If what I do will glorify God,
Or will it plant me under the sod,
I seek the path that shines His light,
And guides me through the darkest night.
To honor Him in all I dare,
With love and grace, and fervent prayer.
For earthly woes may test my soul,
Yet in His arms, I'm ever whole.
So let my deeds reflect His grace,
And bring a smile to His holy face.
For in His name, I’ll stand or fall,
In faith, I trust and give my all.
May 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Indifference, a silent scourge,
Creeps through hearts where apathies merge.
Pope Francis speaks, his voice a call,
To wake the souls of one and all.
"People wash their hands of good,
Tolerate evil, as if they should.
A disease so ugly, so profound,
It spreads its chill without a sound."
Hearts hardened by the cold embrace,
Of turning away, avoiding grace.
But love, he claims, holds the flame,
To melt, to soften, to reclaim.
Let love be the fire, fierce and bright,
That turns the dark to dawning light.
Where indifference seeks to sear,
Let compassion draw us near.
To heal, to help, to hold, to lift,
To bridge the chasm, mend the rift.
For only love can truly melt
The icy shields that hearts have felt.
So heed the call, Pope Francis pleads,
To plant in indifference, love's warm seeds.
For only through such acts we see,
The change to what we're meant to be.
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MarkWaldrop
In vessels deep, where crimson rivers flow,
Through corridors of flesh, life's pulses show.
Yet deeper still, within the spirit's frame,
Courses a Love, an everlasting flame.
A Love that weaves through every soul it meets,
Invisible yet mighty, it repeats
The story of a Lamb, whose blood was shed,
On rugged cross, where deepest sorrows bled.
From every land, from every tongue and tribe,
This Love extends, no mortal can describe.
The blood and Love of Jesus, hand in hand,
Unites the hearts of those from every land.
His sacrifice, a bridge 'cross chasm wide,
Where sin once reigned, now grace abides inside.
A Love so vast, it covers every sin,
Inviting all to let its power begin.
Through earthly veins and spiritual alike,
His blood and Love our deepest fears strike.
In Him, we find our peace, our hope, our stay,
The blood and Love of Jesus, our true way.
May 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Invisible threads traverse the sky,
Radio waves that whisper, shout, and sigh,
From earthbound stations, voices rise,
Reaching far beyond our eyes.
Through the ether, swift they soar,
Bouncing off the ionosphere, exploring more,
No barrier holds their eager quest,
In endless space, they find their rest.
Just like our prayers, both loud and meek,
In moments of despair or peace we seek,
They travel realms unseen, unheard,
To touch the heart with every word.
In silence or in fervent plea,
Our voices find divinity,
Beyond the clouds, beyond the stars,
In faith, they break through cosmic bars.
Both wave and prayer, unseen yet strong,
In their journey, they belong,
A bridge between the here and there,
Connecting hearts through space and prayer.
So when you send your message high,
In radio waves or prayerful sigh,
Know that both are heard, embraced,
In realms beyond our earthly pace.
Created by
MarkWaldrop KE4WA
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If you walk the path where the starlight lies,
Where the cosmos winks and the dreamer flies,
A journey taken beneath the celestial throng,
In the galaxy's silence, you'll find your song.
Align your steps with the luminous peers,
Those ancient lights that have danced for years,
And as you tread where their glow softly falls,
In the hush of the night, to you, the universe calls.
For stars are not merely bright spots in the sky,
But guides, inspirations, reasons why
Dreams kindle and spark in the hopeful night,
Urging one more step, one more flight.
Associate with stars, let their essence imbue,
Every thought, every dream, every view,
And someday, surely as the dawn meets the dew,
Their radiant glow will shine forth in you.
In the company of stars, so bold and so bright,
You'll capture their sparkle, their magnificent light.
With each step, each leap, under their watchful eyes,
You, too, will shine, brilliant and wise.
May 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the chill of the evening, the twilight sighs,
My bones whisper tales of decline.
This timeworn cabin, under vast, darkened skies,
Feels the embrace of the cold wind's whine.
Another log on the fire, its life to expire,
Smoke dances into the night so sheer.
The last of the wood, laid with solemn desire,
A path forward, at last, seems clear.
Dawn will break with the mountain aglow,
Snow-capped and silent, a pure, white crown.
Here my body shall rest, in the earth below,
While my spirit ascends, where no sorrows are known.
No longer to shiver, nor feel the old's icy hold,
My new abode shines, a vision so bold.
Not of timber or stone, but of light, pure and gold,
In the warmth of the heavens, forever enrolled.
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MarkWaldrop
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.
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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