In the gentle thaw of spring's embrace, Where new beginnings softly trace, The outline of the world's serene face, Dear Lord, maybe it's time.
Wes Maybe it's time to slow, to find The simpler joys we've left behind. Cook a meal, let flavors unwind, In the warmth of a kitchen, secrets bind.
Let's play games with the kids, let laughter ring, In each echo, life's joy we bring. Sit for a spell, feel the calm a cat can sling, And sup on a cup of coffee, let your heart sing.
Maybe it's time to kneel, to pray, To wonder, to dream, to stray From paths worn deep, to a brighter day, For we're never too old to dream, come what may.
It's time to think, to truly see, The fleeting moments that used to be. The elders' wisdom, a towering tree, Maybe it's time we gentle, in humility.
Acknowledge we are a Nation under God, In His grace, we are flawed yet awed. It's time to ponder the path we trod, The things we love, the facade we applaud.
As spring unfurls its vibrant hue, Let's rethink the attention we accrue To things unimportant, untrue, Dear Lord, maybe it's time for a view anew.
For it's the first day of spring, a season to cherish, A time for love to grow, not perish. In this rebirth, let's vow to nourish The life, the love we dearly wish to flourish.
In the quiet hush of dawn's soft light,
Where memories linger from night to night,
I penned a tribute, heartfelt and right,
For a simple man, my guiding light.
He wore the colors of Alaskan skies,
In favorite shirt and pants, his humble guise.
A city boy, with twinkling eyes,
Adopted country's simplicity, wise.
His spirit, a testament to living plain,
A life so full, yet remarkably sane.
The essence of simplicity, his gain,
In every act, love was the main.
"He was a simple man," I proudly said,
A soul of depth, where kindness spread.
He sought not praise, his heart instead,
Was a beacon of love, where all were led.
He worshipped God with love so pure,
No need for merits, his faith secure.
A simple love, so deep, so sure,
A testament to a heart so pure.
As I reflect upon my own life's span,
I wish no more than to follow this plan.
To be remembered as simple, to stand
As one who loved, who took God's hand.
To live a life from the heart, to use
Talents for good, to kindly infuse
The world with simplicity, to choose
A path of humility, no grandeur to muse.
Let it be said, when my time is near,
"She was a simple person," let it ring clear.
A life of love, of God so dear,
A simple person, without frontier.
March 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the gentle thaw of spring's embrace,
Where new beginnings softly trace,
The outline of the world's serene face,
Dear Lord, maybe it's time.
Maybe it's time to slow, to find
The simpler joys we've left behind.
Cook a meal, let flavors unwind,
In the warmth of a kitchen, secrets bind.
Let's play games with the kids, let laughter ring,
In each echo, life's joy we bring.
Sit for a spell, feel the calm a cat can sling,
And sup on a cup of coffee, let your heart sing.
Maybe it's time to kneel, to pray,
To wonder, to dream, to stray
From paths worn deep, to a brighter day,
For we're never too old to dream, come what may.
It's time to think, to truly see,
The fleeting moments that used to be.
The elders' wisdom, a towering tree,
Maybe it's time we gentle, in humility.
Acknowledge we are a Nation under God,
In His grace, we are flawed yet awed.
It's time to ponder the path we trod,
The things we love, the facade we applaud.
As spring unfurls its vibrant hue,
Let's rethink the attention we accrue
To things unimportant, untrue,
Dear Lord, maybe it's time for a view anew.
For it's the first day of spring, a season to cherish,
A time for love to grow, not perish.
In this rebirth, let's vow to nourish
The life, the love we dearly wish to flourish.
March 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
I have butterflies when I began to speak
I make them Holy from the spirit I seek
The butterflies slow their wings to a rhythm of love
Sent from My Heavenly Father from Heaven above
Calmness comes from within not from without in a world of sin
Thank you for sending Your Son Jesus to come live within
March 19, 2024
Mark Waldrop
In the heart of Philadelphia’s vibrant hum,
Lies a tale of simple faith, from which great lessons come.
A little girl, with hopes so high and pockets light,
Stood outside a church, a sorrowful sight.
"Too crowded," they said, "No room for you today."
Her heart broke in pieces; she couldn't pray.
But a pastor saw, beyond her shabby frame,
A soul yearning for love, not seeking fame.
With a gentle hand, he led her through the door,
Found a spot in Sunday School, on the polished floor.
That night, her heart light, she dreamed of spaces wide,
Where no child was turned away, no tears to hide.
Years passed, her light dimmed, to heaven, she did depart,
Leaving behind a purse, and an enormous heart.
Fifty-seven cents and a note, scrawled with love so pure,
"This is to help the church grow, of this, I am sure."
The pastor, moved by love, shared her story wide,
A call to hearts of many, letting her spirit guide.
A wealthy man, touched by grace, offered land to sow,
For fifty-seven cents, a new hope began to grow.
Donations poured like rain, from places far and near,
A testament to love, and to a girl so dear.
From her small gift, a legacy was born,
A church, a university, a hospital, dawned.
Temple Baptist Church, with seats for thousands more,
Temple University, with knowledge at its core.
The Good Samaritan Hospital, a beacon of healing light,
And a Sunday School, where no child is out of sight.
Her portrait hangs, a reminder of what faith can do,
Beside Dr. Russell H. Conwell, whose vision saw it through.
Fifty-seven cents, not just a meager sum,
But a seed of faith, from which miracles come.
In Philadelphia, remember this tale so bright,
Of a little girl’s love, shining ever so light.
What God can do with fifty-seven cents, you see,
Is a testament to faith, love, and humility.
March 18, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Little feet depend on you and me
To direct their path to being happy
Little feet are so tender and bare
Caress them to show we care
Little feet will follow behind our steps
Growing each day in love that helps
Little feet will be grown someday
Other little feet will follow and play
March 17, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In a realm where the skies stretch endless and blue,
Beyond the veil, where each dawn feels brand new,
There's a place, serene, where love's forever true,
A heavenly home where our pets wait, in view.
Gentle meadows under soft, eternal light,
Where the air hums with joy, day and night,
Here, every bond remains unbroken, tight,
In this paradise, every soul takes flight.
No farewell here, just a sweet, serene pause,
Where time's embrace gently softens its jaws,
Every creature basks in love's warm applause,
Bound by a promise, without any clause.
Through the fields, they come running to greet,
With wagging tails and purrs, oh so sweet,
In their eyes, the love we've always known,
They wait for us, in this heavenly home.
So fear not the journey, or the passage of time,
For in this divine haven, everything's sublime,
Our pets, our friends, in their prime,
Whisper, "It's easy to come home, where love's the rhyme."
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the quiet twilight's gentle dome,
Where the whispers of the evening roam,
There's a solace in the breeze that's blown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.
Through the miles that stretch and vast skies dome,
Past the fields where wildflowers have grown,
There's a path that's lit by the love shown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.
As the stars above start to brightly shone,
And the moon in its full glory is thrown,
My heart beats a rhythm, soft-tone,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.
No matter how far or wide I've flown,
To lands unknown, on journeys of my own,
There's a beacon, constantly, brightly sown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.
For home is not just a place of stone,
But where love and warmth are forever known,
A haven where seeds of trust are grown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
There is Divine Hope in the distant air
We share this Hope because we care
Hope brings light into day
Hope is Love along the way
God whispers Hope in difficult times
Hope delivers us from many crimes
Hope brings us out of despair
Because the Great I Am cares
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of time, woven thread by thread,
There’s a truth that dances, softly said:
Jesus, in His wisdom, in His grace sublime,
Moves with a rhythm, always on time.
Not a moment early, nor a second late,
His timing perfect, through every twist of fate.
In our impatience, we may often find,
Doubts and worries troubling our mind.
Yet, in every sunrise, in every setting sun,
His promises unfold, one by one.
For in the silence, in the waiting, we see
The beauty of His timing, precise and free.
When the storms rage fierce and the night seems long,
When our hearts grow weary, our faith not strong,
He whispers gently, amidst our fear and strife,
"I am with you always, in every part of life."
Just at the right moment, He steps in,
Turning our losses into wins.
With miracles fashioned from His love divine,
Jesus shows us, He’s always on time.
So trust in His timing, let go of your fears,
For His plan is unfolding, year by year.
In every season, in every rhyme,
Remember, our Savior is always on time.
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
