Sometimes, when shadows cloud our day, We don’t need words to light the way. No questions asked, no answers sought, Just quiet company, deeply thought.
A presence near, no need to speak, No solutions offered, no wisdom to seek. For feelings twist and turn and ache, And understanding sometimes takes its break.
The burden is ours, too heavy to share, Yet their silent warmth shows they care. They sit, they stay, without demand, Their quiet strength, a steady hand.
No “You’re not alone” needs to be said, The comfort’s in their stillness instead. For in that moment, with them near, The weight feels lighter, the world less severe.
Sometimes, a breath, a touch, a glance, Is all it takes to shift the stance. Not alone—that truth’s enough, To remind us we’re held, even when life’s tough.
Finally in bed, the battles cease, A fleeting moment of quiet peace. The pillow whispers its softest lore, While the blanket shields like a closing door.
The world spins on; it can wait its turn, For now, there’s no need to fret or yearn. Dreams await in their gentle embrace, A sanctuary from life’s frantic pace.
So close your eyes, let the darkness dwell, Good night, dear heart, and sleep so well. Tomorrow will come with its trials anew, But for now, the night belongs to you.
My life isn’t perfect, but that’s okay, I wake with gratitude every day. Though storms may gather, skies may gray, I find the light along the way.
The dreams I chased, not all came true, Yet blessings abound, both old and new. A roof, a meal, a warm embrace, Love surrounds me in every space.
Perfection’s a shadow, a fleeting thing, But joy is found in the song I sing. In simple moments, my heart takes flight, Grateful for the gifts in plainest sight.
For every trial, a lesson learned, For every loss, a love returned. The road is rugged, the journey steep, But in my soul, God’s peace I keep.
So here I stand, both flawed and free, Thankful for all that’s given to me. Perfect or not, I take my stand, A grateful heart, a life in hand.
The single most miscalculation I made Across these almost seventy-eight years, Was to think intellect could forge a blade Sharper than mercy, gentler than tears.
I once believed that wisdom’s fire Could light the way through shadowed lands, That reason’s climb would take me higher, Beyond the need for softer hands.
But the head, though strong, cannot replace The heart that bends, the soul that gives. For mercy flows with boundless grace, And through such love, the spirit lives.
In chasing truth, I overlooked The simple kindness I received, And only now, with pages booked, Do I see where I was deceived.
Mercy mends where logic fractures, Grace rebuilds where reason fails. Love sustains through all life’s chapters, When intellect’s bright flame pales.
So as I near the twilight’s gleam, I cherish mercy’s warm embrace, And walk with grace, my final theme The wisest path, the truest place.
What you settle for is what you suffer from, What you settle for is where your joy comes from. Life is a balance of what we choose, Yet God’s blessings are never meant to lose.
Don’t settle for less than you deserve, For you are crafted with love and nerve. His plans for you are mighty and grand, Shaped by the touch of His gentle hand.
He wants the best for you, this is true, Because He made you, uniquely you. So raise your eyes, your heart, your voice, In faith and courage, make the best choice.
Trust in His promise, follow His way, And let His goodness brighten your day. For what you settle for shapes your strife, So seek His best and embrace His life.
It’s Sunday, the air is calm and still, The week of Thanksgiving, a time to feel. No complaints on my lips, no requests to impart, Just gratitude flowing straight from my heart.
Thank You, Lord, for the gift of this day, For breath in my lungs, for moments to pray. For the rising sun and the life You bestow, For Your grace that sustains and helps me grow.
No matter the trials, the highs or the lows, Your love is the anchor my spirit knows. So today, I pause, with no need to strive, Just thankful, O God, to simply be alive.
I may have many years of faith, From the time I first believed, But it’s not the length of knowing Him, That determines what I’ve achieved.
It’s not the years that count the most, But the love in every deed, The steps I take in faith each day, To serve where there is need.
For faith is not a passive gift, But a journey to impart, A living trust, a constant walk, With Christ within my heart.
So let my years in faith be shown, Not in time, but in my care, In kindness, hope, and truth I give, And in His love I share.
May my actions speak of Him I know, May my life His grace recount, For it’s not the years of knowing that count, But the faith in action that surmounts.
A melody rising through all life’s days. Soft whispers of hope, or jubilant cries, A harmony soaring to infinite skies.
Each heart sings a tune, unique and sincere, Shaped by its journey, its trials, its tears. For prayers are as varied as stars in the night, Yet all find their way to the Source of light.
In joy or in sorrow, in love or despair, Praise is the answer, the soul’s silent prayer. A chorus of faith, in countless ways, Uniting us all in a symphony of praise.
Did you ever live on a farm so still, Where the work was hard, and the air had a chill? Dreading the task of the tough stump row, A test of resolve where progress was slow.
That dreaded day finally came at last, The sun beat down, the hours dragged past. I lowered my head, bit my lip, pressed on, Each swing of the hoe sang a stubborn song.
Some days in life are just like that row, Starting out rough with nowhere to go. But step by step, with grit in your hand, You clear the way, and you take your stand.
For persistence and faith will see you through, With every strike, you’re born anew. Never giving up will shape your soul, Turning toil into triumph, and making you whole.
