In peaks high where eagles dare to fly,
And valleys deep where shadows lie,
The same God reigns, untouched by height,
A constant force in day and night.
Let every path I walk, high or low,
Reflect the love that from Him flows.
In mountain air or valley's gloom,
His love shines forth, dispels all doom.
No peak too high, no depth too steep,
For His grace to hold, His keep.
In every breath, and step I take,
Let God's love shine, for His own sake.
May 3, 2024
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Unchain your heart, let feelings rise,
As butterflies from cocooned disguise.
Let sorrow's weight take wing and soar,
In shared embrace, it pains no more.
Together mourn, together bear,
The load of loss becomes less to wear.
Shared love's touch, so soft, so tender,
Mends the breaks that life can render.
Grief, a shadow, dark and vast,
Finds its reprieve when love is cast.
Empty spaces start to fill,
With love's light, warm, and tranquil.
Let go, and let the heavens guide,
In God's own hands, our fears confide.
For in His grace, we find release,
In letting go, we find our peace.
May 3, 2024
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In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar,
May my witness be love, opening every door.
A beacon that shines through the darkest night,
A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy,
May my witness be peace, a serene envoy.
A river that flows past boulders and fray,
Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy,
May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed.
A laughter that echoes over valleys deep,
A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy,
May love, peace, and joy be my employ.
A testament written in life’s tough soil,
Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
May 3, 2024
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In gardens of hope where joy blooms wide,
Amidst the colors of morning’s first light,
Be the heart that sings in vibrant hue,
Cradling dreams in the dawn's fresh dew.
When shadows stretch and trials weigh,
When storms cloud over the clear of day,
Stand firm, oh soul, with patience stay,
Through night’s long watch till break of day.
And in the quiet, in whispered air,
Lift your voice in faithful prayer,
A constant stream, a sacred flare,
A beacon bright in despair’s lair.
For in these verses, life is spun,
In joy, in trial, the two become one,
A tapestry rich, under heaven's sun,
Woven by hands that never shun.
So live each verse, each line, each rhyme,
In hope, in pain, in prayer’s chime,
And find the beauty, time by time,
In the divine's own perfect climb.
Rom 12:12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
May 3, 2024
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Beneath the veil of distant woes,
Through eyes that watch yet never close,
A truth, unseen, around us flows;
Only felt when sorrow shows.
Each heart, a vault of silent screams,
In shadows hides its broken dreams,
Until the crack of fate redeems,
And empathy in true light beams.
For knowledge borne from books and speech,
Can never all our spirits reach,
Till experience extends its teach,
With lessons only life can preach.
So judge not pain you have not known,
The seeds of grief not in you sown,
For understanding’s grace is shown,
When through our own trials we’ve grown.
People will never truly understand something until it happens to them.
May 2, 2024
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The first Thursday in May has been declared the National Day of Prayer
Everyone in our Great Nation should bow their head to show how much we care
Our Creator has given us so much to be Thankful for
A moment of silence will pay hommage to Him forevermore
May 2, 2024
The first Thursday in May
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In these trying times, under heavy skies,
Where many a heart in shadow lies,
Be it from sickness, solitude, or silent cries,
Remember, there's a flicker where hope never dies.
Though the burden weighs like stone upon our chest,
And in our weary souls, we seek a rest,
Across the land, the flowers boldly bloom,
Defiant sparks of color against the gloom.
The mountains don their robes of emerald hue,
Birds chant melodies, old yet ever new.
Each dawn, their songs pierce the misty air,
A symphony of hope, dispelling despair.
Spring whispers through the trees, a lush embrace,
Butterflies twirl in an enchanted dance.
Amidst this splendor, hear the children's glee,
Their laughter sprinkling joy, so wild and free.
Take a silent stroll through gardens, divine,
Where peace walks gently, hand in hand with time.
No words are needed, just the presence felt,
Of Jesus by your side, where worries melt.
Together we endure, through pain and loss,
Sharing the path, our burdens to toss.
In life's garden, tread softly, let your heart mend,
Visit often, where grace and beauty blend.
Blessed we are, even in our strife,
God walks with us, in the garden of life.
So hold on to the promise of each new dawn,
For in our unity, hope is reborn.
February 2, 2024
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In the quiet corners of a shelter dim,
A kind soul entered, her mission grim.
She sought not youth with a frolic's leap,
But the oldest heart, long left to keep.
"Who bears the weight of years untold?"
She asked, her voice both firm and bold.
We led her to old Jake's side,
Where hope, not just the dog, had died.
Jake's eyes, once bright, now softly glowed,
His face told stories of roads less trod.
With cancer's mark and skin worn thin,
He'd watched his chances grow ever dim.
Melani knelt, her gaze met his,
In that still moment, born was bliss.
Not just a rescue, simple and plain,
But love's pure pact, forged in silent pain.
For her, no beast too frail or old,
Her heart a sanctuary, brave and bold.
She came not for a companion's grace,
But to cradle a fading soul, a last embrace.
Now Jake, in his twilight's tender clutch,
Feels the love he craved so much.
God bless the woman with strength to choose
The one most lost, with least to lose.
Heroes walk among us, saints unseen,
Who look beyond what is, to what might have been.
Thank Melani, with voices loud!
For loving the forgotten, she stands proud.
February 2, 2024
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Oh, to return to days gone by, when Pap would stride along,
Up the railroad, his purpose clear, in his heart a humble song.
He marked his vote upon the Republican slate, yet at home, peace did dwell,
For mother was a staunch Democrat, but love rang the dinner bell.
May 1, 2024
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Taken from the story:
Old one Quilt Pieces
Shirley Noe Swiesz
My desire to do the best I can each day
To hold nothing against anyone, I pray
To help others in their time of need
For at one time, I also did bleed
My desire to know my Creator on a personal basis
Through His Son Jesus, who is so Divenly Gracious
My desire to walk a little closer to Him each day
Keeping my eye on His son Jesus as I walk along the way
April 30, 2024
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