Dogs are my favorite people, true and dear,
With tails that wag in joy, drawing near.
They speak in barks, in whines, and gentle sighs,
Their words unspoken, seen within their eyes.
In fields they roam, in dreams they chase the light,
Under the sun, beneath the moon so bright.
They love without a hint of guile or pride,
Beside us, in their loyalty, they reside.
No judgment cast, no grudges ever held,
In their embrace, our fears are swiftly quelled.
Through storms and calm, they stand by, staunch and bold,
Their warmth a refuge from the outside cold.
In every dog, a heart of gold does beat,
With every wag, they make our lives complete.
No better friend, companion, or confidant,
In dogs, we find the souls we've always wanted.
So here's to dogs, the best of all our friends,
Their love, a kind that never, ever ends.
They teach us joy, and how to truly live,
To them, my heart, my thanks, I gladly give.
March 22, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In my soul, embers of coal lie deep and still,
A dormant fire, awaiting the divine will.
Ignited by the Word, a flame takes hold,
A spark of the divine, ancient and bold.
The wind of the Holy Spirit, unseen, yet felt,
Fanning flames, making icy hearts melt.
It stirs within us a fervent, burning desire,
To act in love, to lift others higher.
Our hearts ablaze, with warmth so true,
Guided by a force beyond the view.
Actions born not from our own plan,
But moved by the grace of the Great I Am.
The love of God, from these embers spread,
A warmth that feeds, a light that's led.
Through the Word of God, a fire derived,
In us, His love, forever alive.
So let the Spirit’s wind ever blow,
On the embers in our souls, making them glow.
Spreading God’s warmth, His love, His light,
Turning darkness into day, from night.
March 22, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the realm of dusk and dawn, where dreams are both lost and born,
Lies a whisper, faint and taught, "Do the best you can with what you got."
With hands both weary and worn, from battles fierce and forlorn,
We carve our fates, knot by knot, doing the best with what we got.
In the silence of the night, under stars that shine so bright,
We plot our course, seek our lot, with the tools and skills we've got.
Through storms that rage and rot, through calm seas and thoughts fraught,
Our spirit wavers not, for we strive with all we've got.
So let this be our guiding thought, through lessons hard and dearly bought,
To weave our tales, no matter what, doing the best with what we've got.
For in the end, it's all for naught, if not to live the life we sought,
To love, to learn, without a blot, ever doing the best with what we've got.
March 21, 2024
Created by
Mark Waldrop
In her gaze, a spark, a vibrant start,
A blaze within, from worlds apart.
She has fire in her soul,
A force untamed, a story untold.
With every step, she dances, light,
In shadows deep, she finds her might.
And grace in her heart, a gentle art,
A symphony of whispers, set apart.
Her laughter, a melody, wild and free,
A beacon for the weary, a lock without a key.
In her warmth, a comfort found,
In her silence, an echo, profound.
She walks the line between day and night,
A balance of strength, a beacon of light.
With fire in her soul, and grace in her heart,
She crafts her destiny, a living art.
A spirit fierce, with love untamed,
In every word, her essence named.
She has fire in her soul, a never-ending flame,
And grace in her heart, forever to remain.
March 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the labyrinth of life where shadows play,
Echoes the adage, "Where there's a will, there's a way."
A mantra for the bold, the spirited, the brave,
For those who face the storm, unswayed, unwavering, unafraid.
Through valleys steep and mountains high,
Underneath the boundless, starlit sky,
The will ignites, a beacon bright,
Guiding through the darkest night.
It whispers in the heart of those who dare,
To dream, to strive, to do and to bear,
That obstacles are merely steps to climb,
Opportunities in the fabric of time.
The way becomes clear to those who seek,
With resolve in their soul, with spirits meek,
For within the will lies the power immense,
To overcome, to endure, to leap the fence.
So when the path seems lost, obscured, forlorn,
Remember the strength from which will is born.
It's not just the journey, the destiny, or the fray,
It's believing, "Where there's a will, there's a way."
March 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In life's shadowed valleys, where fear often dwells,
Came a whisper of hope, like distant church bells.
The news of a storm, a tempest named cancer,
Led me to seek, in companions, an answer.
To the shelter I went, where dreams seem to pause,
And there I found Rich, with his wise, gentle paws.
At the back of his kennel, resigned to his fate,
Till our eyes met, and it wasn't too late.
Then Ronny, with spirit, a lifeline extended,
Through a lick and a look, our hearts quickly blended.
Two souls long forgotten, in silence they pleaded,
For a love just like mine, so desperately needed.
They entered my life in a moment so grim,
When the light of my hope was exceedingly dim.
They brought laughter and joy, a respite from sorrow,
A promise of sunshine, each new tomorrow.
When tears needed shedding, they offered their fur,
A comfort, a tissue, their presence a cure.
In moments of doubt, their loyalty never waned,
Two friends on a journey, through sunshine and rain.
We battled, we fought, through each high and low,
And with each passing day, our bonded love did grow.
I needed them more than I'd ever known,
My protectors, my guides, through the unknown sown.
I emerged from the storm, with them by my side,
My heart full of gratitude, wide-eyed and wide.
For Rich and Ronny, my guardians so true,
I owe you my life, for the love that I drew.
In laughter and tears, in silence and roars,
You've given me everything, and so much more.
My companions, my heroes, in fur-cloaked disguise,
I love you, my everything, my noblest prize.
March 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the garden of our efforts, where our toilsome seeds are sown,
Lies the truth, profound and ageless, in the gentle winds, it's blown:
"The more we do for ourselves, in our striving, in our quest,
The more God can, in His wisdom, guide us, nurture, and invest.
For each step we take in earnest, on this earthly, winding road,
Lays a path for grace to follow, lightens every heavy load.
In the sweat of our endeavor, in the work of our own hands,
Lies the key to greater wonders, far beyond what we had planned.
It's not in idle waiting or in silent, passive dreams,
But in active, fervent doing, where divine intervention gleams.
Like a river meets the ocean, like the seed that meets the soil,
Our actions meet with heaven’s grace, in a sacred, timeless coil.
So let us toil with joy and vigor, in the sunlight, in the rain,
For our efforts carve the channels, through which blessings flow, unfeigned.
God’s work begins where ours ends, in a beautiful, divine dance,
Where every effort we put forth gives His miracles a chance.
In the fabric of creation, every thread we weave with care
Joins the tapestry eternal, vibrant, wondrous, and rare.
So, lift your heart and set your hands to the plow of your own fate,
For the more we do for ourselves, the more God’s blessings await."
March 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Isn't it funny how fast time slips away
Tomorrow never comes no matter what I say
I can look back on yesterday I can see things today
The future hides behind a veil of mystery I must say
To change the past I have to change today
To change the future I must prepare and pray
March 20, 2024
MarkWaldrop
The perfect place for you may be different than for me
We're both looking for tranquil places for our souls to see
A place of quiet and rest
A place to build our nest
A getaway from the hustle and bustle of life
A place of serene calmness with no strif
Learning to calm my soul brings peace to my mind
Making the perfect place much easier to find
March 20, 2024
MarkWaldrop
I do what I have to do to continue Marching on
One foot in front of the other, moving right along
Sometimes, being easy when things are going my way
Other times, most difficult with no light, I begin to sway
There is a common denominator that smoothes my path
Keeping my eyes on God’s Son Jesus brings less wrath
March 20, 2024
MarkWaldrop
