Time seems to be the problem whether at work or play
There never is enough time at the end of the day
Not knowing where it disappears
It has escaped throughout the years
Looking back it is a flash in my mind
Looking ahead it's not very kind
The key to being content is wisely using the time you're given
You will never regret for time lost at the gates of Heaven
April 20, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the weary depths of my despair, Where shadows weave the threads of woe, I find the end, the stark, bare truth—Where God’s own hands wish me to go.
Exhausted, with no more to give, Across this rough-hewn, rocky path, I lay me down, relinquish strife—To rise above this aftermath.
For in His grasp, a potter’s art, A vessel, cracked and worn with age, God cherishes each flaw and scar, And sets me on His healing stage.
With gentle touch, He molds anew, The shattered pieces, frail and thin, To form a masterpiece from ruin, Infusing life where none had been.
A vessel, once more whole and sound, Emerges from the Potter’s wheel, To serve again, to love, to fill, With fresher waters, fervent zeal.
So when you find you cannot walk, And all your skies have turned to gray, Remember, in your brokenness, God’s perfect plan may just hold sway.
April 19, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Freedom is just another word, nothing truly free, A boundless illusion, fading into obscurity. Yet, for a single memory of you, I’d give All my yesterdays, just to relive That moment, our spirits in perfect harmony.
Someday, our love will weave its destined lace, In the intricate dance of time and space. Our threads will cross at the ordained hour,Blossoming fiercely, a transcendent flower.
Together forever, in divine eternity, Our souls enmeshed, a seamless unity. A love profound, boundlessly deep, Our whispered promises to forever keep.
Our never-ending love, an eternal flame, An unyielding echo of your whispered name. In the realm of forever, we are the lore, In the hallowed whispers of evermore.
April 19, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
Where dreams shimmer in the twilight,
Hold fast to the visions that you deem,
Do whatever it takes to believe in your dream.
Through the trials where shadows lope,
In the gardens of despair, still tend your hope.
Let not the tempest your spirit seam,
In the gale, clutch tighter your vibrant dream.
Forge ahead when the path is steep,
Where the nights are long and the rivers deep.
Let the stars above in the heavens gleam,
Guiding your steps with their ancient beam.
Amid the whispers of doubt, may you cope,
By the fireside of tenacity, kindle your hope.
With every heartbeat, let it stream,
Flood your world with the light of your dream.
So dance on the edges of the unknown,
Where the seeds of courage are silently sown.
Rise, for beyond the dire extreme,
Rest the bright morning of your supreme dream.
April 19, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the quiet corners of my mind I find Echoes of a past I cannot bind, Chasing shadows I can never quite erase, Each a memory I must face.
I tread these halls of thought alone, A place where light has rarely shone. Whisper to me, winds of the twilight, Guide me through the folds of night.
Loneliness, a silent plea, Yearning for sweet company. Help me stand, though weary and slight, To greet the morning’s gentle light.
Through the night, a solemn flight, Darkness pierced by no starlight. Yet, hold my hand, oh fleeting sight, Till dawn’s hues spill, bold and bright.
April 19, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the quiet whispers of the twilight dim, Where shadows dance and chances slim, May a prayer on the breeze be softly said: “May you be in heaven half an hour ahead.”
Before the devil knows, before he sees, Before your soul sets upon the fiery seas, May you ascend where angels tread, In celestial peace, your spirit led.
Through the gates of pearl and streets of gold, May your name in the Book of Life be boldly scrolled. And as the heavens embrace you in their stead, May joy be yours, and no tears shed.
Let the harps pluck a melody so sweet, A serenade for your arriving feet. Among the saints and the martyrs, may you glide, Half an hour in heaven, with God at your side.
So when the final breath escapes in a sigh, And the stars above dot the navy sky, May you find the grace as your days conclude,In paradise found, in quietude.
For life is a journey through storms and through calm, May your passage be blessed with a heavenly balm. And as tales are told and your story is read,“May you be in heaven half an hour,” it’s said.
"May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead" is an old Irish blessing
April 18, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Tread lightly on the paths of the plain,
With the tools that you have, stake your claim.
For the hand you’re dealt is the hand to play,
No hidden cards, no secret sway.
Forge ahead with what’s in your grasp,
Bind your fortunes with a fervent clasp.
In the simplest stone there’s a spark to see,
In the barest branch, a hidden tree.
Craft your castle from the sand,
Work each grain with a steady hand.
The might of oceans in a drop of rain,
The endless echoes in a single grain.
Do the best you can, hold your ground,
In the humblest seeds, great forests are found.
For when you’ve nothing else but your own resolve,
You’ll find depths unknown that you can solve.
April 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the quiet chambers of your heart, enshrine The sacred Lord, His presence divine. Let His radiance in your spirit dwell, A beacon in a shell, a silent citadel.
Be ever prepared, in each fleeting hour, To voice the hope that blooms like a flower Within your soul, where faith resides, With gentle words where His love abides.
To every seeker who questions your peace, Offer your reasons, let not your zeal cease; With meekness and reverence as your shield, Grace in your answers, His wisdom revealed.
In humble fear, yet with hearts aflame, Declare the glory bound to His name; For in the asking and in the telling, Grow the roots of faith, ever compelling.
Sanctify the Lord God in all you portray, Ready in spirit, come what may.
Give an account of the hope that’s yours, Through trials and tempests, which faith endures.
1Pe 3:15 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect
April 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the gentle weave of life’s vast tapestry, Where threads of our deeds stretch out endlessly, The truth rings clear, profound yet subtly: The more we live for others, truly free.
A heart that beats for more than self alone, Finds harmony in seeds of kindness sown, For in each act of care, compassion shown, A richer, deeper life is thusly grown.
In giving, we receive—oh timeless creed—The soul’s nourishment from every good deed. A life for others, a blooming seed, In gardens of eternity it leads.
So let your life by this truth be steered, A path less trodden, but by heaven revered, Where selfless hearts are by angels cheered, For living for others, life’s mystery cleared.
Thus, ponder on this quiet, solemn truth, In the vigor of youth or the wisdom of sooth: That life expands beyond mere earthly proof, In lives for others, forever aloof.
April 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Do not linger in the shadows of doubt, Where whispers tangle and fears clout; For your prayers, my dear, have found their way, Beyond the night, into the day.
Step forth from the threshold of hope’s gentle home, Into the vast gardens where you may roam; The answers bloom bright, with petals unfurled, In the quiet corners of this wide world.
No need to wait for the skies to part, Or seek the solace of another heart; For what you’ve sought in the silence profound, In your own two hands, is already found.
Go now, accept them, with grace and with peace, As the doubts you’ve held begin to cease; Your path is lit with the light of your creed, And in your bold steps, you are freed.
April 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop