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Fiona and her pup Scar decided to go on an adventure
They hit the Pacific Highway at four in the morning on Tuesday
There is nothing like the open road! Fiona sang to Scar.
Scar was happy, there were doggie treats in his sidecar.
Many people honked and waved as they journeyed.
They ran out of ocean soon enough, but saw other things.
Dusty dirty tumbleweeds blew into them in Wyoming.
No worries, Fiona told Scar. Things will get better.
Scar was not worried. He had a new t-bone now.
Thanks to the generosity of the cook at the truck stop.
“We are on the road to somewhere!” Fiona sang.
They were steering through Nebraska now.
It was the tornado season, so they might have to lie in a ditch.
Scar did not care. He has his bone, and he had his memories.
He loved traveling “the road to somewhere”.
It was his favorite thing to do in the summer time.
Dear money, I never called you evil.
I watched others curse your name
as though you were a serpent in their garden,
whispering ruin into honest ears.
But I saw you differently.
I saw them - bills paid on time,
With groceries steadying our routines,
rent settled before the landlord’s knock.
I foresee dignity in our every step,
With possibilities standing ahead in our way,
A fragrant of hope unfolding quietly,
fulfilled by a settled wallet.
So I write with clarity my strict terms,
Be stripped off every greedy strand …
And never be as a god so I would worship,
but to welcome you with understanding.
Come to me, come - my dear friend -
Sit at my table without storming or boasting,
To become a virtuous tool in my hands,
Not slippery, nor with chain on my neck.
When you come be like rain in a dry season,
To linger, and let laughter fill empty rooms.
Come in measures that will not dwindle
at the sight of every waiting bill.
Then, this is why they called you evil:
You awaken something sharper than desire.
When abundance has driven out lacking,
When the cup once dry begins to overflow.
Oblivion creeps in, letting pride within,
I dare this: to restrain you even in plenty,
To taper your presence with generosity,
And guide you toward virtues - nothing more.
O’ moolah, I never named you evil -
It’s only that you reveal what’s already hidden in man.
But come, if you must, and grow if you will;
I seek your presence, not your throne.
Rights Reserved
"A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else." ~~ John Burroughs ~~
To Blame another, I avoid truths about myself.
So, should I leave my accusations on the shelf?
Do my hurt feelings, I just allow to smother?
I avoid truths about myself, to blame another.
One must rise above the waves of ire,
And rekindle within a righteous fire.
It’s a rule of generosity and fairness applies.
Above the waves of ire, one must rise,
Many whispers of guilt, they fill the air,
There’s no solace found in a world so unfair.
Much trust and faith there must be rebuilt.
They fill the air, many whispers of guilt.
In shadows dark where fingers point with blame.
Each innocent victim has a reputation to reclaim.
It’s on the road to forgiveness we must embark,
Where fingers point with blame, in shadows dark.
In this phase of blame, as hearts turn cold,
A web of assertions cruel and bold.
So, the accused can suffer unwarranted shame.
As hearts turn cold in this phase of blame.
Where truth and justice are, its hard to find
Echoing through chambers of the mind
Where innuendo can certainly mar
It’s hard to find where truth and justice are.
To break away from this cycle of decree,
In the midst of this tempestuous sea,
Exercise diplomacy and come what may,
From this cycle of decree, to break away.
It’s love that your character will frame.
For blame is but a fleeting hollow game.
Forgiveness will fit you like a glove,
That your character will frame. It’s love.
May 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 27-29
Key Verse – 1 Chronicles 29:11 Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DESERVES TO BE EXALTED
1 Chronicles 27:23 Praise be to God Who deserves
to be exalted as He increases our
Faith that glorifies Him as our Lord
Fervency guided by His leadership-light
Fruitfulness toward generosity of no losses
Favour gripped with guardianship-gird so loving
Faithfulness governing our giving with grace-lessons learned
1Chronicles 28:8 Praise be to the Lord Who
entrusts us divine inheritance; thus, we must:
Seek serenely His comfort
Stay steadfastly in His compassion
Surrender to Him midst consecration
Submit sincerely to His commandments
Show His salvation with care, courage and cheerfulness
1Chronicles 29:11 Praise be to the Saviour for
His greatness, power, glory, victory and majesty:
Enabling us to do His will
Exposing us to His wondrous ways
Endowing us His wisdom-wealth from His Word
Enlightening us to work for Him willingly while worshipping warmly
Embracing us with His worth, welcoming us against worldly weariness. Amen!
May 9, 2024
Oh, the joyous smiles
Christmas time brings.
Anticipation is in the air,
boxes are brimming,
and young hands are eager to
relieve them of their burden.
This is the joy of a child's heart,
which we know will blossom in time
to find the true meaning--
which lies beneath the pretty paper,
--of generosity, caring, and love.
Not only in our own hearts,
but that which is divine.
The real joy comes not from
the trinkets and treats,
baskets and bows,
but from the undeniable warmth and comfort
of being in the presence
of the ones who truly love you,
unconditionally.
These ties,
unlike pretty ribbons on packages
do not fray.
These memories,
unlike the bright colors
of gift wrappings
do not fade.
These bonds,
unlike the glue which binds
the boxes
cannot be torn apart
These are the true gifts of Christmas
that will forever live in our minds and souls
and nourish us and our families throughout the years.
The Man who stuttered When he was young
grew up and mastered The silver tongue
Seduced he was by the world of Men
There he languishes in sin like his kin
Loved I have him and his ability
But separated by truth the things that we be
seeking the virtues the apex of Gods plan
the Kingdom of God how he designed Man
Valued like diamonds treasured like jewels
rejected that character the folly of fools
Developed in persons the facets of Love
Qualities in Men that women dream of
Born without knowledge like sponges our minds
the innocent unwary of intentions designs
forsaken learning in philosophy trust
Like worldly leaders live in greed and lust
Do you love mercy forgiveness what's just
patience and kindness generosity a must
those who love peace and truth do pursue
to implement in your life you must do
Put on the clothing which is loves design
seek what is purity and your person refine
don't follow after where the world would lead
it promotes destruction violence is it's seed
I seek the man who seeks mastery in Life
has put away error has put away strife
a seeker of Truth still willing to learn
all of Gods ways with his heart does yearn ..
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Happy Mother Day
Mother you are my angel
You brought me from the wreckage
And showed me how to love
You told me everything has a reason
I should believe.
Mother your words
Brought me comfort
And from my heart I write
Mother you are the best
You passed every test.
You are my inspiration
The reason I am who, I am
On this special day
I write these verses with love.
Hoping that every word expresses my true love
Mother thank you for your prayers
That kept me safe at night
Thank you for your love
That made me strong.
Thank you for the kindness
That showed me forgiveness
Thank you for generosity
That made me compassionate.
Thank you for giving me a reason
To carry on.
Kindness is a deed no one forgets that easily...
it's given to measure one's selfless love against
another without compassion, regard and mercy;
and however small it may seem, it's a big gift!
Receive that gift with a sincere smile and merry feeling
by thanking that one when you were drenched in misery
and reflected on the ugliness of greed against generosity:
who was ready and willing to give something for nothing?
Deprivation causes anger, need and unhappiness,
not having full plates on tables and smell their flavors...
in blessed homes there's always warmth and serenity;
don't measure their abundance with grim looks of envy!
Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been a resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a guest when I'm seen,
And people treat me like gold.
I'm a man of trade, made valuable by trust.
I can be a fool for stringency
or a tool for generosity.
Use this time for introspection.
I'll reveal your motive of kindness or lust.
Your use of me is your reflection.
I am wanted everywhere I effect,
a hot topic on Wall Street,
known by strangers before our first meet.
Dollar is my alternate name.
Make sure you treat me with respect
for I can bring you honor or shame.
Written 4-20-18
Oh, woman goddess of the darkness of Night
Please grant my wishes made this twilight
I need this toad turned into a mushroom king
Wearing a crown, scepter and ruby ring.
Your ethereal presence has given me enhanced hope.
I feel that you are on my side, as much as an antelope.
Who happens to be my power animal; I'm sure you knew that.
I need a tiny bit of spiritual enlightenment in the form of a bat.
And, my dear goddess woman, if you could please
Braid these strands of vines with strands of cheese
I will do my best to honor you and your family
I appreciate your help, you are enhancing me.
I do not want to bother you, but I need a few other things
Some charms that are enchanted, and a parrot who can sing
If it is not too much trouble, my beloved lady dear,
I could also use a magical portal to open my cabin near.
Oh, woman goddess, one last request I must humbly make.
I want to be empathetic to the rodents and this snake
If you could but turn him into a wand for my other spell,
I would be glad to share your generosity is stories that I tell.