The Simple Joys Of Life.


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I love to grow tomatoes                                                                                                                                    
In the summer time.
The taste of the ripe fruit
Is best in its prime.
They have delicious flavor
As they ripen on the vine.
I'll eat a few for supper
With dandelion wine.
I can buy them at the store,
But the taste is not the same
As when they're eatten in the field
And have a famous name.
"Beefsteak " is my favorite
And so is "Better Boy."
It's the simple things in life
That bring us so much joy.

The Irony Of Life.


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Life is full of joy and sorrow.
We never know what comes tomorrow.
We make plans with baited breath
While pushing back the hands of death.
We try to play the hero's part
With an arrow in our heart.

We gather flowers as we go. 
The years fly by and bring us woe.
The losses come one by one,
And we feel our life is done. 
We are told to carry on
And embrace the coming dawn.

We feel such emptiness within.
We weep for what life might have been.
Our hopes and dreams have flown away,
And still we're staying one more day.
Our courage keeps us living here 
After losing all that's dear. 

Consequences Of War.


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A little girl with tattered clothes
Walked on the bombshelled ground.
Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks.
She did not make a sound.

Bombs were falling from the sky.
Her body shook with fear,
And yet she kept on walking.
She had lost what she held dear.

She saw dead bodies in the street
And heard some soldiers laugh.
The Russians blew up what they could
And took things in their path.

She found a place to hide again
And packed herself in tight.
The cold stones protected her.
She slept through the night.

The sun came up to welcome her
And down the road she went.
She found no food or water
And her energy was spent.

She searched in vain for family
The war had ripped away.
She knew there was no one
Who would ask her to stay.

The emptiness she felt inside
Was like a giant hole.
Her faith in God had disappeared.
She feared for her soul.

War came to the streets of Kiev.
It would not stay the same.
Brave men would die and one small child
On the streets of Ukraine.

History Teaches Us Lessons.


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History let's us all know
That life's events come and go,
And they can return again
To show us who we might have been.
 Men are taught to resist
The evil that does exist.
Good men choose not to hate,
And they walk a path that's straight.

History helps us to see
What an evil man can be
When he is filled with hate and greed 
And acts upon his selfish needs.
He conquors others using power
And kills hundreds in an hour.
He feels, sadly, no remorse
And rules others with brute force.

History teaches us of truth,
Love and hatred in our youth.
We have choices we must make
And need to learn from our mistakes.
What will others learn from us?
To seek God's love of righteousness,
Or teach others how to hate
And leave their souls to cruel fate.

Struggling With COVID-19.


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A deep darkness comes
And covers the earth
And slowly removes
Traces of my worth.

Ghosts from the past rise
Up to smother me
With negative thoughts
Of untold misery.

My strength is gone.
Hope has taken wing
And left behind a
Soul that cannot sing.

For Life has changed and
Rearranged my days.
I am left to grieve
All the "old ways."

The fear of disease
Can hold me captive,
While I struggle to
Become adaptive.

Giving Gifts With The Fairies.


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Found on Pinterest on 9-21-16. Saved from

A dark-haired child
went down to the bank
of a clear-running stream
to play a small prank.

She knew that the fairies
came down there to play 
and she heard them giggle 
the day away.
She watched as they left 
a jug full of rum
and left-over food.
She started to hum.
She ate what was left
of the fairies lunch.
She cut them some flowers
and left them a bunch.

Then she hid in a tree
til the twilight faded
and took a long nap
while she patiently waited.
When the moon came out
and lit up the ground,
the fairies came back
and they gathered round.

They danced and they sang
and they chanted her name:
"Little girl, come out.
There's no need for shame." 

"Sing with us, child,
and dance here with me."
"Your feet will fly,
and soon you'll be free."

So she danced with them,                                                                                        
and sat for a while.
They begged her to sing
as she gave them a smile.                                                        

She started to sing                                                  
with a voice pure and clear.
The more she sang,
the angels drew near.                                      

They asked her to play                                                          
an old violin.
She took it and placed it
under her chin.

She drew the bow back, 
and the violin cried.
She played and it laughed,
and she made it sigh.

All who heard it
felt reconciled
towards God, who said:
"Well-done, My child."

Found on Facebook 11-11-17.






Trusting In God


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Found on Pinterest on 5-24-17. Derek Hegsted.

All that I am
and strive to be
comes before You
on bended knee.

I'm broken and spent
and I'm empty-handed
in a world full of evil
where I feel stranded.

My heart is heavy
for those in pain
and for the stressors
that seem to remain.

It's all I can do
to stay on my feet
and take a step forward
and not feel defeat.

So many losses
over the years
have taken a toll
and left me in tears.

My faith has been shattered
in all I once knew.
I became angry
and distanced from You.

I come to You, God,
with my heart in my hands.
I'm tired and exhausted.
Will You understand?

I just want to stand
in the warmth of Your light
and hear You say: 
" It will be alright."

Just, rock me to sleep
 by the light of the moon
and promise me, please,
You'll be coming back soon.

The New Year Is Almost Here.


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The New Year shines ahead of us

And the old year’s gone faster than most.

We hope good days lie before us

And the past will soon be toast.

The old year has taught us lessons.

We’ve survived hardship and pain.

We’ve learned to endure the darkness

And hide our tears in the rain.

We’ve lived through the sting of betrayal.

We’ve faced death by disease day by day.

We’ve grieved the losses we’ve suffered,

And we’ve learned when to walk away.

There is hope in a new tomorrow,

And a chance to make things right.

All we need is to love each other

And seek God’s holy light.

We can learn to trust our neighbor

And give straight from the heart.

We can learn to accept each other’s

Differences from the start.

We need to focus on living 

Each moment one by one

And count our many blessings

When each day is done.


The Gift Of Giving


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Holy is the One who came

To save us from our sins.

God gave to us His greatest gift

To help us make amends.

He sent His Son to die for us

And gave us life eternal.

He helps us deal with obstacles

Because He is paternal.

On Christmas Day we honor Christ

For all He did for us,

And when we give we can


The gifts of blessedness.


Mountains To Climb.


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I’ve been given many mountains


Found on Pinterest on 10-8-15.

To climb in my life.

Some have been easy

And some full of  strife.


There were mountains I thought

I could not climb,

But I practiced persistence

And climbed them the next time.


There were days I felt strong

And days I felt weak.

Some days I cried hard

And could not speak.


But I kept on climbing. 

 I could see far below

The obstacles before me

And the way I should go.


I have one more mountain

To climb before death:

To fulfill God’s purpose

Before my last breath.