A Spirit Not Broken

In a world not always kind, under skies sometimes grey,
Lived Reggie, a little dog, in turmoil's harsh sway.
His fur, as white as fresh winter snow,
Held a story of sorrow, more than most know.

Two months past, fate's hand gently guided,
To a soul in need, where love resided.
A cruelty endured, one eye lost, a spirit not broken,
In Reggie's heart, his resilience, a token.

At two, life's chapters, both bitter and sweet,
Found solace in kindness, a gesture so neat.
A new family's embrace, a haircut, a sign,
Of beginnings anew, where stars align.

On Sunday, the scissors whispered tales of rebirth,
Trimming away the past, revealing his worth.
And today, oh today, in the playground's embrace,
Swings cradled his dreams, in a serene space.

He soared through the air, with the wind in his fur,
A moment so pure, no past could deter.
He wanted to say hi, to the world, to the sky,
A simple hello, from a dog, once shy.

Reggie, the little white dog, with a heart so vast,
Teaches us love, resilience, a bond that will last.
In his eyes, a story, a journey, a plea,
To see beyond sorrow, and just let him be.

So here's to Reggie, a beacon of light,
A testament to love's unwavering might.
In a world not always kind, he found his way,
A cute little white dog, who had much to say.

March 4, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop

A Journey of Faith

In the tapestry of life, so grand and vast,  
God wove each soul, a spell to cast.  
With freedom of choice in every heart,  
A journey of faith, from the start.

Some choose the path where God's light shines,  
A road of love, divine designs.  
Others may wander, lost in the night,  
Swayed by shadows, out of sight.

Yet, let us be carriers of the Good,  
Reaching out, as we should.  
To those caught in evil's snare,  
Offering hope, showing we care.

For in the grand design, it's clear to see,  
Good triumphs over evil, ultimately.  
A battle fought with love and grace,  
Leading every lost soul to a sacred place.

So, let our actions reflect the light,  
Guiding all towards what is right.  
For in the end, it's love that wins,  
A force that forgives, and cleanses sins.

Together, let's stand, strong and true,  
With every deed, let goodness flow through.  
For in the tapestry that God has spun,  
Good shall prevail, when all is said and done.

March 3, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop

If My Cat Could Talk

If LittleBit could talk, what would he say? 
Thank you for being my family every day.

Keeping me safe and warm, I'm most thankful for.
Taking me to the Vet when my paw is sore.

God sent me to you, and you to me.
To give us comfort and security.

If I go first, which I most likely will.
Meet me at the Rainbow Bridge. 
We’ll all cross over the hill.

March 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Penned for
Biscuit T. & Ann Sims

It Smells Like Dog

They told me, with a tone so slight,  
"That my house, it holds a scent,"  
Smells like dog, they claimed outright,  
And I pondered what they meant.  

"Do they know what a dog smells like?"  
A query to their claim,  
A dog smells like the dawn's first light,  
A spirit you can't tame.  

Gratitude, in every wagging tail,  
Loyalty, in eyes so bright,  
Nobility, in their silent hail,  
Honey, in their cuddles tight.  

Pure and Unconditional Love,  
In every leap and joyful shove,  
And despite all they have suffered,  
They don't smell a grudge, it's buffered.  

So, I stand, with heart so touched,  
In their presence, I feel blessed,  
My house smells like dog, so much,  
And in that scent, I find my rest.  

For in their essence, I see truth,  
A lesson in their every move,  
My home's fragrance, a living proof,  
Of love, in its purest groove.  

So let them say, what they will,  
About the scent, my home does fill,  
For if it smells like dog, I'm glad,  
It's the best scent, one could ever have.

March 2, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Feed My Sheep

In the heart of every believer, a commission rests,
Whispered in the sacred moments, when soul meets divine,
"Feed My sheep," He says, a testament of the quest,
A journey of love, from the vine to the wine.

This love, not made, but revealed in radiant beams,
The essence of God, through the Spirit, now ours,
Binding us to the Father, in the stream
Of a love so vast, it empowers and empowers.

Like Jesus, united with God in seamless grace,
Obedient, poured out for the world's embrace,
He sends us forth, His path to trace,
"In My love," He says, "find your place."

Peter's heart, once torn, now sees,
Love's true face, in the Master's peace.
"Not words, but deeds," the Savior decrees,
"Feed My sheep," in this, My love releases.

Among His flock, some lost, some stray,
Some with coats of pain, some fray.
Yet, God's love knows no dismay,
Through us, His love finds its way.

Prejudice and preference, we must transcend,
For in God's love, there's no end.
To every sheep, His love we send,
His commission, our mission, till the end.

Let not emotions, our hearts mislead,
For it's by His Spirit, His sheep we feed.
In every act of love, a holy seed,
God's love, through us, a river freed.

So, heed the call, let love be your creed,
For in feeding His sheep, we find our deed.
In every gesture, every need,
We echo Christ, in word and deed.

Jhn 21:17  The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. 

March 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Dr. Bob Heil, K9EID

In silent waves, the airwaves mourn, a key now stilled, a legend born.  
Dr. Bob Heil, K9EID, his call,  
In the ether, his voice did fall.  
A valiant fight, a year in span,  
Cancer's battle, a brave man ran.  
Surrounded by love, in peace, he passed,  
Into the memories, his legacy cast.  

A passion for radio, clear and bright,  
Guiding waves, through day and night.  
Everything he touched, for growth, for better,  
His spirit in service, an unbreakable fetter.  
Instructional guides, presentations with zest,  
Support for ARRL, in youth, he invested.  

An Elmer to all, a mentor, a guide,  
His absence now felt, a missing tide.  
Yet, in the silence, his impact resonates,  
A beacon of love, through the ether, it radiates.  
To ham operators, across every land,  
Bob's spirit whispers, in the airwaves, it stands.  

So let's key our mics, in homage, in grace,  
For Dr. Bob Heil, an irreplaceable space.  
His journey on earth, a radiant trail,  
In every static crackle, his story we hail.  
Though the key is silent, his legacy sings,  
In the heart of the hobby, his spirit brings wings.  

Farewell, beloved founder, your journey now ends,  
But in frequencies wide, your essence extends.  
A Silent Key, yet your message loud,  
Dr. Bob Heil, forever proud.  
In the hobby you loved, your passion remains,  
An eternal echo, in the amateur radio lanes.

March 1, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop KE4WA

 A Drop of Water

A drop of water, I cannot make 
How many drops to fill a lake

The oceans deep and wide filled with countless drops You provide
The springs from the mountains overflow with tears You've cried 

The God above who makes the water is the Potter who forms me
Combing water with the clay He breathes life that I may see

Thank you, God, for sending your love from Heaven above 
That your Holiness through your Son Jesus shows Your Love. 

March 1, 2024
MarkWaldrop