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I have something good to say.
It happens to me everyday.
God talks to me.
Whenever things in my life go wrong.
I go somewhere to be alone.
So, God can talk to me.
In life there are times when I fear.
I stand still so I can hear.
God talk to me.
As I begin a brand new day.
I want his guidance so I say.
God talk to me.
When bills are high and money low.
Alone with Him is where I go
Because, I need God to talk to me.
When my wife and I are mad.
Times like that are truly sad.
I ask God to talk to me.
Back when my life went off the track.
I was having frequent panic attacks.
God talked to me.
Once I was laying in a hospital bed.
Wondering if I'd end up dead.
I was comforted because God talked to me.
Sometimes other voices can be heard.
I verify who it is by reading God's word.
Because God confirms his talks to me.
At times there are images that I see.
They seem to answer certain questions for me.
That is just God talking to me.
When I do or say things wrong.
Or go places I do not belong.
God will talk to me.
When all things in my life is right.
That's when I push God out of sight.
I guess that's why Jesus compares us to sheep!
It was 45 degrees in the mountains this morning…I did a temperature check
but I wouldn’t let that stop me from having my breakfast on the deck.
For a chance to eat outdoors….a little cold weather I wouldn’t let my resolve dent
so I bundled up…grabbed my piping hot bowl of oatmeal and out the door I went.
And there I sat watching and listening as the morning came alive…for it didn’t take too long…
before the birds began to gather and sing their morning songs.
Soon the leaves began to softly sway…back and forth among the trees…
laughing at a joke, perhaps, whispered by the breeze.
With the blue sky of the morning acting as it’s canvas…it’s backdrop…
the sun began it leisurely journey across the mountain tops.
It was such a wonderful feeling…so many sights and sounds to savor…to behold…
That it didn’t matter at all to me…my oatmeal was getting cold.
In fact in the cold of the mountain morning…I felt I was the lucky one…
because even cold oatmeal tastes better
when you share it with the birds,
the breeze…
the sun.
Food fight she yelled
And there was pandemonium in the restaurant
I stared at her for a couple of seconds
Then I flung my spaghetti at the people at the next table
We jumped up and ran out, laughing
We heard the restaurant clapping as we left
It was our first meal together, but not our last
Six months later we decided to have another go at a meal
In a fancy restaurant.
We chose a different place.
We had a pretty expensive meal and I said let’s do it.
She had gotten a responsible job, and people knew her now.
She refused to play.
it was our last meal together
Because she was no longer fun.
It is a wonderful program! It is a stupendous, super terrific, excellent program!
And you get to be your school’s coordinator.
Hooray! Wow! What an honor! Yes! I was thrilled for a red minute.
I talked sixteen teachers into being trained as mentors.
I signed up forty-eight children.
I have uploaded all the data into a computer, that only took me four hours of my own time
Our entire school system’s grand kick-off is tonight for the mentors to meet the mentees and their families.
As I got to enter all of the children’s interests, and several of them checked all two hundred boxes.
I am not the matcher. I had begged to be the matcher, because I know the mentors and mentees.
The matching though, has to come from headquarters, from a computer.
A data-entry-guru named Shirley has to do the matching; a woman who does not know any of the players. This is the system, and it is in place, and it has apparently worked in the past.
Shirley was so upbeat and positive and loving and loud and happy at first.
As the school coordinator, my job was to invite all the children who have been matched
By upbeat, positive, loving, loud, happy Shirley.
Out of the forty-eight potential matches, in spite of three phone calls to her, she has matched 2 children.
Remember, the part where I am only allowed to invite the children who have been matched?
Only two have been matched.
Neither mentor can make it, and the big wow kick-off party is tonight.
I am supposed to bring eight people to my table. She said she had faith in me.
Who? I asked not- as-upbeat-positive-loving- loud Shirley as yesterday, because I have no idea who.
Invite the other children who need mentors she told me. I promise I will match them by next week.
She had already promised me she would match some by this Tuesday, and that did not happen.
We are having a kick off meeting this afternoon, and a kick off dinner tonight.
I will be sitting at a table for eight, alone.
Natural consequences.
Taking no blame for this myself,
I will happily sit and write poetry.
Jeremiah's Complaint
Why should we complain
When we encounter trials and tribulations?
Just remember, our Lord’s love is great,
And He will not consume us.
Instead, let us be patient.
Let us examine our ways and test them.
For we have gone astray;
Let us call on His name and be saved.
Jerusalem has fallen; they have destroyed David’s tent.
Slaves rule over us; we have to buy water to drink.
It’s perish or repent;
Confess and profess His name, “Jesus Christ is Lord.”
And because He remains forever,
We will not be forsaken.
His compassion never fails;
It is new every morning,
Filled with His faithfulness,
And I say, “The Lord is my portion;
Therefore, I will wait for Him.”
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Reference:
Book of Lamentations (Old Testament)
This isn't happening
Why would it happen
Today of all days
I want to pound the dash
Pound the table
Break something
It couldn't have happened
How can I do better
I feel like I can't and I won't
I would do anything so I don't have to
So I don't have to worry about doing better
Because to do better would be a disservice
A disservice to memory
I can't do better
I need to cry
But to cry is to fail and shout
"I CANNOT MOVE ON
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW"
it would admit
That it happened
And it hurt
But it did happen
And it does hurt
It will always hurt
But I can live
I can move on
Meanwhile, Mrs. Pappadopoulos
has circled back and plops down
on Fred's front porch, all tuckered out
So Fred cheerfully pulls up a chair
and together they sit and stare
openly ogling, gawking, gaping
because, as everyone knows-
it's not considered staring
if you're in a group of more than one
Miss Luby doesn't care about this rule
as she is inside, and thus it doesn't apply
she perches in a strategically placed
armchair, cat on lap, and munches
popcorn like she is at a movie
relishing the mystery of new neighbors
as well as the passing parade
“Welcome to the neighborhood!”
old Mr. Nicholson says
sidling across the lawn
toward the unsuspecting couple
unlike the other neighbors
who manage to maintain some sense
of pretense, the incorrigibly nosy
Mr. Nicholson comes right out
and interrogates the new neighbors
asking all the terribly inappropriate questions
everyone wants to know
but would never dare to ask
And as the new neighbors
stammer and stutter
taken aback, bewildered, bumfuzzled
by this brazen barrage
of curious queries
little fish-eyes blink behind
the little round spectacles
on his curiously boyish face
matter-of-fact, he is
utterly unfazed and unaware
of the discomfort he is creating
eventually, quota filled
he hobbles home
to share the wealth
As night begins to fall
the new neighbors finally finish unloading
and head back toward the house
In a last ditch effort at a closer look
Jake, the middle-aged man from next door
brings over his heartfelt housewarming gift
rich display of bachelor hospitality-
half a lukewarm pizza
in a greasy box
and a liter of cola
It happened in May, 1948
Israel declared itself a new-old state
In hours it came under fierce attack
From Egypt, Jordan, Syria and Iraq
The four Arab states told their kin in Israel
Leave your homes, come to us. Here's the deal:
In three weeks or less, we'll push the Jews into the Sea
Then you'll return to your homes in triumphant victory
But little Israel turned the Arab attackers away
So what did Egypt and Jordan do within days?
They fenced their 'Arab brothers' in squalid refugee camps
Then blamed Israel(!) for causing them their murderous plans to 'revamp'
This is what happened. Read about it in the media of that day
If so, why do so many people support the PA?* --
Because the Arabs have lied about the refugees for so many years
That the truth has become sullied and is no longer clear
History will show that Israel is not to blame
The onus is on the Arabs, along with the shame
______________________________________________________
The PA are the Palestinian Arabs. Alternatively PA is the Palestinian
Authority, the self-governing entity of President Mahmoud Abbas in
the Gaza Strip.
Her love lines flew, just like a jet, into the distance,
Straight from the back of my mind,
And they took every colour I’d ever thought of,
Leaving me here resigned,
To thoughts of black, thoughts of white,
Thoughts of … Day by day,
Thoughts of … It doesn’t really matter anymore,
Doesn’t matter what I do or say,
Because now she’s gone, her love just went,
She left me standing alone,
It doesn’t matter what I thought our love had become,
Doesn’t matter what I thought I’d grown.
Her lines of every shade of blue, they flew,
Leaving me in a dark crazed insane,
Leaving me here to create a new shade of me,
To learn how to love once again.
From the moment you entered
The room grew heavy
Like a thick dark cloud
Promising rain
Our eyes met
I turned away
You sought audience
I gave you my tears
Certain, you had played me
Like Pa on his country fiddle
...but, I, I saw you the first time
You came through the door
Jesus, Himself, had guided
I declared my devotion
Though you made no motion
Toward the weird, gangly girl
I knew you were mine
Declaring the TRUTH
As though it mattered to others
I would have my family
With Red flags flying in the wind
...I.....saw.....the first time
You hired me on the day
We met, in your office of glory
I decided THIS is my pattern
I can trust in the operation
Yes, yes, He sends, I follow
The evidence is instant
No care or concern
Need be considered
For the path emerging
Before me, like lush grass
....I.....can.....see
We cooked together
In harmony and trust
Such a deep bond
Running through our hearts
Til the blood flowing
Began to break the plaque
And the push to breathe
Became evident in the moment
And you declared
Stop being YOU!!!
.....oh....I see
The diminishing happened
In stages where I needed
Trust to rise up
And declare Himself
As Savior, Keeper of the Keys
Guard, Deliverer, Comforter
Guide...but no...just alone
Because my essence has power
A power you longed to own
So you gutted me, but left the bones
But, you see, I saw YOU the first time
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-05-2026