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Through all of life's trials
it moves relentless forward
Waiting for no one
in a glorious marching rhythm
The joy and happiness we feel
far exceeds a few minor glitches
All part of our travels through time
Absolutely nothing compares
to falling in love and the results
of that love to hold this tiny creature
in your hands...
smelling that oh so sweet newborn aroma
Unmatched in this world since time began
No human experience
comes even close to this ecstasy
Nature and it's beauty are evident
as we survey the earth around us
How could we not be overwhelmed
feeling so very fortunate
to have felt such love
in this happy and joyous life
Surely one of the fortunate ones
and a very appreciative soul
If I had the power, I would wish
my good fortune on all
the loving souls I meet and as well
all of the earth's creatures
As a lasting thought
my ultimate wish is for all mankind
to live in true harmony forever...
then I may truly rest in peace!
Metamorphosis
The future looms so much closer now
no dreams weave a halo around its outcome
aspirations have dwindled to respirations
insistence on continuing the game of life.
Most all of what I’ve gone through
have been referred to as stages,
phases of life, periods of adjustment,
trials and tribulations to be overcome,
moved through, lessons learned.
Not so anymore. Those easy “lay-ups”
early in the game, though as important
as the “Buzzer-beater”, never seemed
as “easy” to execute. Seems life has
become a series of “two minute drills”,
no “hurry up” offense, just a plodding
“three yards and a cloud of dust”
dedication to the demands of the game.
To “show up, suit up and stand up”.
Now I know why there are empty pages
at the back of the play book,
why spontaneity and experience
conspire to overcome - not overpower.
I review the plays each day
knowing it is not the game that must change
but my relationship to the game,
to adapt, to undergo the metamorphosis
of living, accept the gradual changes
of a future that I somehow “outran”,
the present it became, and the past
that fades beneath the clouds at the
base of the mountain.
1/14/2017
submitted to – Any Poem Written In January 2017
Roses are my favorite flower I really must admit.
I've planted them all over and they really are a hit.
I've reds and yellows, coral too, the pinks and whites are charming,
And when I sit among them the scene is quite disarming.
The other flowers growing there add variety to the scene,
Drawing butterflies and humming birds and bees and other things,
That make my garden come alive with things that hum and sing,
And I wonder at the magic that surrounds me as I dream,
Here in my garden paradise where no evil is allowed;
Where I repose unhindered and watch the drifting clouds,
As they float by and change their shape revealing just to me,
Hidden pictures here and there as they shift on an azure sea.
All my trials and consternation are inconsequent it seems,
As I lie here in my garden and relax awhile and dream.
The sun shines warm upon me, the breeze tickles my skin,
Cooling me and soothing me and calming me within.
Relaxing all my muscles, my tension slips away,
As bird song trills above me making my heart feel gay.
At last I'm feeling better, mind cleared my fears allayed,
I return, pick up the gauntlet once more to face the day.
Whatever is in store for me, whatever this day holds,
God will help me handle it as His wisdom He unfolds.
If we let Him lead the way with truth our feet are shod.
There's nothing we can't handle together with our God.
My inward journey starts as I navigate my soul's peace-routes
allowing God, my life's divine Guide to expose unto me my human nature
as well as my frailty, while I admit to Him my flaws, weakness and limitations
and confessing my sins and guilt toward His forgiveness for my spiritual serenity
while claiming His promise of pardon, against self-condemnation and feeling of worthlessness.
With the Lord as my constant cheer leader
I am grateful to see myself triumphantly glowing
since my heart knows that His love with virtues' might
can conquer my frustration midst oppressive angsts due to failure
letting me surmount life's trials and tests along mountains of challenges.
Having Christ as my companion-light
I delight in my spiritual trips, despite detours
still beaming with blissful quietude, defying pain-woes
while propped with my commitment to move on against hardships
upholding my relationship with others and friendship-status upon proven trustworthiness.
Trusting the Saviour as my Director
I believe that I can vanquish doubts in my journey
with my faith choosing victory over mockery of doom
not allowing anything to subdue my zeal toward my prayerfully guarded goal
continuing in His sovereign plan, since I have proven that in Him, nothing is impossible.
Cognizant that the Almighty is my best friend forever
I have a meaningful inward journey with a heavenly vision
thankful to the Creator for His partnership with me steadfastly
as He invites me to serve Him by His grace, mercy, and kindness
empowering me so that I can be a blessing to someone in my ministerial status.
Edited on July 9, 2026
Contest Name: Inward Journey
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Today, I take this walk
A walk for the cure
I will stand for the ones
Who sees life as a blur
Finding out the the most devastating news
Feeling upset,hurt and confused
A disease that affects the body
It makes you feel strange
Adapting to A new life
Adapting to A new change
Chemotherapy, radiations
So many trials and tribulations
My heart goes out to what you're facing
I'll wear this ribbon ?? with pride
And if you ever need a friend
I'll be right by your side
It takes a lot to understand
That this illness wont get the upper hand
A transformation you did go through
Lumps in your breast
Losing your hair, wearing wigs this is something new
No longer knowing who you are
In our hearts you're still a star
It takes Courage, even when you feel discouraged
It takes faith, even when you cant see clear
You are our Hope
From the climbing of a rope
You are the strength
You are strong
You fought this battle
But not alone
A moment of silence
Goes to the ones who didn't survive
You were great
We'll continue to keep your legacy alive
I salute you, yes I do
No more suffering or pain
We release these balloons
In honor and remembrance of your name
With these two feet
I walk for You
Susan G. Komen and so many others
You are my inspiration
You have did everything its taken
You're amazing this is true
The Illness cant get the best of you
Women oh no ?? this is not just for you
Men are known to get it to
I love you and you have all my respect
Do me a favor everyone please go get checked!!!!!!
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
10/21/2015
August 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 42-44
Key Verse – Jeremiah 42:6 Whether it be good, or whether it be evil, we will obey the voice of the LORD our God, to whom we send thee; that it may be well with us, when we obey the voice of the LORD our God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EMPOWERING US TO OBEY HIS VOICE
Praise be to God for empowering us to obey His voice as He:
Assures our salvation around His security, shielding our souls
Accepts our supplication according to His Scriptures
Attends to our sacrifices by His satisfaction
Approves our service along His standard
Affirms our sincerity in soulwinning
Jeremiah 43:8 Praise be to the Lord for
letting His Word come unto us as we:
Worship Him in His truth
Work for Him toiling midst tests
Wait for Him through His trustworthiness
Watch for Him while testifying about His triumph
Walk with Him with thanksgiving over trials and temptations
Jeremiah 44:7 Praise be to the Saviour Who
checks us against our evil deeds; so, we should not be:
Provoking Him to anger
Perverting His assertions
Praising Him with our anguish
Performing against His authority
Pleading to Him midst our apathy
Pouting against His assured answers. Amen!
August 23, 2024
The singers sing of me,
Of my trials and my triumphs,
Of the battles I have faced,
And the victories I have won.
They sing of my journey,
Of the roads I have traveled,
Of the people I have met,
And the lessons I have learned.
They sing of my courage,
Of my faith in the face of fear,
Of the strength I have found,
And the hope that kept me going.
The singers sing of me,
And as I listen to their melodies,
I am reminded of my own story,
And the power of resilience.
For in every note they sing,
I hear echoes of my own voice,
And I know that I too am a singer,
In the grand chorus of life.
We somehow mature;
Our growing, but a symptom of our cure.
We wash the dreariness from winters sky.
Replace it with a canvas to acquaint the eye.
Left with minds to dabble in the memory paint of dreams
Although it seems at times too long,
Nighttimes kiss still brings to us a song
To wash a tender heart;
Mark a new beginning here, another start.
Were we free to touch the vista splendor loves so much;
Would we then soar with angel wings, rejoice in songs
A lover sings, conquer life to rise above our trials,
View all from overhead through children’s smiles,
Disappear and reappear in every starlights blink,
Nod to sun, and everyone, with knowing wisdom’s wink.
We could be the light at night that every child wishes on
Between the daylight and the dark we could become the dawn.
On the shores of Santa Catalina
time is lost in nature’s simplicity
where sea breezes rustle languid palms
sparse brown peaks cradle eagles’ nests
and red foxes hide in dense mustard fields.
As I trek upwards along a narrow trail
leaving the harbor and isthmus behind
the morning fog lifts its obscure curtain
to reveal a stunning cerulean blue sky
that spans across the vast horizon.
Cacti sit, plump and happy from the recent rains
hearty wildflowers dot the arid canyons
weathered posts remind of a fence long gone
while telling tracks mark the paths of bison.
As I reach the summit
my soul is longing to soar
on a majestic eagle’s wings
or skim the rolling seas
like a persistent pelican fishing at dawn.
I long to free my spirit from its earthly bonds
and unburden the trials that trouble my soul.
Yet, I know that the Lord is ever with me
He is intimately acquainted with my ways
His Spirit comforts me along life’s journey
for in it I see glimpses of His eternal glory
as He covers me with His everlasting love.
8/30/23
In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.
He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name Chester,
if fate were just he would’ve lived out his days
and saw his happiness never perturbed.
But when the war with the north broke out
to his country he was compelled to stay true,
he said good-bye and stole away north,
marching to war with the boys in blue.
His father-in-law said "Good riddance!"
and moved his precious daughter away,
to a big mansion deep in Richmond,
where he felt she could safely stay.
The war dragged on, and in the end
Richmond found itself under siege,
all in the city knew things were rough,
that there was no real hope of relief.
Day after day the big guns did roar on,
a crashing hail of fire and shell,
until one April day when the Union struck
and the town of Petersburg fell.
Unable to hold Richmond any longer
General Lee led his army to the west,
but Anders, arched into the fallen town,
hoping somehow to find his dearest.
But cannons and not the most precise of things,
and when he reached her father’s home,
he saw cinders scattered, shards of broken glass,
from the hallway ceiling’s grand old dome.
He found an old slave who explain it all,
that whoever had been inside no was dead,
a cannon-ball had ignited a great blaze,
and they died of the smoke in their beds.
Anders collapsed when he heard the news,
and roared out his agony and pain.
He railed at God,”I fought to free people!
And as thanks you go take her away?!”
Bereft of his son and his dearest love,
he walked away right then and there,
deserted the army and wandered off,
if they hanged him he did not care.
He aimlessly started heading for the west,
and as he walked along he wound find
the ‘truth’ of it all, so clear and so crisp,
took over his grief-battered mind.
God cared not for the trials of men,
nor the world that he had once made.
The beasts had it right, take what you can!
Destroy any who gets in the way.
The only rules that mattered were anarchy,
laws of the jungle, ever cold and cruel.
He was done pretending that there was a point,
manners and honor were lies for the fools…
CONTINUES IN PART II