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Poems that send dartsđŻto touch our heartsâ¤ď¸
In the quiet whispers of dawn, youâll find, That time has streaked grey through your loyal friendâs fur, Once a vibrant youth, now serenely refined, His eyes, a soft cloud, his steps unsure.
Remember the days, unmarked and wide, When he bounded through fields, his spirit untamed? Now he ambles beside, with a dignified stride, Through the silence where once his excitement flamed.
Children grow, they stretch and reach high, Blazing through life with a voracious thirst. But your dog, steadfast under the same sky, Watches time pass, from last to first.
He was thereâbefore love painted your world, Before joy and heartbreak were through your door. When solitude around your heart curled, His warmth was the comfort you lived for.
Through every upheaval, he was the constant, true, From apartment to house, through every shift. In your darkest moments, when few understood you, His presence alone was a sacred gift.
Cherish the naps, the walks, each moment spent, For he doesnât complain, though his pace has slowed. Each day a treasure, silently lent, On the unspoken pact to which heâs bowed.
One day youâll notice his lagging tread, His need to rest, mid-path, grown deep. And youâll recall the years that sped, Through each shared journey, his promise to keep.
Nobody warns, the days discreetly flee, With the dog who has seen all shades of you. Cherish him now, let your heart see The beauty of years carried through.
So hold him close, with love that clings, Through whispered names and soft, slow walks. For in the echoes of the love he brings, Lies the deepest talk youâll ever talk.
In a field where the stern are revered, A Labradorâs grin broadly appeared. Roger, not one for the line, For sniffing out crime, Was âtoo friendly,â and thus, out he veered.
Trained young for the tasks of the law, Taiwanâs customs found one glaring flaw. Not a trace of the mean, In his warm eyes a sheen, For the narcotics patrol, heâd withdraw.
Yet, where strict doors closed, windows flung wide, In earthquakeâs harsh wake heâd reside. Through rubble and fear, His mission was clear, A rescuer with bounds none could hide.
Lee saw past the bounds of the norm, In disasters, heâd eagerly swarm. With a sniff and a bound, Lost souls he found, From tragedy, hope heâd transform.
A quake shook the roots of Taiwan, Rogerâs heart and his legs carried on. The temblorâs fierce dance, Gave this pup one more chance, To prove worth beyond whatâs gone.
âToo friendly?â A fault turned to gold, In the tales of his rescues, retold. Though his service concludes, And quietude broods, Rogerâs legacy will warmly hold.
So hereâs to the dog too affable, Whose saga proves rather adaptable. From misfit to hero, His count not near zero, In hearts and in history, heâs graspable.
In the beginning, woven by the Creatorâs hand, Spoke into existence, where stars and worlds stand. âGod,â the singular artist of cosmos and sea, Crafted in His image, you and me.
United in essence under celestial dome, âOne Race,â declared He, the earth our shared home. âHuman,â He named us, kin by design, Boundless diversity, yet fundamentally aligned.
Flowing through veins, a river vivid and bold, âOne Blood,â the life-force, in crimson it rolled. âRed,â the hue of passion, pain, and power, A symbol of life in its brightest hour.
Yet amidst this splendor, a shadow crept unseen, âOne Problem,â whispered, subtle and serene. âSin,â it hissed, a fracture deep and wide, A rift âtwixt the soul and the Divine.
In the murk and the twilight, hope flickered dim, A chasm unbridged, prospects grim. âOne Solution,â proclaimed a voice so bright, Cutting through despair, a beacon of light.
âJesus Christ,â He came, not in thunder, but in whisper, His life for ours, the ultimate fixer. Through Him the broken are made whole, Restoring peace, reclaiming soul.
Thus the tale unfolds, of loveâs grand design, From One Creatorâs breath to the end of time. Through One Race, One Blood, and One redeeming Son, Heavenâs perfect answer, where all is undone.
In every task, let your efforts be true, Strive for excellence in all that you do. May each deed shine like a beacon so bright, Reflecting Godâs glory, His power and might.
In the simple and small, the vast and complex, Perform every action with purpose thatâs direct. For in giving our best, we honor His name, And in His sacred reverence, we ignite a flame.
Let passion be pure and intentions be kind, Through diligent hands, His grace we shall find. With hearts lifted high and spirits so bold, May our deeds tell His story, as the ages unfold.
Thus, walk in His ways, and cherish the call, Whatever you do, let it glorify God above all. With each step and each breath, and praises we sing, To bring honor to God, our Creator and King.
Without pressure, diamonds remain coal, Without pressure, character wonât find its role. Without pressure, fulfillment stays afar, Without pressure, joy but a fading star.
But tempered pressure, wisely applied, Shapes the soul, pride set aside. In this crucible, character grows defined, And through such trials, true joy we find.
Thus, embrace the squeeze, the shaping pain, For in each struggle, thereâs much to gain. Refined by pressure, with grit employ, Emerges strength, character, and joy.
A thousand ways to swing a club; which is the right one for me? Is it something learned, or does it come free?
How to uncover that perfect swing, Comfort in oneâs grip, oh, the joy it will bring. A fusion of faith and guided hands Shapes the motion as the moment demands.
Many will chant the mantra of repeat To forge their path and not accept defeat. Perfection a divine trait, indeed. Merged with practice, itâs all you need.
To calm the mind and soothe the soul, These are the halves that make the swing whole. Seek wisdom from those whoâve walked this way; Their learned truths will clear dismay.
Listen and learn, for they hold the key; what once was bound will soon be free. In their words, find the swing so sound, And play the greens, with peace profound.
Beneath the vast and boundless sky, We tread with hearts both low and high, Unknown the count of sands that drift, Through Timeâs unyielding, ceaseless sift.
We raise our eyes with humble grace, To thank the Lord for His embraceâFor mercy poured on earthly stage, In blessings penned on lifeâs wide page.
Each dawn awakes with softest light, Each star that guards the velvet night, Speaks of a love so vast and deep, A shepherd strong, His flock to keep.
So let us walk with quiet might, Through shadowed vale, in sunâs bright light, And hold each precious day we see, As gifts from One who set us free.
In gratitude, our hearts do swell, For stories only time can tell, A tapestry of woven hues, A life embraced, with days we choose.
Thus, hand in hand with faith, we climb, With hope engraved for endless time, Each moment laced with sacred view, Our thanks we give, forever true.
In fields wide where heavenâs care descends, Your touch upon the land extends; Streams of grace in full array, Waters flow to bless the clay.
With showers soft, the earth is dressed, In furrows deep, its wealth confessed; Ridges smoothed by gentle rains, Crops rejoice across the plains.
The bounty of Your hand so grand, Makes rich the heart of every land; Your carts brim with gifts so vast, A year crowned with wealth amassed.
Where wilderness once starkly lay, Now grasslands dance in bright array; Hills wear joy, a verdant crown, In colors loud, their praise renown.
Meadows quilted with fleecy flocks, Valleys swathed in golden stocks; All nature sings beneath Your skies, A chorus raised in joyful cries.
April 10, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Psa 65:8Â Â The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. Psa 65:9Â Â You care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly. The streams of God are filled with water to provide the people with grain, for so you have ordained it. Psa 65:10Â Â You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops. Psa 65:11Â Â You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance. Psa 65:12Â Â The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness. Psa 65:13Â Â The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing.
In nineteen twenty-six it rose, a humble, sturdy frame, Grandpaâs hands, both rough and wise, worked wood that bore his name. He cut and milled, each plank and beam, beneath the sky so wide, Crafting not just a house, but dreams, within its walls to reside.
In the living room, in twenty-eight, a new lifeâs cry was heard, My motherâs first breath, a twist of fate, a future yet unblurred. That room, a cradle of family lore, where beginnings were embraced, A testament to those who came before, and the lives they interlaced.
Years spun like the wheels of time, through seasons, sun, and snow, Until destiny in âeighty-seven, whispered soft and low. It called me back to where roots intertwine, to claim what was once sown, To buy that house, that emblem of time, and make it my very own.
Itâs not fancy, with its aged wood and doors that softly creak, But itâs home, where love has stood, and walls, if they could, would speak. Of laughter, tears, and moments dear, of family, past and anew, Our old house, through every year, stands resilient, strong, and true.
So here we are, and here we stay, in this house that grandpa made, A beacon through the night and day, where memories never fade. Itâs not just a house, but a legacy, a vessel of our story, A testament to what can be, when built with love, not glory.
