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Premium Member WHAT IS IMPORTANT AND WHAT IS NOT

When we arrive at the cabin in summer after it’s been winterized…
and no one has entered before us…
We often know what little hiccups the cabin has waiting for us.

This year we did know one hiccup waiting…as to the cabin we were heading.
We needed to repair the oven door which fell off in October
during Trista and Damien’s wedding.

This was a hiccup we were prepared for…but one hiccup we were not
was once we opened up the house…our water would not get hot.

We arrived on a Saturday…Cris our repairman couldn’t make it out till Wednesday
which meant…for the 5 days it would take…we would not have any hot water
and worse than that…Deborah could not bake!

Cris had no trouble repairing the water heater…sometimes elements just go bad…
but the news he gave us about the stove…made Deborah, the baker, sad.

He would have to order hinges and he was not sure how long that would take…
which meant we weren’t sure when this summer Deborah would get to bake…

But the first parts did not fit…and when the second set arrived…then and only then…
did Cris inform us that our wounded stove…would never bake again…

Which meant a trip to Lowes…where we bought a new stove…one that was on display
and that new stove after almost two months of waiting…was delivered yesterday…

It’s funny how in life after being married for so long…some things come to be…
because I noticed Deborah looked at her new stove…the way she once looked at me…

After doing without hot water for a few days…and an oven most of the summer
my first thought…
Was that sometimes hiccups enter our life to remind us…what’s important…
and at the same time…what is not.

Love, and family and friendship…being together, being healthy…enjoying nature
are what’s truly important every moment we’re awake…
Hot water is a luxury…as is the ability to bake…

Having said that, however, I must admit taking a hot shower is awfully sweet…
and there’s something special about holding a warm chocolate chip cookie…
that Deborah just baked…and I’m about to eat.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Her Story

she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize 
the brave new world
a new old world
with him

Premium Member DESTINY CONTROL

Sitting on a Greyhound awaiting to depart
Memphis being the start
My Greyhound bus ticket has no specific destination with only “Anywhere Bound”
The feeling is where to find the possibilities in where to settle
Journey into a new life
No fiddle faddle
Reclining in my seat, and just imagine my life through the off ramp in discovering my destiny
Miles upon miles will give me plenty time thinking while
Observing the various trucks, cars and other bus coaches as I view through the bus picture windows
Destinations in so many directions, North, South, East and West
Remembering an old slogan, “GO WEST YOUNG MAN”
There’s much to chose, but don’t dwell on confused
As the Greyhound bus wheels roll while kicking up dust and acceleration
My journey is the turning point in what is to come
Goals centered in my head in how to follow through
Destiny in control
Perhaps a town or major city being my objective
I am very subjective
Sense of commitment
Courage to move on
Through the days and nights
What settlement is in sight
Greyhound bus, show me the way
My journey in the horizon
People and places
Any place for me to be
Just relax and wait and see
Mysteries of my journey to anticipate
A place I can call home and appreciate
Greyhound bus stops here and there
A journey I experience that I can only share
Memphis was my start
I might be San Antonio where I might disembark
Texas wind and a Horse ride
Adventure that is what the state will provide
Fulfillment I see in my face
Achievement to follow
San Antonio is the place
Just for me
A place to see
Dwell and acquaint
San Antonio is my take away
New life and friendship
I have arrived
Destiny control
That Greyhound bus helped me to be bold
Behold
Form: Rhyme

I'M Really Not That Bad

I’m Really Not That Bad

Another day, and still I sigh
This constant struggle makes me cry
Unkindness is the reason why
This battle’s all uphill

And for the ones who fail to see,
this pain that makes its home in me
YOU magnify the misery
by thinking what you will

You must admit, I’m just like you
I feel emotion as you do
Anger, hurt and sadness too,
and still you ostracize

If you could trade for just one day,
Your life for mine, I think you’d say
We are the same in many ways;
And friendship would arise

I plead with you to understand,
My disadvantages weren’t “planned”
I must go on the best I can,
But judgment makes me sad

If you’d invite me, I would stay
Include me in your game - I’ll play!
I think you’d find it's safe to say
I’m really not that bad!
© Gayle Rodd  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Rain Keeps On Pouring

When the day seems gloomy and nothing seems to work out right 
And life, love and friendship seem so far off
When the rain beats violently against your window pane
And the storm seems as though it will never pass.

When your tears never dry and your cries are never heard
And love ones distance themselves
When the whole world is asleep and no-ones listening
And life refuses to throw you a rope an you feel as though you have lost all hope

Remember that Rome wasn't built in a day
And to aspire to one's goal one has to have faith
Hold onto that dream, believe in yourself
Through faith all things are possible.


What is religion?

Dad what is religion, it so confuses me
I know about church is that all it can be?
I sing the songs and listen to stuff
But watching the tele this isn't enough

Sweatheart it's another one of those things
Steeped in tradition with all that brings
We must remember, there are many beliefs
From Buddhists to Islam,  Jewish and Sheikhs 

Dad why if they're good, why do they fight
I see it in history they all think their right
How can killing be good, surely that's wrong
Bombs and murders how can this belong

Sweatheart it's not easy, emotions run high
Maybe they need to reset, ask themselves why
There is good in us all, that is for sure
Maybe we need to expect so much more

Dad so which God is the only true one?
The one true God from when time begun
It has to be wrong to have all this fighting
How can good cause all this evils igniting 

Sweatheart God is in each of our souls
Goodness and friendship must be our goals
Each religion has true love in its heart
Everyone must find it, before they depart

Dad I think I get it,  regardless of religion 
We need to see love and not just Division
Some extremists have forgotten this love 
They are in need of guidance from God above.
Form: Rhyme

Love Me Anyway

I am not perfect but love me anyway .

I love you with no conditions  

I am not the most beautiful woman you know but when you are sick I am there for you .

I make mistakes we both do and I love you just the same .

I am jealous , I am miserable but when I am not all of that . I am the amazing girl you met .

I am a mess but love me anyway.

Just love me for all I am  and all you know I can be.

I can't  promise you easy but I can promise you my heart. 

Commitment till death do us part . 

To be your lover ,your bestfriend and your biggest cheerleader. 

Love  ,forgiveness and friendship ...that I can promise you .... until the end of time .

Just love me , I love you for all you are and all you can be . 

Just love me without conditions.

Spirituality of the Heart

OPEN THE SACRED BOOK OF LOVE AND ENTER INTO THAT SACRED SPACE WHERE ALL IS POSSIBLE WITH MERCY AND COMPASSION. TAKE IN THE BEAUTY THAT
GOD CREATED , TOUCH IT WITH KIND AND REMIND YOURSELF THAT YOU WERE THE REASON HE CREATED THE LAND AND THE WATERS. 
EVERY CREATURE ON EARTH IS HERE FOR ONE PURPOSE TO SERVE AND BE SERVED. JUST LIKE THE BIRDS SERVE US THEIR SONG,THE ROSE SERVES US HER BEAUTY AND WE SERVE THE WORLD OUR QUOTA OF LOVE AND GOODNESS, WITH FAITH AND HOPE. (BREATHE) 
TURN TO THE PAGE THAT IS MARKED FOR YOU, BENT IN THE RIGHT PLACE, AND BOLDED FOR YOUR EYES TO SEE "LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS THYSELF " 
LET THE SUN WRAP YOU IN ITS WARMTH AND MAKE YOU WHOLE AGAIN. 
TURN TO YOUR EARTHLY FAMILY AND JOIN HANDS IN BONDAGE AND FRIENDSHIP. SHARE YOUR FAITH WITH THOSE THAT HAVE LOST HOPE, 
BRING ABUNDANCE TO THIS WORLD THROUGH YOUR SMILE AND CARING WAYS. (BREATHE)
SONG YOUR SONG AND LIVE YOUR LIFE OPEN HEARTED AND TRUE TO 
YOURSELF AND OTHERS. LEAVE NO ROOM FOR ANGER OR RESENTMENT.
PUT YOUR GENTLE HANDS TO WORK THROUGH GOOD ACTION AND PURPOSE.
OPEN THE SACRED BOOK AND READ THE GOOD STORY. IT HAS BEEN WRITTEN FOR YOU BY THE MASTER HAND. 
LOVE AND LIGHT, NAMASTE !
Form: Narrative

Premium Member A Day To Remember

A supporter's day happens each July
which we always wanted to attend
so this July we found our way there
instead of good wishes ourselves we did send

Caring For Life has made such an impact
on the lives of many in their care
these souls have been so changed
by love shown often, it’s so rare

This love comes from God Himself
believing everyone’s made in God’s image
created for Him and for His glory
reveals His mercy in turning every page

Such a picture here is painted
in Jesus footsteps, they do go
revealing His love visibly touchable
breaks through every enemy and foe

Crag House Farm has to be seen
to realise the magnitude achieved
all these memories, so memorable
of a vision that’s been believed

Undoubtedly “A day to remember”
so thankful to Jonathan and team
despite the showers we received blessings
praise God for all Jesus came to redeem

(I have written this piece in memory of a wonderful day we had at the supporter's day of a Christian Charity "Caring for Life" in July when we attended this special day.
This charity is based in Leeds in Yorkshire in the north of England where they have a farm where all their work is based, below is a summary of who they are and what they do.)

TO MAKE A REAL DIFFERENCE... FOR LIFE
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Caring For Life is a Christian charity seeking to "Share the Love of Jesus" with at-risk and hurting people, including those who are homeless.
Through providing long-term support, homes, and friendship, they gradually help people to move on from past heartache and hardship towards a happier future.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lord, I Love You

2 Corinthians 12:9 – My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.




Lord, I’ve been so weak
So very weak
I’ve needed to feel your peace
Your tender, wonderous peace

Lord, I’ve been so wrong
So very wrong
I’ve needed to feel your grace
Your everlasting, joyous grace

Lord, I’ve been so down
So very down
I’ve needed to feel your encouragement
Your serenity, hope and encouragement

Lord, I’ve been so lost
So very lost
I’ve needed to feel you restoring me
Your sweet kindness and restoration

Lord, I’ve been so alone
So very alone
I’ve needed to feel your friendship
Your wise counsel and friendship

Lord, I’ve been so worried
So very worried
I’ve needed to feel your comfort
Your assurance and warming comfort

Lord, I’ve been so afraid
So very afraid
I’ve needed to feel your faith
Your supporting, genuine faith

Lord, I’ve been so broken down
So very broken down
I’ve needed to feel your victory
Your triumphant call of victory

Lord, I’ve been your child
So in need of your hand
To lead me through this land
Toward the mercy that abounds

Lord, I can’t thank you enough
For the many blessings you’ve provided
Your love is beyond what I deserve
It’s my everlasting promised home

Lord, Thank you so very much
Thank you for all you’ve been and done
For coming into this world, dying
And rising to become… My sweet Savior

Lord, I love you!

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