Category Archives: Strength

Headed Home

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Some are headed home,
While others destined here to stay,
On Heaven’s wings, at sunset’s glow,
We rise, we soar, we drift away.

The skies alight with gentle grace,
A path beyond the end of day,
Where shadows fade, and sorrows cease,
And peace enfolds in soft array.

For those who stay, remember well,
In dreams and whispers, love remains
A silent bond, a sacred spell,
That bridges worlds, despite the chains.

But some are called, and some remain,
Each journey carved, each step our own,
Yet bound by heart, through joy and pain,
We walk apart but not alone.

So when the evening’s colors die,
And starlight graces dusk’s display,
Know that on Heaven’s wings we fly
Some of us home, some bound to stay.

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A Bark Away

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Illustration by Steve Anderson
Heaven is just a bark away,
A wagging tail, a joyful play.
Where paws leave prints in stardust skies,
And loving gazes never die.

A place where fetch goes on for miles,
And every day brings endless smiles.
A land where treats fall like the rain,
And old aches vanish, leaving no pain.

The fields are wide, the rivers clear,
With friends we’ve lost, now waiting here.
They run, they leap, they chase the day—
For heaven is just a bark away.

And though our hearts may ache with grief,
In memories, we find relief.
For love like theirs can never part,
It stays forever in our heart.

So when the night is calm and still,
I feel a warmth, a gentle thrill,
A whisper soft, from skies so gray
Heaven is just a bark away.

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I Found a Paw

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When I needed a hand, I found a paw,
Soft and steady, without a flaw.
In silence you came, with eyes so true,
A faithful friend when skies were blue.

Through quiet nights and weary days,
You stood by me in gentle ways.
With every wag, a promise made,
In your warmth, my fears would fade.

A tender touch, a nudge, a cheer,
You sensed each doubt, each hidden tear.
No words were needed, just your gaze,
Guiding me through life’s maze.

When the world felt cold and thin,
Your paw was there, inviting me in.
A comfort pure, no need to speak,
A bond unbroken, strong yet meek.

So here’s to paws that heal and mend,
To the truest love a heart can send.
When I needed a hand, I found so much more—
I found a friend worth living for.

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Bridging the Divide

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When politics rise and tempers ignite,
Let us not rush to argue or fight.
For family and friends are treasures we hold,
Worth more than opinions or stories retold.

Let us listen with patience, speak with care,
Set judgment aside, and show we’re aware
That beyond every view, every stance, every side,
Is a heart, a soul, a love that abides.

Hold space for the thoughts that differ from yours,
As if opening gently a set of new doors.
For behind each belief lies a life and a pain,
A story unseen, a hope or a strain.

Let kindness be louder than points to be scored,
With empathy found in each gentle word.
Agree to disagree if that’s what it takes,
But honor the bond that no quarrel should break.

In a world that divides, let us build a way,
To love past the lines that words can’t sway.
For when all is said and opinions fade,
It’s the heart and the love that will always remain.

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Love Laugh Live Give

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Love with a heart that’s open wide,
A warmth no hurt can hide.
Love fiercely, love deep,
In memories to keep.

Laugh like the world’s your stage,
Breaking free from life’s cage.
Let joy fill the air,
A moment pure and rare.

Live with courage and grace,
Boldly take your place.
Chase dreams, face fears,
Gather life’s souvenirs.

Give with hands that heal,
In kindness, find what’s real.
Share, don’t withhold,
In giving, hearts unfold.

So love, laugh, live, and give,
In these, find reason to truly live.

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MarkWaldrop

Judge Me Not

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I’m not a bad person; I just lost my way,
Led by shadows where I meant to stray.
I stumbled along with the wrong crowd’s call,
Not knowing I’d trip, not meaning to fall.

I was searching for somewhere to belong,
But the voices I followed led me wrong.
In moments of weakness, I made my choice,
Silencing reason, ignoring my voice.

But deep within, I still know who I am,
Not the broken shell or the misplaced plan.
I’ve learned from the dark, I’ve found the light,
And I’m standing now, ready to make things right.

Mistakes don’t define me, they’re not my name;
They’re echoes of lessons, not badges of shame.
I’m more than my missteps, more than my past—
A heart that is healing, a spirit steadfast.

So judge me not by where I’ve been,
But see where I’m going, what lies within.
For I’m not a bad person, I just lost my way,
And I’m finding myself with each new day.

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MarkWaldrop

Our Past is Where Our Future Begins

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Our past doesn’t have to be our prison,
The chains of yesterday can break.
Mistakes and scars that left their mark
Are lessons learned, not paths to take.

Each dawn brings light, a chance to start,
To leave the shadows cast behind.
We’re free to step beyond regret,
With strength and peace in heart and mind.

The weight of guilt can fall away,
No burden must we carry on.
For grace renews what’s worn and weak,
And faith restores what’s almost gone.

The bars that held us fade in time,
As hope and love begin to grow.
Our past is not our final truth—
We’re more than what we used to know.

So rise with courage, bold and free,
No longer bound by loss or sin.
Our past may shape the lives we lead,
But it’s the future we begin.

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The Old Tractor

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An old tractor abandoned in the prairie,
Left to rust where the fields grow weary.
Nature claimed it in her quiet way,
Her roots and vines where engines lay.

Its paint now faded, metal worn thin,
With bark and trunk rooted deep within.
Too stubborn to move, too proud to break,
Bound by the roots no force could shake.

Once a tool for hands now still,
Held in the earth’s unmoving will.
A relic of toil, left as it stands—
Steel and wood, held in nature’s hands.

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Hug the Ones You Love

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Be sure to hug the ones you love,
For moments pass like clouds above.
A gentle squeeze, a warm embrace,
Can turn a tear or light a face.

Life moves fast, like rivers flow,
In ways we often cannot know.
So hold them close, and let them see
The love you give so willingly.

A hug can say what words may hide,
A shelter strong, where hearts confide.
A simple act, yet deep and true,
A gift that lives inside of you.

So hug the ones you love today,
For time will never choose to stay.
In every touch, a memory spun
Be sure to hug each cherished one.

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Two Kinds of Peace

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There’s a peace that rests upon the skin,
A quiet calm, where life begins,
In gentle waves and soft repose,
A hush that through the body flows.

It’s found in silence, soft and deep,
In starry nights, in tranquil sleep,
A breeze that stirs the morning air,
A stillness free from weight or care.

But then there’s peace within the soul,
A sacred calm that makes us whole,
Not bound by sight, or touch, or sound,
A grace that lifts us from the ground.

This peace transcends the fleeting day,
It holds through storms that come our way,
A trust that quiets every fear,
A warmth that says, I’m always here.

One peace is felt, as breath drawn in,
A fleeting balm on weary skin,
The other, deep—a holy grace,
A shelter found in Love’s embrace.

Two kinds of peace, like day and night,
One seen, one hidden, yet both alight.
Together they bring hearts release,
The strength of flesh, the soul’s true peace.

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MarkWaldrop