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 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 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.
From depths so deep, in shadows cast, I lived with ghosts of a troubled past. Chains that clinked with every stride, The devil's cuffs, where fear did hide.
Trapped so low, in the darkest well, No light to see, no hope to tell. Lost I was, where no eyes could see, A soul in the pit, yearning to be free.
I raised my gaze, through tears, through pain, Prayed for mercy, for strength to gain. "Is there a God?" my heart did plead, "Show me your love, in this my need."
Then clouds did part, the sun's warm glow Bathed my face, in its gentle show. Upon my knees, earth met my plea, "Oh God, I see you, now I believe."
With Jesus now, who walks my side, In His steps, I now abide. His voice, a balm, that sets me free, Through His deliverance, I'm truly free.
May 9, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend JIM Hollis KB4IUD
Moms, you are cherished beyond measure, Not for the deeds your hands perform. You are treasured in His sight, For simply being the form you adorn.
God knows every layer of your spirit, More deeply than you could ever view. In His infinite wisdom and mercy, He has made His loving verdict—He cherishes you.
Across all the mornings you rise before dawn, Through nights when peace seems afar. He sees the strength in your weary eyes, Illuminated, as you are His star.
So on this day when we honor you, Let this truth in your heart be still: You are loved just for being you, With a love that no depths can fill.
Happy Mother's Day to you, A blessing from the skies above— Eternally valued, eternally held, In the boundless embrace of God's love.
