only one I know can fix all... several timesas of late. I had a dream once, not very long ago. I dreamed that someone I loved was standing on the edge of a rapidly flooding river. The edge broke off and this person fell into the tumultuous waters, crying for help. I ran to the edge, ready to dive in and save this person. The waters carried all kinds of debri, even cars, portions of homes. I dropped to my knees and cried out to God, Praying with all my heart and soul. I woke up, got out of the bed, got on my knees and began to pray. God let me know through that dream that I couldn't save anyone. Only he could, but I would have to pray. That was what was/is required of me. My father has cancer. It has now become bone cancer. In the last week he has been in the hospital 3 times. Once for a blood transfusion. We share the same birthday...and on November the 27th we will have sha...

Dipped in Hell This is what it is To be Dipped in Hell Death rings its toll… Tossed on waves Without control Thrown up on shore Like nothing more… Than discarded Crumpled Paper Eyes that blankly stare With nothing there… Yet a heart still beats Beneath the looks Of A corpse complete The flames do burn With consuming worms Screams and cries From Deep inside Thrown up on shore Like nothing more… Than discarded Crumpled Paper Eyes that blankly stare With nothing there… This is what it is To be Dipped in Hell Sasa Smith ©2007

Dream On... Do you ever wish you had more cash to spend on yarn? I myself dream of winning the lottery, or miraculously finding a billion $$ hidden in the walls of my house or burried in the back yard. Hey! Everyone has to dream! For now I soothe my self knowing that I could slip into a coma at any time, and live in a dream world where every thing is made of yarn. The sky, the trees, everything! I would have all the yarn I need at my fingertips. Ahhh... All of my knitting friends on the web could be there, and we'd all live happily ever-after. Don't come apart on me now! You know I love you all! Does anyone ever pay attention to politcs at all? Notice how all of our presidents are completely white headed at the end of their terms? Personally I think all presidents should be required to take up knitting upon becoming president. That's right, rub the ear-lobes and knit. They would relieve stress, and who knows we might end up with a pres. who is not completely white headed wh...