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Inspired by the moving movie: Miracles from Heaven (2016), starring the lovely Jennifer Garner and Martin Henderson. It's based on a true story of sickness and miraculous healing. Remember that anything is possible. God hears our prayers.
The film is based on a memoir by Christy Beam, a Texas mother whose daughter, Annabel, suffered from a rare, incurable digestive disorder. She was miraculously healed after surviving a fall and experiencing a visit to Heaven.
Miracles are everywhere, all the time. God reminds us that He is here.
God works in mysterious ways
By Michelle Morris
08/04/2023
When your child is sick and dying
And your faith has left your heart
Your mind is on overdrive
And your fears are on alert
It's difficult to look forward
To imagine a positive outcome
You feel overwhelmed
And you're brought to your knees
God works in mysterious ways
We so seldom understand His plan
Our stories inspire others
And help humanity along
For we are all small and frail
In this world so unpredictable
We have to hold on to faith
We have to hold on to hope
God will make a way for you
Medicine holds a limited script
The greatest answers we'll ever find
Are in His written book
He'll send you guidance
Messages of hope and faith
Like butterflies and peaceful gardens
That will light up your face
Remember that anything is possible
You aren't broken or too sick
God and His Angels will always be there
To help you through every step
Miracles happen every day
God reminds us that He's near
We are protected and blessed
By Heaven's eternal grace and mercy
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I received a letter…a formal one…in the mail…out of the blue
apprising me of a relative’s death…one I never knew.
Since I’m a distant relation…to me his information was released
He never married, had no children or siblings and his parents are deceased.
And I remember thinking to myself as I read this letter through…
Is it possible that my heart can ache for a man I never knew?
Yes it is…because I was overcome with a feeling about this man I’d never known
and I felt a wave of sadness thinking…he might have died alone.
I began to wonder what his life was like now that his swan song has been sung.
Was he shy or kind or gentle? Was he nervous or high-strung?
Did he have a lot of friends? I hope so. What color were his eyes?
Was he the type of person who could laugh and dance and cry?
Did he like art or music…did he ever scream or shout?
Did he play it safe throughout his life…or take the scenic route?
Did he have someone who believed in him?
Did he own any pets?
When he knew his life was ending…
did he have any regrets?
Did his life have it’s share of joy and laughter
of sorrows sadness and woes?
of course these are some of the many questions whose answers
I will never know.
And it made me think if I had one wish
for this man…and anyone who dies I haven’t known
It would be that their life had been a happy one
and that they did not die alone.
If laughter's the best medicine
I think I've had an overdose
It's coursing through my body
From my head down to my toes
I'm worried about my Ass
They say you can laugh it off
I'm building up pressure
Like a giant Molotov
I am taken to the funny farm
They think I've gone nuts
I started seeing animals
Walking around without butts
How is it possible
It seems like a bad joke
I'm laughing so hard
I start to cough and choke
I guess in the end
I really did overdose
It didn't quite kill me
But it really came close
So control your laughter
Maybe one chuckle's enough
That dang old funny
is powerful stuff
written by: Richard Lamoureux
Smile you're on Candid Camera Contest
Two daughters they had – Happy and Sad.
They had other names, but this is what we neighbors noticed.
And it is what we called them.
Happy was always laughing, smiling, joking, playing.
She was upbeat, positive, excited about life.
She was a terrific guest. We all liked having her around.
Sad got dragged to our houses sometimes by her parents.
She was down in the mouth, and in the mind.
Everything was worst scenario, and she had a bunch of them.
When Sad arrived, the party began to implode.
You have heard of the term wet blanket?
This was more like bringing a crashing meteorite of gloom and doom.
Happy went to college, which means the family stopped going to parties.
We did not see much of them, but this meant seeing less of Sad.
Which was a good thing.
The night before Thanksgiving we were all ready to welcome Happy home.
She was late – several hours. Some of us wandered back home with our signs.
Happy had been killed after her car slid on black ice.
Sad was even more sad now, which I would have not thought possible.
Wisdom of ancient Eastern teachers
and Western mystics
ubiquitously observes
We both are and do our healthy best
while actively reducing attachments
to illusory fearful Futures
of Loser death and dying,
And grow detachment from suffering
of angry Loser pasts.
Which, to this Taoist,
sounds like a long negative Yangish repressive way
Of yin-inviting robust HereNow commitment
passion
love
integrity
to and in and of and for
Earth's DNA positive-regenerative
healthiest possible resilience
Despite ego-depression
ecotherapeutic suppression
EarthTribe repressions
patriarchal conquering oppression
Grace invites resonant commitment,
cooperative ownership
of interdependent intuitive synergy revolutions,
HereNow
NatureSpirit
synaptic memory revelations,
SecularLeft with SacredRight Voiced elevations.
We are and do our healthy best
actively feeding and watering commitments
to spacetime cooperative CoPresence
of Win-nature/spirit-Winner life persistence
through timeless
yet passionate
Earth-desired attachment.
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
watching her sleep soundly as the sun slowly sets
i wish this impromptu trip's feeling would last forever
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
watching the small waves try to decide whether or not to crash
i take in what will, in the future, be a moment all but forgotten
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
hearing her wake up as she stretches and makes just-woke-up faces
i smile and say 'good morning' as she slowly makes her way to the bathroom
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
hearing her slow, lazy footsteps make their way towards me
with a sleepyhead kiss, we hold each other watching the sun finish setting
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
sweet december morning for minds to quickly change
without asking, we simultaneously decide to take a quick walk and stay in for the day
in life sometimes, what we get must be treasured in as many possible ways
I’ve gotten so far ahead in this world
By taking the easy way out and slinging drugs.
I don’t take care of my little boy and girl
Because, deep down inside, I’m just an average thug.
I drive around in a car that’s better than most,
And flash my gang signs to anyone that will look.
I have no morals and, in this life, I just want to coast.
It’s so much easier than real work to be a crook.
I see the humor in living high on the hog,
While the ones that I sell to can barely survive.
I may be no different than a rabid dog,
Killing those that get in my way so that I can thrive.
I see people working so hard to try to get ahead,
But they just get weighed down by the stress of it all.
Any given day, I could become one of the dead,
So, I’d rather live on top than be the one that falls.
Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in prison or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really want a family and a loving wife?
Is it possible to change and take another oath?
Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.
A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed
While my soul left, evaporated to escape
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase
I could not see it reach its goal.
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown
The magic perforated straight into me
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness
Something that did not beg to break free
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace.
I realised it was the answer to my plea,
The weight laden drop was no more
The single tear shed was a call for help
It birthed fairies who availed to it.
(Free Verse)
Always keep God and family foremost in life
Welcome each person you meet, as a possible friend.
Dance away to the music, of our wonderful world,
And sing along to brighten the chores of a new day.
Take time to dream new dreams, each glorious day.
Remember always to say "I Love You" every chance you have,
And remember to forgive anyone who has wronged you in any way.
Love like there's no tomorrow and be loved the same way,
Aim to bring more joy, minus pain, to anyone that you know.
You must always be honest and true to yourself, first.
Always try and try and never for any reason give up,
Remember, that you're just human, and as such, imperfect and flawed.
Spend some of your time, on bended knees giving thanks to the Lord,
And take pride in anything you've achieved in your life...
Remember to smile and take some time out of your busy life,
And smell all the roses you encounter on your way out.
Hug your family and all your friends in the daily basis too.
And take a little time to rest and to dream of only your Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka Ladydp2000
copyright@2001
December,10,2014
Nothing is impossible; the word itself says, ‘I’m possible!(Audrey Hepburn*)
Her words weren’t just clever; they carried a steady flame,
a truth shaped by a woman who earned her gentle fame.
Audrey—not by glamour, nor the shimmer of the screen,
but by the quiet discipline that lived in every scene.
At thirteen, I met her inside a movie theater’s velvet dark~
she was a fair lady, rising with a fierce, determined spark.
She didn’t play a flower girl; she became her on that stage,
each gesture carved with mastery, each breath a turning page.
As Eliza, her voice was not perfection—it was courage finding form,
a testament that transformation can outlast even the toughest storm.
She climbed from flower girl soot to radiance with a strength both soft and true,
and something in her rising said to me, You can rise up, too.
But Audrey’s greatest brilliance wasn’t bound to scripted art;
it lived within her kindness and her fiercely tender heart.
She carried hope to children when the cameras ceased to roll,
proving that her greatest role was the healing of a young soul.
When she said “I’m possible,” it wasn’t just a line;
it echoed with the power of a life lived by design~
a life that taught a girl like me to challenge every wall,
to trust that even fragile dreams can learn to stand tall.
Audrey’s courage shaped my compass; her grace refined my aim.
She taught me that the impossible is just another name
for every path I feared to take, for every dream I hid~
and that becoming possible begins the moment I did.
So I honor her by rising, by stepping past my doubt,
by choosing every day to let my truest self come out.
For Audrey showed me early—with her life, her art, her voice~
that impossible is only real until we make a different choice.
And to this day I follow her echo, her elegant call:
Nothing is impossible--I'm possible, after all.