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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Lord, in this trial where I reside, Amidst the thorns of this trying tide, I lift my voice, frail though it be, To ask You use my pain for Thee.
Let not my suffering go in vain, Harness my hurt, my loss, my strain. May every pang and every tear, Serve Your glory, draw others near.
And though I plead for healing’s grace, For the day this pain You will erase, I trust Your plan, mysterious and wise, That through my trials, Your love will rise.
So mold my spirit, refine my heart, Though through this illness, we seem apart, May it be Your light that others see, As this pain carves a better me.
Upon Brittany's lap, brave Griffin leaped, With licks and love, a promise to keep. Through doors of learning, side by side, They ventured forth, with pride as their guide.
A wheelchair's challenge, met with grace, Griffin's service found its place. In hallways long and classrooms wide, He fetched and carried, by her side.
Complex pain, a shadow looming, In darker days, despair blooming. Yet, Griffin's warmth drove clouds away, Made brighter nights, and sunnier days.
At Clarkson's gates, they both did strive, With occupational goals, they'd thrive. A degree pursued, not just for one, But shared in spirit, work well done.
The cap and gown awaited there, For both their heads, a pair so rare. The university saw it clear— To honor Griffin, as peer to peer.
So parchment given, with pride and cheer, For a loyal dog, who held so dear A heart so true, and a cause so right— Griffin, a graduate, shining bright.
In a cradle of whispers, soft and keen, Lie the most beautiful puppies ever seen. Fur like whispers of dawn's first light, Eyes aglow with stars so bright.
Each tiny heart beats a rhythm so pure, Awaiting a love, tender and sure. Unforeseen, like a summer rain, They wait for someone to ease their pain.
In the stillness, their small breaths rise, Hope glimmers deep within their eyes. A gentle touch, a caring hand, To lead them into love's warm land.
May each soul find its destined part, A forever home, a fresh new start. For in the dance of life's embrace, These puppies seek a human's grace.
So pure, so poised in patient wait, Each heartbeat pens its own sweet fate. In fields of joy, they'll soon run free, Loved forever, as they're meant to be.
Alone and lonely, two paths distinct, One in quiet peace, the other, hearts sink. Alone without loneliness, in solitude's grace, Lonely in the crowd, lost in empty space.
Loneliness, a mind's harsh plight, A soul's quiet battle, a never-ending night. A sense of deep isolation, a painful tide, In the bustling silence, alone inside.
No sadder thought the mind can bear, Than solitary echoes in the empty air. No friend to call, no hand to hold, In the cold vastness, alone and bold.
But in this void, a light shines true, Jesus Christ, in hearts He renews. More than a brother, closer than a friend, His love unfailing, steadfast to the end.
In every moment, His presence near, Through every sorrow, beyond each fear. He fills the void, He mends the breach, With Him, no soul is out of reach.
Through life, through death, to eternity's side, In Jesus's love, we ever abide. No longer alone, His Spirit our guide, In His eternal friendship, we confidently stride.
