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The sun is blazing in front of me and the moisture is drying out of the sea, the crops are standing strong, but the animals need a helping hand. Come with me to the dry grounds and open the fountain and fill the town. Complacency will not do; you must change your laced up shoe and open the gate before the day is through.
Morning rise up in front of me and the bull is standing in the middle of the sea. The waves are moving around it, and the sharks are pecking at it; the sun has just come out and the bulls are running all about; it’s very hard to tame them so if you come in contact with them, lace up your shoe and run in front of the sun, until you reach the corner post; walk on the corner line and your destiny will be fine, take long strides for your destiny is on the line, open the field and enjoy the heavenly zeal.
Run before the sun and increase the pace before the day us done; run before the sun and capture the energy in your bone and it will ascend you to the throne, increase the velocity and anchor your ship before the sun cross the shore.
I stand on the balance of time trying to get what is mine, the field is wide and the bones are strong and we run with courage by our side. Open the field and run with zeal, run until you are out of breath, run and destiny will do the rest; make no mistake for your life is on the line but wisdom will cover you and show you what to do.
Run before the sun like a bullet escaping from the gun, the engine is rolling and radiator is fuming, use the zigzag turn and nature will make your body sweat, and heaven will do the rest. Run before the sun and open the field and put pressure on the feet. Increase the speed and your feet will seal the deal.
Run!
In the sweet spring air,
We love a long walk.
I fancy he listens
As I blabber and talk.
I playfully sigh
Once we come in the door —
Someone’s muddy paws
Have painted the floor.
In the hot summer air,
We drive to the beach.
He pulls off my flip flop,
And runs out of reach.
As dusk settles in,
He nips at a firefly;
While never successful,
He loves to just try.
In the brisk fall air,
I need time to breathe,
But he begs, “one more time,
Throw my ball to retrieve!”
When I bring out the pumpkin,
He wants his fair share.
I say, “down boy, down!”
But he acts unaware.
In the cold winter air,
Snow lands on his face . . .
Just a second of calm —
Then a squirrel to go chase!
Only back inside does he now shake off,
Melting snow and frost cascading.
I groan but deep down I know:
What makes his personality his own
Are his quirks and irks,
Misdeeds and misleads,
Imperfection but true affection,
That I would, of course, never consider trading.
Unpaved road in deep woods
Those trees like soldiers stood
Draped in color as a golden gown
The fall leaves worn as her crown
Looking ahead the rooad narrows
Glancing back a great horizon
Hard to be traveling here
The darkness engulfs total surround
Only enough light for one step
One step ahead is all can be seen
On Him now totally have to lean
As slowly travel ahead
A bright light turns my head
On both sides and behind
Noises of animals in wood
Stomach rumbles for dinner time
Inching closer the light overpowers
From within a Being comes closer
"Come in my child and a dine for you made it ..It's dinner time"..
Form:
There are distances in geography and distances in time
There are distances between two truths – there is hers and there is mine
We can tell our stories about an event that happened to occur
But the facts inside the tales we tell simply do not concur
Neither one of us means to lie or to come across unfair
We simply had different experiences even though we both were there
So, you decide whom you choose to believe or which side you wish to take
But both of us are wrong and right – of that make no mistake
Because we don’t want the distances of geography or time
To come in between us, a compromise we must find
And thus we close our distances at the end of every day
So no distance between us at night ever gets into the way
"Eeny, meany, miney, moe"
"We all fall down and go boom"
"Oops a daisy" and "Shake a leg"
And my favourite, "Silly baboon"
Heard 'em all a million times over
Oh to go back to those days
Just to experience the fun again
The oh so simple games we played
Not a solitary care in this old world
We'd come in for lunch and dinner
Then off we'd go exploring again
After all, we were just beginners
Experiencing new things every day
Like skipping rocks on the pond
The joys of the world were around us all
It was like waving a magic wand
It's really too bad we have to grow up
Do serious adult like things
I'd much rather travel way back in time
And jump and skip and sing
Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets,
Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs'
Hungry children produce less waste,
Hungry people are more likely to come in out of the cold and join the fold,
Hungry worms make for better soil.
A hunger for friends as children mostly produces smart adults,
A hunger for bread forces more to bake,
A hunger for the truth produces more who are literate,
A hunger for perfection produces great tradespeople,
A hunger for success reduces the number on the benefit,
A hunger for acknowledgement gets more people out of the house,
A hunger for peace means less chance of war,
A hunger for good poems makes poetry soup taste better.
A thirst for knowledge is what sets Humans apart.
I mentioned I am thankful for my house, my friends and how important they are to me…
Today I’d like to add how I’m thankful for my family.
I’m thankful for my parents, my brothers, my children, my grandchildren…my wife…
I’m thankful they have miraculously found their way into my life.
There are some people who mistakenly think the traditional family has been disbanded…but as for me…I like to think…its definition has expanded.
Divorce brought our two families together…and though at times it can be complicated…
when our two families joined…a new family was created.
It’s not the ‘traditional’ family we were brought up thinking of…
but it’s a family, like every family…built on trust and fueled by love.
Consistent…unconditional love…which is not always as easy as it sounds…
but it is what makes the family flourish…what makes the world go round.
If this type of love and caring a family comprises…
then it stands to reason…families…can come in many shapes and sizes.
Parents can be together, divorced, single, young, old…even the same sex too
which means families can be traditional, untraditional, extended and come in different hues.
I think as time marches ever onward…the definition of family will always be changing
never constant in its makeup…but constantly rearranging.
To those of you who think the family is dead and no longer the way your God designed it…What if the family is thriving and your God just redefined it?
I am thankful for my family today…for their love and all the things their love can do…
and I know tomorrow…whatever my family looks like…I’ll be thankful for that too.
Perhaps, one day, we won’t care what a family looks like…
what parents we’re assigned…
which makes me wonder if, all along, that wasn’t part of God’s design.
Why are we all so divided
With strong opinions all decided
Are we really following Jesus in our lives
Or arguing on doctrinal issues
Constantly taking sides
Jesus was a shepherd of people while on earth
Teaching love and that we all have worth
To sinners He reached out in love
Sharing wisdom from His Father above
Love was His focus, not taking sides
Arguing and fighting only divides
It is courageous to stand for what we believe
If done with hate instead of love others will flee
Jesus our Shepherd prayed for all to be one
Seeking sheep to follow Him to learn love
God's will to be done
God asks us Christians to seek more sheep for His fold
To be a light of love
Help sinners come in from a world so cold
None among us is sin without
But God loves and forgives us no doubt
If only we could embrace people like Jesus did
Not just who we think are right, rejecting those we think are wrong
Sharing God's love with people of all religions, every race
rich or poor, weak or strong
Any kingdom divided will be ruined
A house divided against itself is doomed
Why would anyone want to know Jesus unless they could see
A light of love shining through you and me
None of my friends have performed breast surgery on themselves.
Once upon a time, I had a little cyst.
In my left breast.
It was benign.
Two doctors refused to take it out.
GET IT OUT! a voice in my head said.
I got a paring knife and made a little slit.
The cyst popped out. It was ugly and red.
I did not know there is a sac.
You have to get the sac out too apparently.
Two years later another cyst grew inside the sac.
I told the nurse about my self-surgery.
For an hour every nurse in that clinic made an excuse
To come in and take a peek at me.
I guess I am famous there or something.
The doctor said “You’d never do that again, right?”
The nurse said “A paring knife isn’t even sharp!”
I said, “Tell me about it.”
Grouping here to plan retreat,
the redcoat officers smelled defeat:
the boards complained beneath their feet,
on entering Wright's Tavern.
They game was up. They understood.
All that remained was noise and blood,
and limping back as best they could,
the fifteen miles to Boston.
Pungent smoke and powder smells,
irregulars' derisive yells,
and fifteen miles of living hell
now stretching out before them.
The King's Own's torn, depleted line,
drawn up before Wright's tavern sign:
this sight would come back to the mind
in years to come, in England:
But now, the urgency was such
that no-one pondered very much
on Tyrant George's loosened clutch:
plans needed improvising.
Back east the shattered remnants flowed,
along the Cambridge Turnpike Road,
to quit the New World for the Old:
America was rising.