I laid by a pool of rippling waters for many years In hopes of being healed and calming my fears My legs were crippled. I could not walk. People would pass me by and not talk. Then one day the Master came by. Feeling his power. I began to cry. He approached me and said do you believe in Me? Yes Master I do. He said pick up your mat and be free. February 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
God opens doors and windows every day that Holy Breezes may blow my way Do I go around shutting them as tight as can be Doing this will make the air most stagnant for me Oh to take a breath of cool fresh air instantly sets me free February 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
If I could only hear his voice again, Through the whisper of the breeze, soft and slim. I'd tell him how much I love him, true and plain, Words flowing like a heartfelt, sacred hymn. Oh, the things I wish I could change, The hands of time, gently rearrange. To seize one more moment, so brief, And in that time, find some relief. I'd listen for the laughter, the joy once shared, For in those sounds, his love was always bared. Each echo, a testament, forever ensnared, In the chambers of my heart, where he is fared. If I could craft from the stars above, A bridge to the past, built with love. I'd cross it with haste, no moment to waste, To speak unspoken words, in a tender embrace. But since time's cruel hand will not bend, I'll cherish his memory, till the very end. And in the quiet, in the still, I'll pretend, That I can hear his voice again, my dear friend. For love, it transcends the boundary of death, In whispered memories, his gentle breath. Though I cannot change what fate has designed, In my heart, his voice forever intertwined. February 3, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
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I'm just an extra in somebody else’s play Being an extra I have few words to say Being an extra is an honor I must say To be asked to be in anyone's play I follow the directions the director gives me Always being ready when he calls on me Maybe I will get a chance one day To be famous in a well-known play February 3, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In unity's embrace, we boldly stand, A creed that shapes both heart and land. Divided, we falter, together, we soar, A timeless truth from ancient lore. Not for self, but for all, we give, In service's call, we truly live. "What can I do?" not "What I receive," A mantra for all who believe. As Jesus for us, His life did pay, A debt of love we can never repay. Yet in His steps, we can proceed, To serve, to love, to plant the seed. Love, the adhesive for every split seam, Holding together life's complex dream. Without its bond, we drift apart, But with it, we mend every heart. The change we seek in the world around, Within our own hearts, must be found. Starting with me, a ripple in the pond, Echoing out to the bonds beyond. Not by the saber is true war won, But by love's power, shining as the sun. Where love abounds, conflict ceases to be, In its warm embrace, we are truly free. So let us walk in love's unending light, Turning every wrong to right. In every action, let love be our war, For where there is love, there is no war. February 3, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Oh Loving Mother where have you gone today I pray you won't be gone long please don't stay My tears cry for your loving touch I miss your warm smile so much I know you can't return to me I can only prepare to see thee February 2, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Happy Groundhog's Day, twenty-twenty-four! With eager eyes, we all did explore, Punxsutawney Phil, the seer of time, Gave us a forecast, oh so prime. He did NOT see his shadow, so it seems, Spring is closer, in our dreams. Gone soon, the winter's icy tether, All thanks to a rodent's weather. Yes, science abounds in meteorology's task, Yet, for Phil's prediction, we eagerly ask. Funny, isn't it, how traditions entwine, With forecasts and futures, all align. So celebrate the coming of spring's sweet call, Phil's decree, a shadow's fall. Happy Groundhog's Day, let's all cheer, For spring's warmth is nearly here! February 2, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
One day a long time ago in Bible Lands A cattle train headed out to their Homeland Jacob, with his wives and children, mounted their Camels high Heading out under the hot desert sky Following God’s Devine plan, trekking many miles in the hot sand Camels, cattle, goats, and sheep always looking for water and sleep An impossible journey in every way Only with God’s Hand as they pray Reaching their destination and looking in the past Thanking God for his protection that will forever last February 2, 2024 MarkWaldrop Genesis 31:17-18
In the spring of '71, a young boy's journey begun, Kevin, just eleven, with dreams touching the sun. WN2AEY, his call sign, a beacon of light, Received on his twelfth birthday, much to his delight. With a homebrew transmitter, fifty watts of pure zeal, Cathode keyed, crystal controlled, a young ham's ideal. A National NCX3, his first receiver to hold, But soon traded for something more bold. The Hammarlund HQ170A, vast as the sea, A radio giant, for a young enthusiast, a key. This machine, a marvel, in his hands it lay, An ocean of frequencies, just a dial away. In the fall of '72, at the tender age of thirteen, He upgraded to general, a new call sign to glean. WAZAEY, his new identity in the air, A step further in his journey, handled with care. Through the static and noise, his passion grew, A world of connections, old and new. From a young boy's dream in the spring of '71, To a journey in waves, under the invisible sun. January 31, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop KE4WA Penned for Kevin Clark WA2AEY
Golden Gate Park a timeless place To bask in God’s Peace and Grace A tranquil stroll with dogs in hand Calms the anxious soul of any man Children playing and running all around Recovers memories lost but now found The smell of the blossoming flowers Unrest in my mind Peace overpowers All good things must come to an end. I am confident this will happen again. January 29, 2024 MarkWaldrop