Lingering Memories

Riding through the woods on a snowy day,
Nothing more pleasant, I must say.

The hush of winter, so calm and deep,
A world of wonder in slumbering sleep.

The trees stand tall in robes of white,
Glistening softly in pale daylight.

The soft flakes kiss my weary face,
Falling gently with tender grace.

Seeing my breath in the cold, crisp air,
My horse steps lightly with careful care.

He tosses his head, eager to roam,
Hooves crunching the path that leads us home.

Such great times to cherish and keep,
Moments that wake and moments that sleep.

The joy of laughter, the sorrow of years,
Memories linger with warm, salty tears.

MarkWaldrop

Do What You Like

    Do What You Like

Do what you like, let your heart lead the way,
Feel the weight of sorrow slowly decay.
With every step, with each new start,
The pain will loosen, depart from your heart.

The more you do, the lighter it seems,
Lost in purpose, wrapped in dreams.
Until one day, without a trace,
All the pain has left its place.

So move, create, and let life flow,
In joy and passion, healing will grow.
Do what you like, embrace the day,
And watch the hurt just fade away.

MarkWaldrop

Ecc 9:10  Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

Aim True

You can never hit a target unseen,
Wandering lost in places between.
A goal unspoken, a dream unclear,
Will fade like whispers we barely hear.

But set your sights, stand strong and bold,
Chase the vision your heart has told.
With faith and focus, take your aim,
Step by step, fuel the flame.

For arrows fly where eyes are set,
Through trials, struggles, and regret.
Yet those who aim with purpose bright,
Will find their mark in truth and light.

MarkWaldrop

"you can never hit a targer you don't even have"
Zig Ziglar

A Chosen Soul

In every generation, near and far,
God chooses souls like shining stars.
He calls the faithful, strong and true,
To bear His light in all they do.

Through fire’s trial, they have stood,
Refined and tempered as He would.
The weight of Heaven in their hands,
A sacred trust—His perfect plans.

His Presence flows through purified hearts,
A flame that darkness can’t depart.
His Glory moves, a mighty wave,
Through those who live to serve and save.

The essence of Heaven, pure and bright,
Pours through their steps, a guiding light.
For they are chosen, tried, and true,
To bring His will to all they do.

MarkWaldrop

Go on Ahead

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Go on ahead. I will catch up.
I’m not as fast as I used to be.
Time slows me down, but that’s okay—
I’m still plodding along,
Doing the best I can each day.

The road behind is long and worn,
The steps ahead feel slow,
But love’s not bound by time or pace—
It’s deeper than we know.

So go on, love. I’ll be there soon,
No matter how far you stray.
For love outlasts both time and space—
And I will find my way.

MarkWaldrop

The Art of Letting Go

I asked, “How do I break the chains,
Escape the dark, release the pain?”
The answer came both soft and strong,
“You’ve fought too hard, you’ve held too long.”

“In human form, we grasp and cling,
To every loss, to everything.
We fear to lose, yet fail to see,
Some weights will sink us in the sea.”

“Imagine now, your ship has sunk,
The ocean deep, your body drunk
On endless fights, on worn-out strife,
Still battling waves to cling to life.”

“But as the water pulls you low,
A whisper says, just let it go.
No more struggle, no more fight,
Just surrender to the night.”

“And in that stillness, peace is found,
The ocean sings, the fish surround.
The light above, a distant hue,
Yet darkness here feels warm and true.”

“No fear remains, just quiet grace,
As if in love’s most sweet embrace.
And when you wake upon the shore,
You find you’re whole, yet something more.”

“For in the depths where silence grows,
You touched the part that always knows—
The self untouched by past despair,
The soul that’s whole beyond repair.”

“The hardest step, to lose control,
Yet that’s the path to make you whole.
The fighter fights to stay afloat,
But freedom waits beneath the boat.”

“So trust the fall, release the past,
The storm will fade, the tide won’t last.
And in surrender, life begins—
Not in the fight, but what’s within.”

MarkWaldrop

The Soil

The soil is good for the soul,
A gift of life, both deep and whole.
With gentle hands, we sow and reap,
Harvesting blessings rich and deep.

The food it gives, so pure, so true,
Feeds the body, mind, and spirit too.
Golden grains and fruits so sweet,
A feast of love in every seed.

The rain may fall, the sun may shine,
But nature’s touch is most divine.
With every root and sprouting vine,
God’s own mercy intertwines.

So tend the earth with patient grace,
And you will find a sacred place.
For in the soil, both strong and free,
Lies the breath of eternity.

MarkWaldrop

Won’t You Be My Valentine

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Won’t you be my Valentine?
I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine.

Valentines are rare and true,
Friends so precious, far and few.

If you find one, hold them near,
For they will always be most dear.

They’ll love you through each joy and trial,
With God’s love shining all the while.

As time goes by, our hearts expand,
Yet parting’s touch we understand.

But when our Valentine must go,
It’s just a pause—we surely know.

For in God’s arms, we’ll meet again,
Together forever, in joy without end.

MarkWaldrop

Kindred Souls

Not the ones who speak alike,
but those whose hearts align,
find in silence, in a glance,
a language more divine.

Words may falter, fade, or break,
yet feelings bridge the space,
a touch, a tear, a knowing look—
the soul leaves its trace.

Beyond the borders words create,
beyond the tongue’s embrace,
it’s love, it’s sorrow, it’s pure truth
that time cannot erase.

For in the hush where voices end,
where echoes fade away,
two souls that feel the world the same
will always find their way.

MarkWaldrop

Ready to Meet the Creator

No matter the way, no matter the time,
Life fades like the setting sun’s chime.
By nature’s hand or fate’s cruel tide,
One day, we all must step inside.

Some leave in slumber, peaceful, still,
Some by chance, against their will.
Some in battle, some in flight,
Yet all must face the endless night.

But death is not the journey’s end,
It is the door where souls ascend.
And what remains beyond that gate
Is set not by chance, but choice and fate.

So keep your soul, your heart made right,
Walk in truth, embrace the Light.
For none may know the hour or day,
When earth will fade and call us away.

Be ready, friend, make peace today,
With God who holds the final say.
For when you stand before His face,
Only His mercy will be your grace.

MarkWaldrop

Mat 24:36  "But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.