June 29, 2012



 Summers shimmer at the back of my mind.

Over to the redeemed days at 9,  I come back to find again the mysteries of my childhood mirth.

The leafy arms of the fruit trees fan me to sleep at the close of the day and gently rouses me up at the threshold of another sunshine, laden with new hopes in its pockets.

If not for Pam of Writing Apples of Gold and Diane of An Encouraging Word,
I would have shut down those parts, parceled with the gloomy ones.  Then I would  never have the courage to pen down my voice or put fingers to keys and tell my stories in this blog.

Trees of the poem were planted by the Creator upon Eden's fertile grounds. They can be food for our tables, wood for houses or for shades on summer days.

The green foliage, like a mother with leafy arms, embraces me and wraps me in its shady fold.

Skirting around them with songs of praise, are my feathery friends, as they herald the first rays, sending one stretching up arms in praise and in celebration of a day full of new mercies.

On tiptoe, I ambled slowly along the sleeping hall, to the waiting giants surrounding our rural shack.  On one limb hangs a hammock that stands as a silent witness to a young heart that shares their freedom to reach up  the sky and span dreams.

Cradling carefully my newly borrowed collection of Grimm's Fairy Tales, I gently lowered myself to sit on the hammock..... and began to loose into the realms of "once upon a time, far far away" magic. I  dance at the grand ballroom with Belle, or scour floors with Cinderella, then climb up the tower with the golden tresses of Rapunzel.

Always and always, wishing the proverbial witch will forever banish into a cloud of smoke, never again to return,
and leave the princes and princesses in their castle to thrive in the land of ever after, and grow a court of little crown heirs.

Engrossed deeply into the pages of faraway lands, least aware was I of the chorus line dancing to the breezy tunes, adding shivers to the rapturous scenes of nobility and chivalry.

Soon it is time for breakfast at the Beast castle.  Mrs. Potts with the help of Little Chip, is tinkering around the table, preparing breakfast for Belle and Beast.  Chinks of cutlery and China send chimes into my ears.

This is the day when the rose will wilt down to its last petal, and she wishes Belle will redeem them back to their normal selves.

As the music rose to crescendo, I hear the call from Mrs. Potts, growing closer and louder.  But it is not Belle's name I hear being called.  It is, "Lolita, where are you? Come to breakfast now!"  It is my Momma's musical voice.

Slowly, I rise to her beacon.  Breakfast is ready and I have to fly back to Real Land and fill my signalling tummy.  "Time for breakfast, Mrs. Potts, Little Chip, I promise to come back later before the twilight calls." 

I make a hasty salute to my green canopied friends, hesitant to leave the shade.  But I need to come home to my family who are anxiously awaiting for the absentee.  Dry leaves rustle underneath, providing crispy notes to my departing skips.

Mrs. Mango and Mr. Tamarind shimmers a leafy goodbye at my receding back.  


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer time wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately live with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

By:  Joyce Kilmer

I rejoice over the workmanship of our God.  All creation rejoices and declares His glory.

Revelations 5:13 (NLT)

And then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea.  They sang:  "Blessing and honor and glory and power belong to the one sitting on the throne and to the Lamb forever and ever."


I’m joining Michelle today for Graceful Summer, and you will find more ways to spend summers with.


  1. Lolita!! This is beautiful! I love your imagery, right from the title on through. This line is so lovely:
    "The leafy arms of the fruit trees fan me to sleep at the close of the day and gently rouses me up at the threshold of another sunshine, laden with new hopes in its pockets." I'm so glad you didn't give in to your thoughts of not writing. You bless me!
    I love that poem too. Have you ever seen the old 1960's American show called "Leave it to Beaver?" It's about two boys and their family life. The youngest, nicknamed Beaver, always gets into trouble. There was one show that I still remember... he had to learn this poem in school and was saying it all sing-songy without appreciation. Then he remembered a long ago tree that was given to him for his birthday one year, and suddenly understood the poem. When he recited it in school next, it was with wonder and beauty in his voice. Your post makes me think of that too. :)

  2. Just to clarify...When I said Beaver always got into trouble, it was because he was so innocent and always gullible... not because he was bad...

  3. Thank you, Pam.

    I am happy that you love my imagery.

    And thanks for telling me of the story about Beaver.... and the poem of the Tree.

  4. Oh, my Lolita!

    This post is a work of art. Your creativity and imagery just blows me away! This is worthy of publication!

    I'm so blessed that you are a blogger. My life wouldn't be the same without your words reaching deep into my being and settling like a dew drop on a leaf.

    I, too, love trees. Big, OLD ones!

    Truly, this should be published, Lolita! You are an author. Thank you for this delightful post.

  5. Thanks, my ever loving and encouraging FRIEND. You humble me to the max, like Pam.

    Wahooo! I like that. Worthy to be published. That is enough for me, D.

    Pam and Shelly of Redemption's Beauty inspires me to deep thoughts of yesteryears.

    Thank you so much, D.

  6. Lolita, this is a truly beautiful post. It gives me a glimpse into the beauty of your heart. What an honor it is for me that God allowed our paths to cross. What a blessing indeed.

    I love trees, and this poem by Joyce Kilmer is one of my favorites. I love hammocks too.

    Love the new look on your blog.

    Blessings always

  7. Hello, Sister Lidj,

    I've been to your blog because I know you have posted your ender for June.

    I printed your post to bring back home. I had such a busy day yesterday. And I know I need to digest what you have to share to us for the whole month.

    Thank you that you found my little shimmery post of my childhood days among trees.

    I memorized that poem in elementary.... and it is posted on trees lining up the road to and from our airport in Mactan Island, Cebu. That's the island of my birth.

    It celebrates the creator of trees which the poets try to put words to.

    God bless you, my sister in Christ.

    I am gonna go back soon.

  8. And for this new look. Thanks that you like it, sister Lidj.

    Wahoo!!! It took me so much time to learn how to apply those free blogger templates here:


    I love the notebook/organized look...

  9. You ate a very good writer and it was like i was there with under the mango tree and having a good time in the fairytale land.

  10. Thank you so much, Joy.

    You inspire me. There are those times that I don't know where I get those words from. And then I look back and see that they are inspired by our God, when you look upon His bigness, one is like a child again.

    In the muddle of the busy and noisy life, we constantly are at the barrage of the enemy and we get distracted.... then comes some unstable times. They block our peace which gives us hollowness and openness of God's outpourings and inspiration.

    Anyway, thank you.

  11. Lolita-
    Oh my goodness-this is Beautiful!!

    You DO have a Green Thumb!! WOW....

    I can't get over its height-just as you say, "reaching toward HIM" and my dear, my precious little Granny would be saying "Martha, you need to learn her Secrets!!!!"

    She too had a wonderful Green Thumb!!!

    Great post, always filled with love and Dedication toward God.

    Blessings my friend. Martha

  12. You bless me so, Martha.

    Thank you. There is no secret. I just love to be a child in the eyes of our God-fully dependent upon His grace.

    Bless you, my dear.

  13. Lolita,

    I enjoy growing unique plants too. How fun that one was, and the analogy you drew from it.

    Counting his gifts brings joy, doesn't it? Thanks for your cheerful comments and presence on my site.

    Jennifer Dougan

  14. Yes, Jen.

    I love to be in your place where you always send me higher than the sod, where we can meet up with our Father and be soaked with all that He can be for us and through us.

  15. You did it, Lolita! :) I love seeing your little icon on the graceful summer site...and this is the PERFECT selection for you to link there... :) I was just reading all the comments and love what you say about loving to be a child before Him. Me too. And to remember the sweet times or redeemed versions of them... :) I just had to sail on over here again too!

  16. Thank you for teaching me how to do it, Pam.

    Sometimes, I don't like stepping on unfamiliar places.

    I once entered the Rain, Rain, Rain post at tell me a story.

    Ms. Hazel visits me once in a while.

  17. I understand... but as we pray, God will lead us to the "unfamiliar places" He wants us in... :)

  18. Pam, that is where most of my tarrying lies.

    Timidity and less movement due to some physical hindrances. But we need to give these up to Him too, as you have posted most recently..... about King Jehoshapat, whose eyes was always up to our God.


Thanks for your company. I am glad you are here. Your encouraging word is appreciated. It brings joy like a cool breeze on a hot day. GBU!