I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now,
Through time's vast expanse, I've learned how.
A journey long, with trials strewn,
To find myself, to be immune.
I'm heading straight for you, no delay,
Through storm and calm, I find my way.
A compass set, my heart's true guide,
In you, my love, I now confide.
You will only be, eternally,
The beacon bright, in dark, I see.
In every dream, in every song,
With you, my heart, is where I belong.
The one that I belong to, it's clear,
Through every laugh, and every tear.
A bond so deep, it transcends time,
In every verse, in every rhyme.
So here I stand, with an open heart
Surrendering to your love never to part
I wasn't ready then, but now it's true,
I'm ready now, I belong to you.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In lands so vast, beneath skies so wide,
Where dreams awaken and freedoms reside.
"God Bless America," we humbly plead,
In every whisper, in every deed.
American souls, so brave, so bold,
Crafting futures from the mold.
Blessed by God, on this path we trod,
Seeking justice, under His watchful nod.
From mountains majestic to oceans deep,
Across the plains, where the wheat fields sweep.
God's grace upon this land does shower,
Gifting strength, resilience, and power.
American spirit, fierce and free,
A beacon of hope, for all to see.
Blessed be God, in His glory and might,
Guiding us through, day and night.
"American Bless God," with grateful hearts,
For liberty and peace, in all our parts.
Together we stand, united, strong,
In God's grace, where we all belong.
May this land, under God's divine,
Forever in freedom and unity shine.
Bless America, land so grand,
Held and cherished, in His loving hand.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Home is where the anchor drops, in seas calm or wild,
A haven safe, a heart's embrace, for every man, woman, and child.
Not just a place, but a feeling, deep and profound,
Where love and laughter, hope and dreams, abundantly abound.
It's not the walls that shelter, nor the roof that stands above,
But the souls within, who share and care, and fill the space with love.
Home is where the anchor drops, through storms or sunny weather,
Binding us together, a tether, holding us forever.
In the heart of home, the hearth burns bright, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us back, through darkness or light, to where everything is right.
Where memories are made, and stories told, of days both new and old,
A treasure chest of moments, more precious than gold.
Home is not a destination, but a journey, ever true,
A place to grow, to rest, to be, a shelter through and through.
Where the anchor drops, there roots entwine, in soil rich and deep,
A sanctuary for the soul, where love does keep.
So here's to home, where the anchor falls, in waters still or blue,
A constant in the changing tides, a refuge, old and new.
May we always find our way back, across the vast, uncharted sea,
To where the heart is anchored, where we are meant to be.
March 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of our home, where the warmth nestles near,
A pillow proclaims, with a message clear.
Not just fabric and fluff, but a throne for our peer,
"Move over," it says, "the cat lies here."
This cushion, a kingdom, for our feline dear,
A realm where they reign, without any fear.
A spot so sacred, the rules are severe,
"Move over," it whispers, "the cat's comfort is premier."
Beneath the sun's rays, or the moon's soft veneer,
This pillow holds stories, memories we revere.
In its fibers and threads, love's woven tier by tier,
Marking the spot where the cat draws near.
Here, in this haven, the message is sheer,
A declaration of love, loud and clear.
For our whiskered companion, we cheer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "for the cat lies here."
In this cozy corner, where the cat commandeers,
We find joy and laughter, year after year.
So let it be known, far and near,
"Move over," the pillow declares, "our heart's pioneer."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
As my mind begins to empty in my old age
I must refill it with good to turn a new page
As the old creeps out, I must let the new come in
Only in this way can I be alert and live again
A dead mind leads to a dull life, I must say
An alert mind leads to happiness along the way
March 6, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of life, so wide and vast,
Each thread intertwines, from first to last.
"Everything for a reason," the wise often say,
In its own season, finds its way.
Spring's first bloom, after winter's chill,
Teaches patience, to wait for what will.
Summer's warmth brings growth to light,
Reminding us to strive, to reach new heights.
Autumn's leaves, in colors bold,
Show change is beauty, as life unfolds.
Winter's snow, so pure and clear,
Whispers rest, and draws loved ones near.
Through joy and sorrow, sunshine and rain,
Life’s seasons teach us, again and again.
Everything has its time, its own reason to be,
In this beautiful cycle, we find clarity.
So let us embrace, whatever the season,
For life's myriad moments, hold deeper meaning.
"Everything for a reason," a mantra so true,
In every season, life renews.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for a dear family member
Diversity breeds tolerance in our lives anew.
Without diversity new ideas we could not brew
All thinking alike new meaning would not come into sight
Diversity is found in God's plan it brings us into His Light
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Wright or wrong day by day
Where does it come from anyway
Did I inherit it with my soul
Is knowing God my ultimate goal
Wright or wrong day by day
Learning more along the way
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the stillness of the night, I felt His Peace and Quiet.
At Noon, when the storm clouds loom, I have no fright.
Under God’s Wing with Jesus in my Heart
My soul is calm. Every day is a fresh start.
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In a world not always kind, under skies sometimes grey,
Lived Reggie, a little dog, in turmoil's harsh sway.
His fur, as white as fresh winter snow,
Held a story of sorrow, more than most know.
Two months past, fate's hand gently guided,
To a soul in need, where love resided.
A cruelty endured, one eye lost, a spirit not broken,
In Reggie's heart, his resilience, a token.
At two, life's chapters, both bitter and sweet,
Found solace in kindness, a gesture so neat.
A new family's embrace, a haircut, a sign,
Of beginnings anew, where stars align.
On Sunday, the scissors whispered tales of rebirth,
Trimming away the past, revealing his worth.
And today, oh today, in the playground's embrace,
Swings cradled his dreams, in a serene space.
He soared through the air, with the wind in his fur,
A moment so pure, no past could deter.
He wanted to say hi, to the world, to the sky,
A simple hello, from a dog, once shy.
Reggie, the little white dog, with a heart so vast,
Teaches us love, resilience, a bond that will last.
In his eyes, a story, a journey, a plea,
To see beyond sorrow, and just let him be.
So here's to Reggie, a beacon of light,
A testament to love's unwavering might.
In a world not always kind, he found his way,
A cute little white dog, who had much to say.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
