Sometimes, when shadows cloud our day,
We don’t need words to light the way.
No questions asked, no answers sought,
Just quiet company, deeply thought.

A presence near, no need to speak,
No solutions offered, no wisdom to seek.
For feelings twist and turn and ache,
And understanding sometimes takes its break.

The burden is ours, too heavy to share,
Yet their silent warmth shows they care.
They sit, they stay, without demand,
Their quiet strength, a steady hand.

No “You’re not alone” needs to be said,
The comfort’s in their stillness instead.
For in that moment, with them near,
The weight feels lighter, the world less severe.

Sometimes, a breath, a touch, a glance,
Is all it takes to shift the stance.
Not alone—that truth’s enough,
To remind us we’re held, even when life’s tough.

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MarkWaldrop

Finally in bed, the battles cease,
A fleeting moment of quiet peace.
The pillow whispers its softest lore,
While the blanket shields like a closing door.

The world spins on; it can wait its turn,
For now, there’s no need to fret or yearn.
Dreams await in their gentle embrace,
A sanctuary from life’s frantic pace.

So close your eyes, let the darkness dwell,
Good night, dear heart, and sleep so well.
Tomorrow will come with its trials anew,
But for now, the night belongs to you.

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MarkWaldrop

My life isn’t perfect, but that’s okay,
I wake with gratitude every day.
Though storms may gather, skies may gray,
I find the light along the way.

The dreams I chased, not all came true,
Yet blessings abound, both old and new.
A roof, a meal, a warm embrace,
Love surrounds me in every space.

Perfection’s a shadow, a fleeting thing,
But joy is found in the song I sing.
In simple moments, my heart takes flight,
Grateful for the gifts in plainest sight.

For every trial, a lesson learned,
For every loss, a love returned.
The road is rugged, the journey steep,
But in my soul, God’s peace I keep.

So here I stand, both flawed and free,
Thankful for all that’s given to me.
Perfect or not, I take my stand,
A grateful heart, a life in hand.

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MarkWaldrop

The single most miscalculation I made
Across these almost seventy-eight years,
Was to think intellect could forge a blade
Sharper than mercy, gentler than tears.

I once believed that wisdom’s fire
Could light the way through shadowed lands,
That reason’s climb would take me higher,
Beyond the need for softer hands.

But the head, though strong, cannot replace
The heart that bends, the soul that gives.
For mercy flows with boundless grace,
And through such love, the spirit lives.

In chasing truth, I overlooked
The simple kindness I received,
And only now, with pages booked,
Do I see where I was deceived.

Mercy mends where logic fractures,
Grace rebuilds where reason fails.
Love sustains through all life’s chapters,
When intellect’s bright flame pales.

So as I near the twilight’s gleam,
I cherish mercy’s warm embrace,
And walk with grace, my final theme
The wisest path, the truest place.

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MarkWaldrop

What you settle for is what you suffer from,
What you settle for is where your joy comes from.
Life is a balance of what we choose,
Yet God’s blessings are never meant to lose.

Don’t settle for less than you deserve,
For you are crafted with love and nerve.
His plans for you are mighty and grand,
Shaped by the touch of His gentle hand.

He wants the best for you, this is true,
Because He made you, uniquely you.
So raise your eyes, your heart, your voice,
In faith and courage, make the best choice.

Trust in His promise, follow His way,
And let His goodness brighten your day.
For what you settle for shapes your strife,
So seek His best and embrace His life.

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MarkWaldrop