In these trying times, under heavy skies, Where many a heart in shadow lies, Be it from sickness, solitude, or silent cries, Remember, there's a flicker where hope never dies.
Though the burden weighs like stone upon our chest, And in our weary souls, we seek a rest, Across the land, the flowers boldly bloom, Defiant sparks of color against the gloom.
The mountains don their robes of emerald hue, Birds chant melodies, old yet ever new. Each dawn, their songs pierce the misty air, A symphony of hope, dispelling despair.
Spring whispers through the trees, a lush embrace, Butterflies twirl in an enchanted dance. Amidst this splendor, hear the children's glee, Their laughter sprinkling joy, so wild and free.
Take a silent stroll through gardens, divine, Where peace walks gently, hand in hand with time. No words are needed, just the presence felt, Of Jesus by your side, where worries melt.
Together we endure, through pain and loss, Sharing the path, our burdens to toss. In life's garden, tread softly, let your heart mend, Visit often, where grace and beauty blend.
Blessed we are, even in our strife, God walks with us, in the garden of life. So hold on to the promise of each new dawn, For in our unity, hope is reborn.
In the quiet corners of a shelter dim, A kind soul entered, her mission grim. She sought not youth with a frolic's leap, But the oldest heart, long left to keep.
"Who bears the weight of years untold?" She asked, her voice both firm and bold. We led her to old Jake's side, Where hope, not just the dog, had died.
Jake's eyes, once bright, now softly glowed, His face told stories of roads less trod. With cancer's mark and skin worn thin, He'd watched his chances grow ever dim.
Melani knelt, her gaze met his, In that still moment, born was bliss. Not just a rescue, simple and plain, But love's pure pact, forged in silent pain.
For her, no beast too frail or old, Her heart a sanctuary, brave and bold. She came not for a companion's grace, But to cradle a fading soul, a last embrace.
Now Jake, in his twilight's tender clutch, Feels the love he craved so much. God bless the woman with strength to choose The one most lost, with least to lose.
Heroes walk among us, saints unseen, Who look beyond what is, to what might have been. Thank Melani, with voices loud! For loving the forgotten, she stands proud.
Oh, to return to days gone by, when Pap would stride along, Up the railroad, his purpose clear, in his heart a humble song. He marked his vote upon the Republican slate, yet at home, peace did dwell, For mother was a staunch Democrat, but love rang the dinner bell.
May 1, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Taken from the story: Old one Quilt Pieces Shirley Noe Swiesz
In this life where shadows loom and dance, Without spiritual insurance, we risk each glance, Where calamities may stride unbidden through our days, Such insurance not to ward, but mend the frays.
It’s not a shield against the storm’s harsh roar, Nor does it bar every unwelcome door; It doesn't keep the bad at bay, you see, But offers restoration, a chance to be free.
With this assurance deep within the soul, Find peace that completes, that makes you whole. A lifetime’s peace, so vividly profound, In every whispered breeze, in every sound.
Hold fast to this insurance, tightly spun, From threads of faith, hope, and love, not undone. It’s the peace that comes from knowing deep, Your spirit’s safe, forever to keep.
In these days, my naps stretch longer, And walks are gentle strolls along. Where once I zoomed, now I shuffle, Squirrels watch my fetching game go wrong.
My fur's lost some of its springy bounce, With grey whispers around my muzzle's frame. To some, this might spell sadness, Missing youthful leaps, a wilder game.
But these golden years? I treasure each one, No chew toy could weigh the same. Butterflies escape my slower steps, Yet every flower's scent calls my name.
My barks have softened, a quiet hush, Yet love shines in my gaze, undimmed, No couch leaps, but in my human's lap, Views unfold, and life's edges, trimmed.
Gentle nudges replace playful nips, Our bond deepens beyond measure. With age comes calm, a whispered wisdom, Each moment now a cherished treasure.
No longer a pup, yet my heart swells With love and loyalty, rich and bold. So here's to us, the seasoned souls, With stories of love and loyalty, told.
May our naps be long, our treats abound, In this gentle, golden hold. A toast to the noble, aged hearts, Where love and life beautifully unfold.
In the tapestry of time, threads weave unseen, Paths converge where we’ve never been. Each moment crafted by hands divine, “Such a time as this,” whispers the grand design.
God sets the stage, the scenes, the plot, In places unknown, yet not forgot. Called into roles only we can fill, For such a time as this, by His sovereign will.
The world may shift, the shadows may twist, Yet each step is guided through the mist. For such a time as this, we stand prepared, In the light of a purpose uniquely declared.
Like Esther bold, before the throne, With courage not her own, but loaned. We rise to meet the call, the task, In God’s timing, we simply bask.
For such a time as this, not early, not late, Each moment ordained, none to waste. God’s plan unfolds, each chapter a gift, For such a time as this, we live to uplift.
