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date submitted 22.05.2011
date updated 28.02.2013
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Meditative Musings

James Revoir

Musings about Faith and Life


This is a personal collection of poetry, borne out of twenty years of life experience.

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The Fall comes ever sooner...

The aged, dying year steadily ebbs away, its final gasps of breath looming in the not too distant horizon.

The bloom of summer will soon be but a distant memory as the trees, young and old, mighty and weak, and only yesterday in the fullness of their beauty, will almost overnight be stripped of their garments, standing exposed and denuded like lifeless skeletons in a stark vigil of death.

The hour of slumber draws near, when the lush, green grass will fall into a deep sleep - seemingly dead on the surface, but a tiny thread of life desperately clinging to survival under a suffocating blanket of snow.

But summer does not surrender without a fight; but rather goes out in a brilliant blaze of glory - in sundry hues of chili-pepper red, fiery orange, and a dazzling display of colors representing every spectrum of the rainbow.

In the nearby mountains, streaks of blazing yellow aspen trees dance across the mountainsides, passionately splashed in wild brushstrokes against a dark evergreen canvas by the master Painter.

All creation great and small instinctively knows that a time of famine draws ominously near; and the creatures and critters hurriedly scurry and scatter hither and thither to fatten themselves and hide away provisions for their precious loved ones to sustain them through the dark days ahead.

As if blowing the lid off dusty boxes in the attic and reverently sifting through the contents, I am taken back in the theater of my mind to pleasant, innocent, albeit fading memories of an increasingly distant childhood: Shuffling and kicking and stomping through layers of dry, crinkly, crackling leaves; taking in the pungent, smoky waft of smoldering piles of brush; experiencing the annual arrival of the first frost, tingling the extremities with a cold, sharp bite - misty vapors of breath momentarily hanging in front of my face with every warm exhale, then quickly vanishing; waiting impatiently each morning for the familiar arrival of the bright yellow, squealing, screeching school bus - its air brakes squishing at each stop like an old steam locomotive, then clumsily lurching and lumbering forth to the next stop upon the boarding of the last passenger; and finally, proudly sporting my clean, sharply pressed, never-before-worn school clothes bought just days hence from JC Penney.

And before long, the world settles into a long hibernation, not to be aroused again until the anticipated arrival of Spring.



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alphamomma wrote 519 days ago

I am finally publishing my book of poems. I took your advice about the arrangement. I would like to include your comments in the front of the book along with the other "reviews."

“As your name means "like Christ" so your poetry beautifully reflects your passion and intimacy with Him.” James Revoir

If I have your approval, please leave a permission message on my Facebook page - Christine Gail Garcia.

Thank you.

Peter B wrote 533 days ago

Yeah, we all wanted to marry Audrey! Super collection of musings, that is a good assessment. This is not just one afternoons jotting down notes speculating on so many different topics and aspects of who knows what's to come next. Nice job buddy Jim. Peter B.

evermoore wrote 569 days ago

Such such a gift you've shared. From the first...Grampa's Hands...the descriptive way you spoke of his life, comparing it to the rings of a he used that axe making you bring up Adam in the Garden...and his comment...ohhhhhhhhh, James...I laughed. I knew your poetry would be a delight to read and I was right.

God bless...Linda
Children Walking With Jesus

patio wrote 581 days ago

Gloomy Gladness read like a song
I love poems, hence I love this book

patio wrote 664 days ago

You done a good story on Hitler

Cara Gold wrote 673 days ago

{Meditative Musings} – James Revoir
I read the first five of your musings; ‘Blackberries’, ‘Grampa’s Hands’, ‘Hitler’, ‘Mouses and Houses’ and ‘Rush Hour.’
What a lovely collection you have here! In these five short chapters, you have already shown such diversity and given me a great deal of enjoyment.

I like ‘Blackberries’ for the way you explore the relationship between mother and child. The last three lines truly touched me ‘There is mother and child and no one else/And the quiet sanctuary of their home/Is their entire universe.’ Mother/child relationships are something I like to explore too in my writing, so this really touched me!

‘Grampa’s Hands’ was very different, more personal because of the use of the first person. It made me pause for a moment and think – nice shift from the Adam in the ‘Garden of Eden’ and the old man, Adam Smith. Interesting… this made me think…

‘Hitler’ – your writing is powerful here, to capture the brutal nature of what Hitler did. The link to devil and fallen angels is very strong.

‘Mouses and Houses’ – such a light contrast from the previous chapter! Enjoyable with its comic undercurrents :)

‘Rush Hour’ – lots of terrific images to capture the feeling, indeed, of rush hour. The very structuring of the poem itself is ‘loose’ and rolls fluidly along, keeping the reading pace fast, and making us feel like we’re caught in the rush.

Thank you so much for sharing these, they are delightful to read and I hope to come back soon! Thank you also for your lovely comment on ‘Dawn of Destruction’, it means a lot to me that you like my writing :)

hadley wrote 716 days ago

Hi James I am finally making my way down my very large list of books to read and I have found yours to be quite delightful. Whether you are describing situations from high school, watching the News or going off to summer camp you obviously have a very poetic way of expressing your thoughts. I love how in the last chapter you sum it all up as being a choice as to how one decides to think feel etc no matter what life throws at you. God is still in control and we just need to trust. Thank you for your honesty and biblical creativity. This would be a great daily devotioinal and benefit many. Nice job, high stars and watch list,
Mary ann
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JamesRevoir wrote 896 days ago

Hello Bridget:

Thank you for your kind comments and for backing Meditative Musings.

Bless you!


I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

Bridget Sherman wrote 896 days ago

I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

John Page wrote 958 days ago

Beautiful poetry...meditative indeed. Clearly your life is one of wonder, musing, and reflection, and humor. Best wishes.