Beneath the vast, awakening sky, Where dreams roam free, and spirits fly, An Arizona sunrise begins to unfold In hues of crimson, amber, and gold.
The desert whispers in hushed tones light As stars fade gently into the night. Cacti stand tall, silhouettes cast; in the fleeting moments, night is surpassed.
Mountains grasp the first rays of day; in their rugged arms, light comes into play. The horizon blushes, a radiant smile Casting its warmth over every mile.
Skies painted in a vibrant array, A masterpiece born at break of day. Birds sing in chorus, a symphony of life, Welcoming the dawn, dispelling strife.
A gentle breeze dances through the air, Carrying promises of stories to share—an Arizona sunrise, a moment so divine, A daily reminder that the world is thine.
So here, beneath the wide, azure dome, We’re reminded of the beauty of home. In every sunrise, there’s a new chance to say, Today will be a beautiful day.
In the morning light, ’neath mountains tall, A word once foreign echoed a call.“Hillbilly,” they said, with a sneer, a jeer, A label that brought neither joy nor cheer.
My brother returned with stories anew, Claiming that title for us, the mountain crew.“Dumb, stupid, ignorant,” definitions came, But we knew our worth, our spirit untamed.
An insult to those who rose before dawn, Treading paths untrod, faces weary and wan. To the miners and loggers, their strength never fades; to the women, their resilience never sways.
Carrying water, scrubbing clothes clean, Hoeing fields, unseen, yet serene. After childbirth, returning to toil, Their spirit, their love for the soil.
A mockery made by visitors, blind To the hard work and ingenuity they’d find. Laughing at poverty, speech, and ways, Ignoring the brilliance that deserved praise.
Yet, we’ve evolved, caught up in the race, Losing bits of ourselves, our unique grace. But hear this call: to be true, to dare, Embrace your roots, let down your hair.
Paint, write, revive old mountain speech, Cook soup beans and cornbread, a lesson to teach. Fish for catfish, seek hickory nuts in glades, Be your true self, let not the old ways fade.
So today, embrace your past with pride, And tomorrow, let that truth inside. For in being ourselves, we honor those before And bless our souls forevermore.
In the realm where faith and certainty converge, A path illuminated by words softly spoken, “Jesus said, ‘I come that you may know,’” A beacon for hearts, once lost, now woken.
Believing is a journey through the night, A trust in whispers of the unseen, A leap into the abyss, guided by light, Where doubts are shadows and hopes glean.
Knowing, a dawn that breaks with clarity, A sun that rises, dispelling all fears, It’s standing upon the rock of reality, Where truths are unveiled, and God appears.
For belief is a vessel, sailing on trust, On oceans deep, under stars unseen, But knowing is the shore beyond the gust, Where feet touch ground, and souls lean.
“I come,” He said, “that you may see,” Beyond belief, into the embrace of knowing, Where faith and sight in harmony be, And in His light, our spirit’s glowing.
So let us journey from belief to sight, Where His love unveils the eternal dawn; in Jesus’ name, find the greater light, And in knowing Him, we are reborn.
April 1, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the quiet chambers of my troubled heart,
I lay my disgust, from me, apart.
In the hands of the Divine, I place my trust,
For in this world, discern, I must.
Judgment is not mine to cast or wield,
For the heart’s true nature is often sealed.
From the outside looking in, my vision blurred,
Only God discerns, without a word.
He sees beyond the facade, the masquerade,
To the essence of souls, in light and shade.
With mercy and grace, He understands,
The hidden pains, the silent demands.
In this realization, I find my peace,
Letting go of judgments, allowing release.
For in His trust, my burdens lay light,
Guided by faith, out of the night.
To see as God sees, a gift divine,
To love without judgment, a sign.
That in the hearts of all, there’s more than we know,
And in God’s trust, compassion can grow.
March 31, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the garden of scriptures, we wander, eyes alight,
Gravitating to blooms that please our sight,
Roses of comfort, lilies of peace, in radiant array,
Yet passing the thorns and nettles along the way.
We choose the path of least resistance, it’s true,
Drawn to what sparkles under the morning dew,
Ignoring the growth that comes from rain,
And the wisdom found in embracing pain.
But let your heart, your soul, lead the way,
Through both the night and the brightness of day,
For in every line of sacred text, there’s a lesson to find,
A balance of heart and challenge, intertwined.
Embrace the scriptures in their wholeness, let them guide,
Let them be the lamp by which your steps abide,
For in the challenge, there’s a beauty unseen,
A strength to be gained, a depth serene.
So, as you walk through life’s ever-changing tide,
Let your heart and soul, in faith, confide,
For every scripture, every line,
Holds a truth, both human and divine.
March 31, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of the land, under wide, open skies,
Lies a world far removed from the city’s cries.
Where the clip-clop of buggies, in the morning’s embrace,
Speaks of a life held at a different pace.
It’s not just the bonnets, nor the horse-drawn cart,
But a tapestry of values, woven heart to heart.
Simplicity’s virtue, in each task and chore,
Finds beauty in less, not in wanting more.
Community’s bond, like the quilts they create,
Stitched together with love, eschewing hate.
Each thread a promise, a support, a friend,
In a fabric of faith that does not end.
Their faith, not just words spoken in a church,
But lived in deeds, a constant search.
For a life of meaning, away from the world’s noise,
Finding peace in prayer, and communal joys.
It’s a rich mosaic, of tradition and belief,
Of autumn harvests, and the relief
Of summer’s end, when work is shared,
In barn raisings, where no burden is spared.
In the silence of dawn, or the glow of a lamp,
Lives a testament to a life, serene and damp.
With the soil, the seed, the handmade and homegrown,
A culture deep and diverse, proudly, quietly sown.
So look beyond the bonnets and buggies, see the essence,
Of a life embraced with deliberate presence.
For in the Amish way, there’s wisdom to find,
In living a life, simple and kind.
March 31, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
