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With ink and mind, a future bright,
In education's noble fight.
For every child, a chance to soar,
Equity's flame, forevermore.
The curriculum, a vibrant stream,
With skills for life, a modern dream.
Assessment's lens, a wider view,
Beyond the test, a world anew.
From home to school, a hand to hold,
Engage the young, their stories told.
Empowering teachers, hearts ablaze,
With knowledge shared, in countless ways.
Early seeds of literacy sown,
A love of reading, fully grown.
Mentorship's bridge, a helping hand,
Connecting minds across the land.
After the bell, the learning thrives,
With extra help where knowledge strives.
Reading's joy, a treasure sought,
In cozy corners, battles are fought.
Bridging the gap, a digital quest,
For all to learn, and put it to the test.
Data's compass, a guiding light,
To shape the future, ever bright.
Together strong, hand in hand,
With partners joined across the land.
The public voice, a chorus raised,
For education's cause, forever praised.
Let minds ignite, let voices ring,
In Literacy's Land, the children sing.
there are so many trips that we take everyday
they are not always pretty, but forever is etched in our foundation
each night in bed, we smile and the hairs on my chin make your bosoms tingle
though i do not say it a lot, i am happy to be here
life for me is easier, and i comprehend things better
it is like you came with a paintbrush and painted improved provisions all over my former liftstyle
now things seem so picturesque and clear, and alas i am a better human being
the world in which i now see is the world where i now make my permanent home
it helps to have your heart and your love to build my strength and give me inspiration to keep springing forward
there are so many trips that we take everyday
every trip with you is paradise revisited....even the more unpretty ones....but again i learn and grow from it all....
"You Can't Handle The Truth,"
is a line from the movie A Few Good Men,
and it has grown in popularity ever since then.
I've heard many others quote that phrase again and again,
who are just as blind to the truth that they are all quoting.
The real truth regarding all of the ills of our society,
is generally way too frightening for the average individual to believe,
and so the truth continues to be ignored by everybody,
as they all just slip back into their world of false comfort complacency.
This world will only change for the better only if all of us do,
whatever is needed to understand and to learn how to handle the truth.
She was all over the map
In feelings, and terror
Of things that could happen
She could not be contained.
The best of us tried.
The screaming
The shrieking
The terror
It was all real
To her.
Her
Madness
Only made
Sense to
Those who
Were
Also consumed
By the same
Type of
Madness.
The demons
Unleashed
Could never
Be calmed
Again.
We
Tried
But we could
Not relate.
None of
Us had
Ever experienced
This insane type
Of Wildness.
It takes a special
Dose of abandonment
And neglect to
Create this level
Of distrust
And
Self-protection.
It takes a special
Child to live
Through this
Kind of
Crazy.
She was
Consumed
With mad,
And none
Of us could
Help her
Because
There
Was no
Way to
Relate.
No reference
Points, as none
Of us had
ever experienced
This kind of
Wild.
She had to
Be given
Paints and
Inks and
Learn to settle
Herself down,
In her own
Way,
In her own
Time, creating
Her own kind of
Wild.
That day is so wonderfully true
it's a time of thanksgiving and praise
for God's anger has been turned away
so to bring comfort scripture says
Confess aloud God is my salvation
having now and to trust and not fear
knowing the Lord forever my anchor
my road to heaven He shall steer
Bow in worship to the Lord God
for the Lord is my strength and song
and more importantly, is my salvation
in Christ alone is who I do belong
Salvation pours out an inner joy
making me cry on the Lord's name
tell of all His wonderful works
among all the people glory is His aim
Learn to sing praises through all the earth
telling of God's glory, for which I long
zion's children shout with a loud voice
the Lord is my strength and my song
(The Lord Is My Strength and My Song)
1 "You will say in that day:
“I will give thanks to you, O Lord,
for though you were angry with me,
your anger turned away,
that you might comfort me.
2 “Behold, God is my salvation;
I will trust, and will not be afraid;
for the Lord God is my strength and my song,
and he has become my salvation.”
3 With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. 4 And you will say in that day:
“Give thanks to the Lord,
call upon his name,
make known his deeds among the peoples,
proclaim that his name is exalted.
5 “Sing praises to the Lord, for he has done gloriously;
let this be made known in all the earth.
6 Shout, and sing for joy, O inhabitant of Zion,
for great in your[e] midst is the Holy One of Israel.”
Isaiah 12: 1-6 (ESV)
“I’m going to give you the same gift,” her grandma told her on her 7th birthday,
“that my grandma gave to me.”
Then she took her to the backyard and pointed to a tree.
“I don’t see a present,” Grandma, “ her granddaughter said somewhat dejectedly,
“Just a big red ribbon wrapped all the way around that tree.”
Grandma chuckled. “That’s exactly what I said when my grandma gave it to me
Yes, for your birthday this year, honey…you present is that tree.”
“It may look just like an old tree to you but all throughout the Spring
she transforms into a music box as the birds within her sing.”
“In the heat of summer her generosity is unmistakably displayed…
She’ll be there to cool you off by offering you her shade.”
“In the Autumn just before the leaves from her depart…
She becomes a thing of beauty…a one-of-a-kind work of art.”
“She loves to sleep throughout the winter…as the snows to her bark clings….
So she’ll be ready once again…when you need her in the Spring.”
“The more time you spend with your tree…oh the wonders you will learn.
You’ll see she gives her gifts to you freely…hoping only for your love in return.”
“And perhaps the greatest gift this tree will give you…one of the marvels of her creation
is every time you play in and around her…she'll stir your imagination.”
“The more comfortable the two of you become…she’ll no longer be just a tree….
She’ll be anything you can imagine…and you…anyone you imagine yourself to be.”
“It is our hope…this tree’s and mine.” she said as she gave her granddaughter a lift…
“That one day you will come to understand…how every tree’s a gift.”
“And perhaps they’ll come a time when your climbing days are through……
you will give your granddaughter the same gift your grandma gave to you.
people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie
smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at
the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him
I must learn to type more quickly before the grimy rapper gets me
in prison no convict would moan if all rooms had a cell phone
scrape the bottom of the barrel and you’ll find the one who emptied it
I can’t have an inferiority complex I’m not man enough
only the good die young heaven must be tedious
If we learn from our mistakes I’m some kind of genius
behind every great man is another with a tongue tan
Above my head, foliage, and feathers clatter
as a hawk tangles with a squirrel.
Above my head, Russian tanks pop their tops
in boggling bubbles.
Just above a bald patch, shaggy clouds squat to piddle.
I am heads above those below,
the silver slick worms hardly notice as I thread through
the less grassy and bare.
Mind-hairs are a real thing, mine wave their thin tentacles
like fishing sea anemones, they snack upon
the overheard overhead; ripple gently
in the whisking winds.
A highbrow gets above itself, stutters as it utters.
I wear the headgear of long dead heroes, they ride
my scalp, baseball bats wave there whacks,
ultra-maga veterans of foreign wars
salute my stiff necked, heads-up pose.
There's a world of wonders down under,
but just above my head, that's where dandruff
ponders its flaky notions,
and all high-flown conundrums learn to fly.
Conversing doves, cooing high above;
in mornings, opening eyes;
ordering their fledglings breakfast.
Doves have no talent for building but,
they’re better parents than most humans.
Vigilant loving care is the art of the dove.
Their eggs will hatch and wings will fly;
do or die nothing will divert a parental dove’s eye;
it stays on solid course.
Doves stay near, enough to hear and see
and three hundred sixty degree views will,
catch a deadly predator’s eye; little doves will survive.
With no corruption, in their realm, t
though weary doves are at the helm;
off young ones will fly.
They mate for life; endure great strife;
for years they will survive.
Playing dumb, is loads of fun, but doves are very wise;
observation tells the tale;
to learn from them, is very nice;
watch close and you will be surprised on
a huge scale.
Most humans realize that the animal kingdom, unlike us, proceeds, reacts, and responds instinctively. It's as if there's a built-in preprogrammed computer device that controls their activities. Also, perhaps unlike us, they are more appreciative toward their creator and respond to him differently than do we. They have a better understanding of the divinity of dependency and the grace of gratitude. We would do well to learn from them.
A lone baby sparrow sat dangerously in the parking lot of a business facility. His parents had left him there for reasons I shall never know, but I suspect it was not their choice because I have observed that the bird family really stick together. Surely you too have been mystified by their beautiful aerial formations.
I was fortunate enough to see the little birdie in time to avoid making him 'one with the pavement'. Moreover, when I think about it, I suspect there was more to it than that.
Instinctively, I believe that little birdie was praying to God for someone like myself to come along and rescue him. He was completely helpless, homeless, and hungry. After parking and rushing from my car, I picked up my new found friend not knowing what to do with him. By then, we both were praying in our hearts.
I looked all around as if I would somehow spot his little family, but it wasn't to be. I had neither food nor water, but I gave him what I think he needed most. His prayer was not for a 'Hand out' but a 'Hand up'. So I gave him a lift. As Forest Gump would say, "And just like that", I flung my little friend to the opened sky, and O how exciting it was to see him flap his wings and fly away.
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