Trust, they say, is hard to find, In faces and words that sometimes blind. But if it barks or purrs, warm and true, There’s a certain light that shines through.
A tail that wags, a gentle purr, No hidden motives, no doubt to stir. For in their eyes, so clear and bright, You find a friend who holds you tight.
They won’t betray or let you down, They’re there to lift you when you drown. A bark, a meow, a loyal stare— You know for sure, true love is there.
So if you seek a trust you’ll find, In paws and whiskers, pure and kind, Look no further—your friend is near, With open heart and spirit clear.
Dog spelled backwards is God, a divine little twist, A reminder, perhaps, that He couldn’t resist. For dogs are His way of saying with grace, “I’ll give you a friend to brighten your days.”
They walk by our side with loyalty pure, A steadfast companion through trials, for sure. With eyes full of love, a spirit so true, They’re heaven’s own gift, a light to pursue.
Through laughter and tears, in moments we roam, Dogs prove that God didn’t want us alone. With paws soft and gentle, they comfort and heal, In their quiet devotion, God’s love we feel.
So treasure your dog, this gift from above, A symbol of loyalty, patience, and love. For in every wag, every nuzzle and sigh, Is God’s gentle whisper, “I’m always nearby.”
It’s not the words we speak or sounds we share, But something deeper, soft and rare. Not in phrases, not in lines, But in the spaces where the heart inclines.
True understanding blooms unseen, In glances felt, in moments serene. For language fades, it slips and breaks, Yet feeling stays, and truth it makes.
It’s not in accents, nor in tone, But in the warmth that’s softly grown, Between two souls, in silent grace, In love’s own quiet, sacred place.
So let us share beyond what’s heard, In feelings felt, not merely words. For only hearts that feel as one Will understand when speech is done.
The greatness of a man, it’s not wealth or gold, Not treasures amassed or fortunes bold. But in the quiet strength he shows, In the seeds of kindness that he sows.
It’s in his integrity, firm and bright, A guiding star through the darkest night. In words he speaks that ring with truth, In wisdom shared with age and youth.
He leaves a mark on hearts, not things, A legacy that compassion brings. For riches fade, and fame grows dim, But lives are changed because of him.
The measure of greatness is simple and clear, In love that lingers year after year. So may we seek not wealth or pride, But honor that will long abide.
Created by MarkWaldrop
"The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively. " Bob Marley
You can’t love your country only when you win, True patriotism roots much deeper within. It’s holding fast through the thick and thin, Through struggle and loss, through virtue and sin.
You can’t love your neighbors only when you agree, When beliefs divide like a raging sea. Love bridges gaps that words may not mend, Reminding us all we’re kin, friend to friend.
In triumph or failure, in light or in shade, The strength of true love never will fade. For nations are built not on ease or consent, But on unity forged from hearts unbent.
So stand by your country, your kin, your creed, With love in the hard times—the times of true need. For the greatest of honors, the noblest grace, Is to love without judgment, to hold with embrace.
