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Always do good, let kindness lead, Plant gentle actions like a humble seed. Though you may not see the blooms today, Goodness returns in its own sweet way.
A smile, a hand, a word of care, Ripples of love travel everywhere. What you give out will find its course, Flowing back with a quiet force.
Believe it true, the circle spins, Good deeds bring unexpected wins. In times you need, a light will shine, The fruits of goodness, a gift divine.
So sow your kindness, steady and sure, Its blessings are bound to endure. Always do good, it will come back through, In ways unknown but deeply true.
Uncontrolled fires raged close to me, Flames consuming all I thought would always be. Iâm leaving it behind; I have to flee, Grasping what matters mostâmy family.
Taking loved ones, pets, and treasures dear, Praying through the chaos, trembling with fear. The smoke is thick, the path unclear, But faith sustains me, whispering, âIâm here.â
Dear God, thank You for sparing me, For guiding my steps through what I cannot see. Though ashes remain where my past used to be, Open my eyes to the future Youâve planned for me.
A brand-new year, a hopeful start, Letâs embrace it with a joyful heart. Leave behind the weight of doubt and fear, For brighter days are drawing near.
With a positive mind and spirits high, Weâll spread our wings and touch the sky. Each challenge we face, a chance to grow, Through trials, our strength will always show.
Let gratitude guide each step we take, And kindness bloom in the choices we make. Together we rise, as dreams come alive, Hand in hand, let us thrive in â25.
For every sunrise brings a chance anew, To build, to create, to follow through. With courage and love as our steadfast guide, Thereâs no mountain too steep, no ocean too wide.
So onward we march, with hearts so true, In â25, thereâs nothing we canât do. Letâs lift each other, and together weâll strive, To make this the year we truly thrive!
Former President Jimmy Carter teaches Sunday School class at Maranatha Baptist Church in his hometown Sunday, Aug. 23, 2015, in Plains, Ga. The 90-year-old Carter gave one lesson to about 300 people filling the small Baptist church that he and his wife, Rosalynn, attend. It was Carter’s first lesson since detailing the intravenous drug doses and radiation treatment planned to treat melanoma found in his brain after surgery to remove a tumor from his liver. (AP Photo/David Goldman)
Jimmy Carter said with humble grace, âI tried to make this world a better place.â With quiet strength, he carved his way, Through storms of night to brighter days.
A man of peace with steady hand, He shown goodwill across the land. From humble Plains to the world stage, He wrote his name on historyâs page.
He taught us kindness, the power of care, To see each soul as someone rare. He built with hammers, brick, and heart, Giving lives and dreams a brand-new start.
A steward of justice, a friend of the earth, He showed us all what life is worth. Through decades long, his light has shown, In every heart his seeds are sown.
Jimmy Carter, with faith as guide, Brought hope where hopelessness would reside. He tried, he said, and oh, indeed, He met the worldâs unyielding need.
So now we say, with love embraced, You made this world a better place. A legacy vast, a life well-spent, Your name is carved in firmament.
To live for the moment, to cherish the now, To savor each heartbeat, to make this my vow. The past is a story, its chapters complete, Its lessons are learned, its echoes retreat.
The future looms vast, with worries untold, A tapestry woven in threads of pure gold. But why should I fret for a time yet to be, When the present is waiting, as boundless as sea?
Iâll laugh with the sunrise, Iâll dance in the rain, Find joy in the simple, find peace in the plain. For life is a gift, too fleeting to waste, Each moment a treasure, too precious to haste.
So hereâs my resolve, as the old year departs, To live for the momentâwith all of my heart.
In battles fierce with vices, take your stand,
A warrior within, against the shadows grand.
Let peace with neighbors be your constant song,
Harmony that echoes, enduring and strong.
As the new year dawns, a chance to renew,
A better version of yourself, tried and true.
Forge ahead with wisdom, leave the past behind,
A journey of growth, in every step you find.
January 1, 2024
Mark waldrop
Created from a quote from Benjamin Franklin, in his December, 1755 edition of Poor Richard's Almanac.
In the glow of the twinkling holiday light, There are hearts cloaked in shadow, longing for night. For the laughter once shared, the love once near, Now echoes in memories, cherished yet clear.
Some face the first of the holidays alone, With aching hearts for the love that has flown. Others, the last, with each moment they hold, Precious as diamonds, more valuable than gold.
So as you revel in the seasonâs cheer, Pause for the silent, the grieving, the near. For joyâs bright mantle may not always show The weight of the burdens others may know.
Be kind in your words, be tender, be true, Give a smile, lend a hand, share whatâs good in you. For a small spark of love, a moment of grace, Can light up the darkest, most sorrowful place.
This season of giving is more than a time, Itâs a chance to heal wounds, to soothe and to climb. Together, through joy, through sorrow, weâll find, The strength in compassionâthe heart of mankind.
After the feast, the tableâs clear, Yet leftovers linger, bringing cheer. I thought Iâd never eat again, But hunger returned, as it always does then.
The turkey, the pie, the cranberry spread, Flavors dance anew, though the mealâs long fled. Somehow, they seem to taste better this time, As if patience has seasoned them, oh so sublime.
Imagination turns scraps into treasure, A casserole here, a soup beyond measure. Thank You, Lord, for abundance and grace, For meals reborn, no morsel a waste.
So hereâs to leftovers, a second delight, A testament to blessings, day and night.
