Yesterday whispered tales in the hue of dusk, A book of shadows, softly closed, a memory's musk. It danced in echoes, in the corners of my mind, A melody of moments, sweetly intertwined.
Today stands bold, in the light of the sun's embrace, A canvas fresh, with strokes of now, and present grace. It sings with laughter, cries in rain, in vivid tone, A bridge between what's been and dreams yet to be sown.
Someday, a mystery, veiled in the mists of time, A realm of dreams, where hopes and wishes climb. It holds a promise, a beacon bright, on distant shore, A symphony of possibilities, of openings and more.
From yesterday to today, and then to someday's light, We walk, we dance, we leap, with hearts so brave and bright. In every moment, every breath, a chance to see, The beauty of our journey, a tapestry to be.
March 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the gentle whispers of the dawn, where light begins, A truth as old as time itself, quietly spins. Upon the canvas of the heart, a vivid hue, The essence of love, ever so true.
Love is patient, a gentle stream that flows, Love is kind, in its warmth, compassion glows. It harbors no envy, wears no guise of pride, In the humblest of moments, by your side.
It boasts not of its deeds, nor seeks its own gain, In the silence of selflessness, it remains. Not easily angered, it forgives and forgets, Holding no ledger of debts.
It finds no joy in the sorrow of wrongdoing, But dances in the light, truth pursuing. Through storms and trials, it stands firm, it endures, Its hope and trust, forever secure.
Love never falters, never wanes, never tires, In the face of despair, it inspires. It protects, perseveres, believes, and trusts, A beacon in the night, in it, we must.
For love, in its essence, is a force profound, In its embrace, life's true meaning is found. So let us love, not just in words, but in deed, For love is the greatest gift, our hearts' creed.
Love never fails, it's the eternal song, Uniting hearts, making the weak strong. In the tapestry of time, its thread gleams bright, A testament of hope, in the darkest night.
March 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
1Co 13:4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
1Co 13:5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
1Co 13:6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
1Co 13:7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1Co 13:8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
Let me be a vessel pure, of Your will, not mine, A bearer of the light that in the dark does shine. God, use me beyond myself, let me be the one, To carry forth Your purpose until all is done.
In humble service, let my hands move at Your behest, To lift the fallen, soothe the weary into rest. May every step draw the map of Your grand design, Where every heartbeat echoes with the divine.
Not for glory mine, but for the love You spread, To break the bread of life, to share as You have said. Grant me the strength to stand where shadows may run deep, To speak the words of peace to those who in sorrow weep.
God, take this fleeting breath, this fleeting beat of heart, Mold it into a prayer, Your masterpiece of art. Use me beyond myself, a conduit of Your grace, Till at the journey's end, I meet You face to face.
March 27, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the whispers of Tom Lykins, wisdom does resound, "Remember Eternity, where truth is profoundly found. Way too long to be wrong, in its endless song, It's never mistaken to live right, to be strong.
Let sorrow’s chains be shattered, forever ended, Let the friendless find warmth, their spirits mended. In acts of kindness, let our hearts convey, Help somebody, somehow, today.
May we embody the grace of Jesus, hands and feet, In every moment, every challenge we meet. When opportunity knocks, let us open the door, With love and compassion, forevermore.
Remember, God's love is a ceaseless, radiant glow, A truth Tom Lykins wishes all to know. In this journey, under the vast, starlit sky, God loves you, and so do I.
“Inspired by the sentiments and wisdom of Tom Lykins, K4LID, this poem echoes the messages of hope, kindness, and eternal love.
March 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the dance of time, where moments glide, There lies a truth we often hide. A sorrow deep, where shadows creep, Yet from this soil, a joy can leap.
"Don't cry because it is over," the wise ones say, Let not your heart with dusk dismay. The setting sun, though it departs, Leaves its warmth within our hearts.
Smile, for the journey graced your days, Through verdant fields and starlit ways. Each laughter shared, every tear shed, Are jewels upon the path we tread.
Because it happened, our souls grew wide, With every twist and turn of tide. The tapestry of life, in colors bright, Shines not in sorrow, but in light.
So let the memories, like flowers, bloom, In the garden of the heart, dispel the gloom. For every ending marks a new start, Carry the smiles within your heart.
In this dance of time, be not afraid, For in each ending, foundations laid. Smile, because it happened, embrace the dance, With every fleeting chance, take your stance.
March 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Upon a path less trod by feet, Where earth and heaven softly meet, I wander far, with soul in quest, To find the place where I’ll be blessed.
Through woods deep, under skies so vast, Each step a memory of the past, I tread where few have dared to roam, In search of peace, a heart’s true home.
The journey long, the way obscure, Each bend and turn with promise pure, That at its end, so sweet, so fleet, I’ll meet God’s Son, a feat so sweet.
No crowded roads with noise and strife, But silent trails, where springs of life Burst forth in song, in light, in leaf, And whisper hope, dispel my grief.
In solitude, my spirit hears The call of God, which calms my fears. Each leaf, each stone, a sacred text, On this path less known, my soul reflects.
To meet the Son, the Living Word, In quiet places, seldom heard, Where brooks and birds and wind entwine, There, in the heart, His love divine.
So on I walk, with faith my guide, To where the earthly and divine collide. The path less traveled by human feet, Leads to Jesus, in communion sweet.
A meeting place, no grandeur seeks, But humble hearts, and souls that speak Of journeys long, of seeking rest, In God’s embrace, forever blessed.
March 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the quiet glow of dawn's embrace, Words whisper soft with tender grace, "I love you," said with care, yet true, Yet not in love, a subtle hue.
This love, like stars that grace the night, Shines steadfast, calm, and oh so bright. It's the warmth of sun on winter's day, Not fiery passion's wild array.
In every laugh, in every tear, In closeness held forever dear, This love's a river, deep and wide, But not the stormy, raging tide.
The It's in the comfort of the known, In seeds of fondness gently sown, A garden where respect does bloom, Not lost in love's consuming gloom.
So hear these words, both sweet and solemn, A different kind of love's blossom. I love you in the brightest way, But in love—not in that fray.
A paradox, some might decree, Yet in this truth, there's liberty. For love can wear many a guise, Beyond the heart's romantic ties.
So let us walk this path, us two, With love that's steadfast, kind, and true. Though not in love, let no one rue, For in this love, we'll find our due.
March 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Plant me in the ground when I die
That my seed may sprout and come alive
Continuing to flourish in the minds of my friends
Keeping my memory alive where there is no end
March 26, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the sun-scorched fields where shadows play,
A drama unfolds in the heat of day.
A rattlesnake, deadly, with venom cold,
Struck a sheep in the face, so bold.
The venom surged, a deadly tide,
The sheep's face swollen, a painful ride.
Yet in this tale, the snake did not see,
The resilience in the blood of the sheep, so free.
For in the lamb's veins, a secret lay,
The antidote, in its blood, at bay.
Two days of swelling, yet stronger than venom's aim,
The lamb's blood fought back, reclaiming its fame.
Unfazed, the sheep continued its day,
Eating, drinking, in its own way.
Walking the fields, under the sun's glare,
Knowing well, its blood was rare.
So heed the tale of the lamb and snake,
The power of resilience, make no mistake.
Do not fear the serpent, nor its venom's bite,
Just ensure the Lamb's Blood is your light.
March 24, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In shadows hung 'twixt earth and sky, a thief did meet his end,
Beside the One whose very breath could broken hearts amend.
No rites of passage graced his life, no waters of rebirth,
No feast to share in hallowed halls, no joyous, saintly mirth.
Yet in this final, desperate hour, his faith became his crown,
A simple trust, a whispered plea, in pain, his fortunes drown.
No saintly deeds adorned his past, no pious words were spoken,
Yet grace, like dawn's first light, appears for hearts sincerely broken.
How does he fit, this thief, in grand designs of theology?
No steps of faith, no righteous acts, mere belief was key.
Upon the cross, no knees could bend, no hands in prayer fold,
Yet he was promised paradise, in scriptures, as foretold.
The King beside him, crowned in thorns, in agony did reign,
His kingdom not of earthly sort, where sin and death remain.
"I tell you truly, you will be with me in paradise,"
A statement that cuts through the din of human sacrifice.
For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten Son,
That whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, undone.
It's not the rituals, not the deeds, that save our soul from night,
But faith in Him, who on the cross, brought hope and grace to light.
No shiny lights, no crafty words, no donuts in the foyer,
Just a naked, dying man who brings the sinner joy.
This thief, he stands for all of us, who nothing have to bring,
But belief in Christ, the risen Lord, our Savior and our King.
March 24, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
