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Few words I pen, for today is your day,
A celebration of you, in every way.
Thrilled and happy, my heart does sing,
For your life has been a blessing in everything.
A father you are, steadfast and true,
A husband so loving, through and through.
A godly man, with wisdom to share,
A parent so devoted, beyond compare.
I remember your teachings, I follow them still,
Your words, like treasures, my heart they fill.
I love mothers, they have their own grace,
But today, dear father, you take the place.
Often mothers get the credit, it’s true,
But today I honor and celebrate you.
The care in your eyes, though not your child,
Touched my soul and made me smile.
Forever honored, forever blessed,
For the love you’ve shown, above all the rest.
Happy Father’s Day, with all my heart,
From your loving child, never apart.
We who can appreciate the rose in its many splendored forms,
And can stand mesmerized by it's grace, its beauty and it's singular charm,
We who can't breathe in enough of its intoxicating scent,
And are inspired to provide it a home forever in our hearts and in our minds.
We who have immortalized it in song, in speech and in the words of our poets.
And given it star billing when romance is in the air.
Why then do some still leave it to be strangled slowly but surely by the
Ever grasping, ever tightening grip of those malicious creepers in our gardens,
That at first burrow and then like something out of a horror movie,
Rise ever so slowly til they find a beautiful rose to mercilessly crush an
Effort to gain the sunlight above.
How can those who purports a love affair with this flower beyond compare,
Stay the use of their own loving hands (that have held other roses of equal Beauty and laid them at at the feet of their own one true love),
In setting a single rose free from it's torment,
So it can bestow Love's rapture on another when again it chooses to bloom.
While driving down a Texas road
I marvel at the fields of blue,
prescribed by springtime’s color code.
The flowers always bloom on cue,
as prompted by the April rain,
and nature’s life begins anew.
These rolling hills are once again
bright blue as far as eyes can see
alive with color quite insane.
It makes me ponder, such degree
of beauty that is known to man;
it’s heaven’s gift to you and me.
I treasure this the best I can,
and with the world I’d like to share
what I have seen since time began.
The height of spring, a sight so fair,
the Texas Bluebonnets beyond compare.
Something Special
By Curtis Johnson
We all have seen it, heard it, or felt it, whether it was stationary or mobile.
I once read that the greatest sound we ever hear is the calling of our name.
I’m not sure about that, but without a doubt, I am certain about this one thing.
I had a sister who met an early demise; and she called my name like no other.
There was a certain sound and tone in her voice that arrested and captured me every time.
Perhaps she saw something special in me, but in reality, “the special” flowed from her.
Whatever she gained from me cannot compare with this deep and abiding memory of her.
When she uttered my name, the big three of love, respect, and admiration embraced me.
After Jesus' resurrection, Mary thought that Jesus was a gardener. She recognized him only when he called her by her name, "Mary".
The magic you experience may be totally different from Mary's or mine. What's important is that your "special" is uniquely designed for you.
This magic is unlike hidden materials of gold, silver, or precious stones, that are dug out, hunted for, or explored. It, like you, is an abiding treasure.
03082016 cj John. 20:11-16 PS
Why must we have a down day now and then
Are there new rules I'm not aware of
Basically I'm upbeat as I'm sure you all know
But today came crashing down with a thud
Sure we're all bitten by the sad bug at times
It's a big part of this thing we call life
It provides a balance, allowing us to compare
Too much of either, we pay the price
When we finally get it, how this thing works
Gives a feeling of contentment and ease
Opening up our minds with waves of compassion
Instead of constant conflicts across seas
To my way of thinking, it isn't rocket science
Why must there always be conflicts
Probably written on a huge tablet somewhere
Must be forced to follow some new edict
Countries of the world must sign a proclamation
To curb all incursions and aggression
Word “freedom” must prevail throughout the world
We must strive to eliminate oppression
For centuries the world has been fighting battles
It is totally incomprehensible to me
Intelligent, peace loving peoples have been trying
For centuries and we still can't agree
When I'm dead and gone, hope a time in the future
Peace will finally be achieved
Now if I was a betting man, I'd most likely lose
Who really knows, wonders never cease
© Jack Ellison 2015
Each breath becomes
A measured time
We touch
Beyond the creak
Of infinity’s closing door.
A beautiful mountain
Words could never climb.
The peace within
A sleeping child’s breath
Becomes once more.
Stronger than silence,
Brighter than God
Whose permanent road
We’ve chosen trod.
World and back imagined
Do we travel;
Soft whisperings, no moment
Could unravel.
Being, been, then gone again;
Back and through The now and when.
Suitcase dreams with busted seams.
Pebbles lost to gravel.
We could not give more thanks,
Than give our lives.
All for one lone gift,
To love like this.
Alive to breathe a fragrance
Borne of God.
Children from the living rock
To stone
Light for air,
With no compare
The sweet connecting love
Of subtle glue
Secreted from
The hearts of those who care
Then slow applied to living souls
Like me and you.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
I’m the moth to your flame, I can’t stay away
Whenever you’re not here, the world turns gray
I’m hopelessly devoted and now it’s time to pray
Your smile radiates like a diamond in the sun
Your gaze makes me feel like I’ve already won
You shot through my heart with an unloaded gun
You’ve got me on my knees like an old sinning nun
If heaven was a place, I’d be there with you
My halo may be crooked but my heart is true
I’m tragically tethered to the thought of us two
You’re my favorite confession, my sweetest taboo
I feel like a ghost that’s lost in your garden
Yet I’m haunted by you so grant me a pardon
Just promise me that when the sun goes down
You’ll still catch me before I hit the ground..
Oh Lord, God of Israel,
Thou art also my God.
Thou hast created the heavens and the earth,
And all things therein.
There is nothing in Heaven, or above, or below,
That can compare with Thee.
Thou hast been my companion, when I had no companion.
Thou hast been my protector, when I was beset by my enemies.
Thou hast given me sustenance, when I was in need.
Thou hast healed all my ills and sufferings,
Forgiven me my transgressions,
And called me, Friend.
Thou hast paid the price that bought me out of slavery,
And certain death, and called me, Thy Child.
Truly, Thou art the need that all hearts cry out for.
I love Thee, but most important, Thou hast loved me,
Beyond all measure, when no one loved me.
Keep me My Lord, forever unto Thy Self,
And make me pleasing in Thine eyes.
As clear skies fade from blue to gray
The joy of life’s past sails to yesterday
Yet I find myself.....
Living in the glory of the storm
Because the love you gave
….brought with it such joy and sorrow
Just like you..
Passion was here today and gone tomorrow
But I was so alive…..
living in the thrill of it all
It was like standing in the path of a hurricane
The chaos you brought drove me insane
Never knowing what to expect from you next
Standing in the eye or at the apex
Nothing can compare with the life I lived
Standing in the glory of the storm
The winds blew strong with rain and hail
If you were coming or going I could never tell
I was too busy living in the moment…..
and grateful for every thrill
You came crashing through with your waves and tides
With wide eyed terror I felt so alive
And all the while….
Bracing myself for the damage you’d leave behind
But oh how I loved……
Yes I loved ….
living in the glory of the storm
I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.
Well,
actually I don't need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.
Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected with and through
co-attached interdependent values
of a cooperatively vulnerable democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.
For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
Made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left minded with Right hearted golden integrity,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.
Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
moldy moral bankruptcy,
spiritless
nature-less
soul-less
nihilistic
climate pathology denialistic.