In the quest for peace, day by day I tread,
Seeking solace where spirits lay their head.
"Jesus," they say, "in the bottle's depth hides,"
A hope I clutch as my solitary guide.
I thought I glimpsed Him, in the glass's gleam,
A fleeting vision, or so it did seem.
But illusions shatter, fall to the floor,
Leaving me empty, yearning for more.
Yet, amidst the fragments of hope and despair,
A whisper of strength floats in the air.
"I will begin anew," I softly decree,
"When the morrow lends its vigor to me."
For in the search, away from the night's shade,
Lies the promise of a dawn, freshly made.
With resilience as my newfound friend,
I'll seek not in bottles, but in the bend
Of life's river, where peace gently flows,
And the light of salvation brightly glows.
There, in the clarity of day's embrace,
I'll find Jesus, beyond the bottle's chase.
March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In this moment, shadowed by night's deepest gloom,
We yearn for light, to pierce the overwhelming doom.
A whisper in the silence, a plea, soft and dour,
"We need God's healing power in this hour."
From the depths of despair, where our fears reside,
To the peaks of hope, where faith and love collide,
Let us seek the grace that showers like a springtime flower,
Craving God's healing power in this hour.
For the wounded heart and the burdened soul,
May divine compassion play its gentle role.
In every trial, may we discover the strength to tower,
Empowered by God's healing power in this hour.
Let the stars above remind us of love's eternal light,
Guiding us through the darkness, making our spirits bright.
In unity, let us stand, in faith let us not cower,
United in our need for God's healing power in this hour.
So we pray, with hands clasped and heads bowed low,
For healing streams from heaven's gates to flow.
In our darkest moments, in our neediest bower,
We find hope and refuge in God's healing power.
March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the quiet world between pen and light,
Where thoughts like rivers flow,
A poem's birth is a silent night,
A secret only the moon will know.
It waits in stillness, ink barely dry,
For eyes to give it breath,
For in the reader’s mind to lie,
Its meaning woken from death.
Not in the scribble of the poet's hand,
Nor in the echo of their voice,
But in the reader's heart does it stand,
In their soul, it finds its voice.
For a poem is a bridge, a door,
A path from soul to soul,
Its journey ends not on the page,
But in the reading, it becomes whole.
So when you find these words and read,
Know the poem at last is freed,
Its purpose found, its journey done,
In the space between us, we become one.
March 11, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In life, it's not just the paths we choose,
But the companions who our spirits fuse.
Through valleys low or mountains high,
The truest wealth is who's by your side.
Not destinations, grand and wide,
But the hearts in which we confide.
For journeys taken, short or long,
It's the shared laughter, our sweetest song.
With every step, a story weaves,
In the tapestry of memories we leave.
It's not the places that we roam,
But who walks with us, makes it home.
In the dance of life, under the moon's soft glow,
It's not where we land, but who we know.
Through storms and sunshine, joy and strife,
The beauty of journey, the essence of life.
So cherish the ones who make you feel true,
In life's grand adventure, it's who goes with you.
For in the end, when the day is through,
It's not where you go, but who's with you.
March 11, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world where cruelty hides in day's bright light,
A young heart stood firm, a beacon in the night.
Luke Rowles, just fifteen, eyes wide and brave,
Faced down the dark, a lone, innocent to save.
In a garden of shadows, where violence found its mark,
A fox lay in agony, its future stark.
Mouth sealed with silence, a duct tape chain,
A creature of the wild, bound in human pain.
With courage that belied his tender years,
Luke approached the group, despite his fears.
He shouted, a voice against the tide,
And with determined hands, he turned the ride.
He lifted the fox, from the depths of despair,
Healing its wounds, with tender care.
In his eyes, a resolve, pure and true,
A spirit that through darkness flew.
He freed the fox, back to the wild's embrace,
A gesture of hope, for the entire race.
Luke Rowles, now a man, continues his creed,
Rescuing those in need, a selfless deed.
The world needs more like him, hearts bold and kind,
Who to cruelty and despair, refuse to be blind.
For it's in acts of courage, in moments so bleak,
We find the strength to give voice to the weak.
So here's to the brave, who stand tall and fight,
For every creature's right to live in the light.
May we learn from Luke, with his unconditional will,
To protect, to care, and to heal.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the realm of the ever-turning wheel,
Where desires carve deep, and dreams feel real,
There's wisdom whispered in the quiet stone:
"Be satisfied with the life you've got; leave well enough alone."
In the chase for the distant, shining more,
We often miss the treasures at our door.
The simplest joys, into grandeur, have grown,
When we're satisfied with the life we've got, leaving well enough alone.
The laughter shared in the warmth of home,
The peace found in moments alone,
The beauty in the way the stars have shone,
Teach us to cherish the life we've got, to leave well enough alone.
For in longing for the hill's other side,
We miss the splendor of the ride.
The heart's quiet contentment, softly sown,
Finds us satisfied with the life we've got, leaving well enough alone.
So, let the world race to its frenzied beat,
In stillness, find your retreat.
In gratitude, let your seeds be thrown,
And be satisfied with the life you've got, leave well enough alone.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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In fields wide, where signals dance and streams,
I've raised towers high, touched the sky's seams.
And I've laid beams, sturdy, across the lands,
Yet found my heart tied to simpler bands.
For in the humble dipole's gentle reach,
There lies a lesson that the skies do teach.
Complexity not always does one need,
When simple strings of wire can far exceed.
I've worn the cloak of wealth, pockets deep,
And I've felt the pinch, when ends don't meet.
But through the highs and lows, one truth endures:
The essence of action, which life secures.
Not in the riches, nor in the dearth,
But in the doing, we find our worth.
For towers may fall, and beams may decay,
But the spirit of a doer stays in play.
So let us cherish the old dipole's grace,
And in our actions, find our rightful place.
For in the end, it's not what we acquire,
But what we do, that lifts us higher.
In the realm where the bluebirds sing,
Two humble nests in springtime cling.
Spike O'Dell, with a curious eye,
Noticed one nest, under the sky,
Seemed not of bluebird make or kind—
A mystery nest, there to find.
With care, he reached to understand,
What creature had claimed this land.
But quick as lightning, from its lair,
Something darted through the air.
A bite or scratch, too fast to see,
Left Spike wondering, "What could it be?"
A photo taken, truth to tell,
Confirmed the tales Spike would dwell.
Not a bluebird, with feathers bright,
But a flying squirrel, in flight!
Nestled within, a surprise guest,
In the bluebird box, it chose to rest.
So let this tale remind us all,
Nature’s surprises, big and small.
In the dance of life, wild and free,
There’s more than what we think we see.
Spike’s adventure, by nests beguiled,
Shows the wonder of the wild.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
One step at a time, let's tread this earth,
A journey of miles, starts with a single birth.
Each foot placed down with intent so clear,
Can change the world, near and dear.
With every step, let's plant a seed,
Of love, of hope, in every deed.
A tree that grows, tall and grand,
Spreading shade, across the land.
One smile, one word, of kindness spread,
Can lift a heart, heavy as lead.
A gesture small, a helping hand,
Can ripple out, across the sand.
Change doesn't call for grand displays,
But in simple acts, through everyday ways.
A choice to listen, to understand,
To walk in peace, across this land.
One step at a time, let's pave the way,
For brighter dawns, and kinder days.
For in each step, a chance resides,
To craft a world, where love abides.
So let's take that step, with hearts so bold,
To change the world, to shape its mold.
For step by step, with love as our guide,
We'll see the change, side by side.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a land where dreams weave through the air,
There's a vet, with a heart beyond compare.
In their clinic, where hope and healing meet,
There resides a comfort, gentle and sweet.
A dog, not just any, but one with a task,
In its presence, no fear, no mask.
To anxious souls, sick and frail,
This comfort dog tells a different tale.
With fur as soft as the morning's embrace,
And eyes that speak of a tranquil space.
It moves amongst those in need of a friend,
Whispering, "It's not the end."
No words are spoken, yet understood,
A bond in silence, for the greater good.
It's there to soothe, to calm, to ease,
In its presence, troubled hearts find peace.
"Everything will be alright," it seems to say, k
With every nuzzle, every stay.
Through its gentle touch, a magic flows,
Healing more than medicine knows.
In the US, this tale unfolds,
A story of compassion that never grows old.
A vet and a dog, in their care,
Show the world a love beyond compare.
So here's to the comfort dog, with a mission so bright,
Assisting, healing, bringing light.
In the realm of care, they stand tall,
Reminding us that love conquers all.
March 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
