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I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. l have lean1ed the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
(Philippians 4:12-13)
Content in all things prayer
I want to pray in sadness when my heart is in tears.
I want to pray in
Happiness when everything seems clear. I want 1ny humor along with
My laughter to overcome my sadness and sorrow when blackness
Surrounds. Wake to the morning light with a will for living, and a
Reason to place my feet upon the ground. I trust for the ones I loved
And lost that there is a better life after death. That we will be reunited
In a heavenly realm, and while I am on earth I hope to finish what is
Left. Requesting the Lord to be at my helm. I want to be spirit-filled
When physically empty. Giving myself a chance to bring comfort to my
Own reality. I want to have acceptance in my imperfection. I hope to
Take a stance to guide people with direction. I hope to be honest when
Everybody accepts deception. I hope I can make a promise to find self-
Esteem in my reflection. Blessed to find wisdom in being the hero and
The fool. Blessed to find freedom in knowing living is
More than just pursuing riches and jewels. Take the good with the bad,
Learn from each one, and add, to grow from each one.
In sun and rain,
Calm and storm, loss and gain, bliss and mourn, with and without,
Abundance and poverty, confidence and doubt, Insignificance
And in Sovereignty. Do my best to endure what life brings, and try to
Find balance. Look within myself to find God and
.mner peace m. a
World that is not always content.
Today is the day of a big fall festival, about twenty miles from here. I have been juried in, and have purchased all the equipment, set up a white tent, and put out my paintings, a few hours ahead, and stayed around for days of waiting. It took a lot of energy, and time, and I did not enjoy it, which is why I only did it twice. Two different shows, both the same year, about four years ago. I sold about eighty-five paintings, and they did not come anywhere near covering the cost of the tent, display pieces, and they did not give me back one ounce of time that I lost. I considered almost every second of tent time “lost time”, unless someone loved my work, which happened only three times in five days of waiting.
This art gig is therapy for me, pure and simple. The best part is, that it keeps me out of stores, buying new stuff – a bunch of junk I get tired of in two or three days, shiny things that will be dumped into a bonfire when I do not use them any longer. I lie. The best part of painting is the pleasure that it gives me. It is the most relaxing hobby I have ever gifted myself. I have mediated, and painting is like that only better, because I get to add color and glitter, and I love seeing my creativity unfold in surprising ways. Since I already own a couple of hundred canvases and the paints, and I just ordered a hundred and fifty new brushes, I might as well do this cheap hobby that I love, right?
I am not tempted to go to the fall festival. I feel the vendor’s pain, but I always try to buy something from each one, so I will not hurt their feelings, and if I keep it up, I will be working until I am ninety.
My Dearest Nancy,
Real friends are hard to find
In a place where most are colorblind
A place where we can make such a mess
And carry the weight of the world upon our chest
Real friends are treasure… much more then gold
For they know your secrets without being told.
They hold your hand with life’s demands
And lift you up when you cannot stand.
A real friend is what I found in you
God gave me a gift that continually grew
Into a bond that distance and time could never have shaken
And now I can’t seem to understand why you had to be taken.
That distance is somewhere I can’t go
I can’t call heaven and let you know
I can’t drive to the stars
And share my scars
And I canted text the moon
And tell you I’ll be there soon
that is what brings me sorrow I can’t erase
even in this moment
I can close my eyes and see your beautiful face
I can hear your voice echoing in the breeze
But there is still a piece of my heart that’s missing
And it brings me to my knees.
The thing about fingerprints is that they are all uniquely rare
Not one the same, not one can compare
There could never be another you
Your mark is on everyone you ever new
I honor you today not because you were perfect
But because you were sincere
a thousand drops of love fall from each one of my tears
Iv seen you at your worst and you have seen me at mine
And one day I’ll see you in forever with that glorious, angelic shine
I hope that God tells you how loved and missed you will be
I rest ensure that you are in the arms of Jesus…with wings…your finally free…
Love always and forever
Sabina Nicole AKA BEAN
10-11-2019
The anticipation mounts,
Marty Robbins in the air.
No cement, no asphalt,
there's only dirt, it's everywhere.
The trucks are pulling in,
their trailers tucked in tight.
They come ready to race,
it's gonna be exciting tonight.
Every driver at the wheel,
is here to state his case.
The win is all that counts,
no one cheers second place.
The flagman at his altar,
his flags run the show.
You don't like what he says,
in the pits, you'll go.
The fans know the drivers.
They are who they come to see.
Bob, Fletcher, James, Bud,
Charlie, Billy, Leon, and Curley.
The announcer starts his spiel,
It's finally getting close.
Can hear the engines running,
noise to some, but poetry to most.
Cars in parade on the backstretch,
the green flag in Weyman's hand.
The engines roar to life,
dirt is flying, every fan stands.
The winner takes his victory lap.
Checkered flag waves from his car.
It's what every racer lives for,
this driver is this weeks star.
The other racers leave their mounts,
from each one can be heard.
Next time, will get them next week,
always says, second and third.
But wait, there is no next week,
there's nothing on this ground.
The track has suddenly closed,
race cars nowhere to be found.
The announcer's mic is dead,
The flags no longer wave.
The stands bare, the pits empty.
Marty Robbins no longer plays.
Standing on this sacred backstretch,
many, many years ahead.
It's eerily quiet and still outside,
But ...... not in my head.
FINDING GOD
My hungry heart and thirsty soul yearns for refill...
Darkness and light roll then turn me up and down.
Laughter and cries conjure caress my being in shrill.
Gaping aghast to running rush caused a run-down!
Yet, You my God comforted me 'neath water tides try.
In trials and confusion, Your Sovereign a rock still.
To shaky hope and weakness, Your grace empowers my will.
The wilderness brings forth spring when I found yea...
Hearing the sweetness of your voice in silence
unfolds truth - healing wells of pains and woes...
Heaven's breath by blossoms smell brought no shyness
of searching... finding... knowing You more and more...
Stars and moon shine along with my life's lamp shall bow
in praise and worship, the deepest reverence I can offer.
Thanking you until my life is done, my forever vow.
As finding You, my God within labyrinths sets order...
(c)Olive Eloisa
4:11am
August 10. 2013
FIRST PLACE, GLORY
TO GOD!!!
CONTEST: FINDING GOD
SPONSOR: Gale Angel
Doyle
Inspired by Biblical Verses:
*Acts 17:27: That they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us,
**Matthew 7:8 = For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.
***Jeremiah 33:3 - call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and
hidden things that you have not known.
It
Was
A goal
Just to be
Comfortable?
Yes, comfortable!
It is really a reward
That comes with time.
Not just the passage of time
But time shared, spent with love
And respect for each other, so that
We reach a stage where no words are
Needed. Not discarded, just not needed.
What is required for us to ‘speak’? Glance
Alone is sufficient for both eyes to fleetingly
‘Meet’ and when they do, the result’s a soft smile
From each one to the other. And that in itself, is all
That is required; communicating our love for the other.
We sit in large chairs and dangle our arms till the fingers
Reach out to each other but do not quite touch. Yet as in the
Michael Angelo Creation, the fingers are close enough to spark
The joy and reassurance that comes from us being so comfortable
With each other. We do not doubt our love, for each there is no other
Person that can come between and within the comfortable zone we have
Created, and nurtured with shared experience, and soft whispering when we
Lie in bed in each others arms and feel so safe because of the other’s embrace.
Trust and love that creates this comfortable state, that so satisfies, takes years
To build. There is no shortened way, no quick route, to a state of mind that Buddha
Has called Nirvana. A sense of perfect peace, free from craving, anger and afflictive
States, will embrace us.Thus if only our eyes do meet we will feel very comfortable.
He sauntered into the room, head held high, exuding might
His gaze swept the room
His aura was palpable
So strong, exuding so much power
Oddly enough, his presence evoked a soothing calm
That is what people feel when they don't feel like they are under your control
Fear is natural, his motto he would say
The feeling to withdraw when things go wrong
The thought that you would be judged
All those things were embedded in a person's core
Fail a thousand times, Lose a million times
Attempt is better than neglect
Right and wrong he knew them all
The ways of the world were crystal clear
His failures had many lessons
But he seemed to learn from each one
A man who could walk the walk
But spoke not much
Yet, his silence spoke volumes to me
I was hopeful
His confidence I began to possess
Chin up, shoulders straight
He said to walk
His patience I learned to obtain
Impulse actions I controlled
His resilience I understood
Fear gave away to determination
I worked all day and prayed
Wisdom weighed upon him
The struggle he faced is the reflection of his present
I aimed to match it
I strived for excellence
If my mentor was that perfect
Surely I would become second best
The seed I sowed all day would grow and flourish well
The joy I had when it did made my heart swell
Hard work comes with a test
Failing never appealed to me
DIFFERENT AND THE SAME
There was a petit young twin,
Who believed she could not win.
People would like to compare;
Most viewed her as part of a pair.
She had a couple of freckles on her face;
The sister had none any place.
Being compared and this twin a fretter;
Both were upset when she did better.
Wanting to do her best,
She rarely could rest.
Things tended to be of equal share;
If one had more, was it okay… or unfair?
One afternoon they went out to shop,
The sister liked a blouse with lace on top.
It turned out, no two blouses matched.
The twin preferred one--no lace attached.
The two were quite surprised;
A difference of tastes surmised.
An outpour of questions from each one came;
Both twins seemed to enjoy this new game.
Some answers were different and some alike…
Both wished for the same bike.
One liked to jump rope and run;
The other picked board games as fun.
One liked a winter snow storm;
The other loved it sunny and warm.
Then, the girls quietly walked along,
Humming the tune of a favorite song.
A separate identity, is what this twin uniquely searched for---
As a teen, she became less interested in what her sister wore.
When they were adults the two moved away;
One went to Chicago-- the other flew to L.A.
We’re All Broken People
We’re all broken people;
Each soul has a void inside
To fill that void is God’s mystery,
From each one He does hide.
We try to fill the emptiness
With many material things.
Alcohol, drugs, sex or wealth,
But no solace these things bring.
To heal broken minds and bodies
Is only something God can do.
His love is complete for us—
Each broken soul made new!
Broken people are hurting
In every nation of the world;
They need the Savior’s love;
In his precious arms to be curled.
The world cannot free us
From this brokenness of soul.
Riches let us down and don’t fill us;
Fail to make us feel whole.
We need the love of the Father
To mend our broken souls;
To serve others lovingly
In our earthly, daily roles.
We’re all broken people—
Addictions keep many bound.
Some take their own lives,
When the Savior’s love’s not found.
Broken people need God’s healing;
Need to be set free…
Free from the bondage of evil—
Freedom’s for every one of you and me!
Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
TIME PASSES. . .
with it the faces of those we knew who are no longer with us.
LOVE AND LIFE. . .
Parents, Grandparents, Brothers, Sisters, Uncles, Aunts, Husbands, Wives,
Children, and Friends who helped shape to our lives.
SOMBER SORROW. . .
as we try now to remember them and the Spirit of Life each one had within.
HAPPY HEARTACHE. . .
the little smile which forms on our face as we think of something they did to
make us laugh at ourselves.
MEMORIES SAVED. . .
those rich treasures we keep within from each one, as we see their faces, hear
their voices, and remember them once more.
AWAKE NOW. . .
our eyes open to the life giving memories we now make with those who
remain, saving the moment, the look, the sound for another time.
TIME PASSES. . .
when all the cherished moments will be brought together on the day of
reunion promised by our Lord. The day of never ending reunion with Him.