In glances soft where whispers dwell,
In silent stories eyes compel.
Love's grip, unseen, holds hearts in thrall,
Where souls converse, beyond the pall.
It's in the gaze, no words expressed,
That truest forms of love are dressed.
Through windows wide with soulful sight,
We touch the depths, eschewing night.
In every look, love's language speaks,
Beyond mere touch, its power peaks.
For in the eyes, the soul's pure dance,
We find love's quiet, profound expanse.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the early hours when the weather sours,
A steadfast captain steers through showers.
The school bus driver, with a smile so wide,
Brings warmth as the day's first light collides.
Through rain-slick streets, they chart the course,
Guiding their precious cargo with gentle force.
A little love goes such a long way,
In their heart, where kindness does stay.
With every stop and every little wave,
They make a difference in the lives they save.
Making kids happy every day,
With jokes and smiles, they light the way.
So here's to the driver with the golden heart,
For whom every morning is a brand new start.
The hero of our streets so true,
Blessed are the children who ride with you.
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MarkWaldrop
In the fading light of a working day's end,
A lonely figure, small and astray,
Amidst the asphalt's cold, indifferent gray,
A little soul with no one to defend.
No collar grace his neck, no friend in sight,
Just ceaseless cries that filled the evening air,
A plea for rescue from the depths of despair,
A beacon of need in the swift falling night.
To the vet we went, a hope newly found,
His identity unknown, a mystery deep,
No chip to reveal a name to keep,
In his eyes, a silence profound.
So I whispered a promise soft and clear,
"Let's be a family, you and I,"
Underneath the vast, unending sky,
A pact sealed with joy, a future near.
Now he sleeps, in a bed gently laid,
Dreams weaving through each peaceful breath,
From streets cold with neglect to warmth 'neath my eaves,
In dreams, he frolics, unafraid.
His first photo captures a smile so sweet,
A moment of bliss, pure and true,
Thankful for a life begun anew,
A journey of love with more to greet.
Thank you, little one, for choosing me,
In the unexpected hour, you came to stay,
Animals choose us, in their own special way,
Together, a new chapter, a family.
May 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In pages deep, where thoughts are sown,
A seed of wisdom, gently grown.
You are what you read, a truth indeed,
Let your heart, with every word, take the lead.
Through lines that bend, and tales that weave,
In stories bold, in what we believe.
The characters whisper, in silent creed,
"You are your stories, where your heart takes heed."
With each chapter’s turn, a new path taken,
In realms of fantasy, not forsaken.
Echoes of laughter, cries of need,
It's all in the reading, let your heart lead.
So hold your books close, let them speak,
They are the comfort, when we're weak.
For you are what you read—a timeless deed,
Forever guided by where your heart will lead.
May 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Lord, in this trial where I reside,
Amidst the thorns of this trying tide,
I lift my voice, frail though it be,
To ask You use my pain for Thee.
Let not my suffering go in vain,
Harness my hurt, my loss, my strain.
May every pang and every tear,
Serve Your glory, draw others near.
And though I plead for healing’s grace,
For the day this pain You will erase,
I trust Your plan, mysterious and wise,
That through my trials, Your love will rise.
So mold my spirit, refine my heart,
Though through this illness, we seem apart,
May it be Your light that others see,
As this pain carves a better me.
May 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Upon Brittany's lap, brave Griffin leaped,
With licks and love, a promise to keep.
Through doors of learning, side by side,
They ventured forth, with pride as their guide.
A wheelchair's challenge, met with grace,
Griffin's service found its place.
In hallways long and classrooms wide,
He fetched and carried, by her side.
Complex pain, a shadow looming,
In darker days, despair blooming.
Yet, Griffin's warmth drove clouds away,
Made brighter nights, and sunnier days.
At Clarkson's gates, they both did strive,
With occupational goals, they'd thrive.
A degree pursued, not just for one,
But shared in spirit, work well done.
The cap and gown awaited there,
For both their heads, a pair so rare.
The university saw it clear—
To honor Griffin, as peer to peer.
So parchment given, with pride and cheer,
For a loyal dog, who held so dear
A heart so true, and a cause so right—
Griffin, a graduate, shining bright.
May 11, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Alone and lonely, two paths distinct,
One in quiet peace, the other, hearts sink.
Alone without loneliness, in solitude's grace,
Lonely in the crowd, lost in empty space.
Loneliness, a mind's harsh plight,
A soul's quiet battle, a never-ending night.
A sense of deep isolation, a painful tide,
In the bustling silence, alone inside.
No sadder thought the mind can bear,
Than solitary echoes in the empty air.
No friend to call, no hand to hold,
In the cold vastness, alone and bold.
But in this void, a light shines true,
Jesus Christ, in hearts He renews.
More than a brother, closer than a friend,
His love unfailing, steadfast to the end.
In every moment, His presence near,
Through every sorrow, beyond each fear.
He fills the void, He mends the breach,
With Him, no soul is out of reach.
Through life, through death, to eternity's side,
In Jesus's love, we ever abide.
No longer alone, His Spirit our guide,
In His eternal friendship, we confidently stride.
May 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
From depths so deep, in shadows cast,
I lived with ghosts of a troubled past.
Chains that clinked with every stride,
The devil's cuffs, where fear did hide.
Trapped so low, in the darkest well,
No light to see, no hope to tell.
Lost I was, where no eyes could see,
A soul in the pit, yearning to be free.
I raised my gaze, through tears, through pain,
Prayed for mercy, for strength to gain.
"Is there a God?" my heart did plead,
"Show me your love, in this my need."
Then clouds did part, the sun's warm glow
Bathed my face, in its gentle show.
Upon my knees, earth met my plea,
"Oh God, I see you, now I believe."
With Jesus now, who walks my side,
In His steps, I now abide.
His voice, a balm, that sets me free,
Through His deliverance, I'm truly free.
May 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for my friend
JIM Hollis KB4IUD
If I won the lottery what would I do.
Would I give you millions or me to you
Millions will disappear like the shifting sand
Love you can forever hold in your hand
Money you cannot take to the Promised Land
My love will accompany you wherever you stand
May 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Along the dusty road they rode, through silence wide and deep,
The chariot wheels whispered across the sweeping steep.
Water gleamed like a jewel, a promise in the arid land,
The eunuch gazed with yearning, a new life close at hand.
“Look, here is water!” his voice a hopeful flight,
“What stands now to hinder me from the Light?”
Philip nodded, the truth clear in his steady eyes,
No chains of doubt to hold, nor shadowed ties.
The chariot halted, still against the soft, earthen banks,
Together they descended, hearts giving thanks.
Into the cool embrace, beneath the surface laid,
A covenant was sealed, all former debts paid.
Rising anew, water dripping like tears of grace,
The Spirit’s sudden whirlwind, Philip’s gone without a trace.
The eunuch, alone, yet heart alight with joyous song,
Continued forth his journey, in faith ever strong.
May 4, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Act 8:36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, "Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?"
Act 8:38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him.
Act 8:39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.