"Bless this day and all it brings"
Has been the very hardest thing
For me to say when life goes wrong,
And I am weak instead of strong.
I try to keep my head on straight
When I know I have to wait;
But wasting time seems like a sin,
And i could miss "what might have been."
I need to pause to realize
That good, at times, comes in disguise.
Waiting gives me time to grow,
For there is much I need to know.
I must learn to cope with strife
And follow the flow of Life;
To fight the battles I must win;
And rid the negative within.
If I could learn to see the good
And bless each day,I surely would;
But being human I will try
To trust God more and not ask "why."
A little girl with curly blonde hair
Played in the meadow where the wild-flowers grew.
She touched each bloom with a trembling hand
And she picked some flowers for you.
She wanted to give you the curve of a petal
And the smell of a rambling rose,
The feel of rough bark on an old oak tree,
And the scent of the rain in your nose.
She wanted to capture the sound of a bird
Singing his song in the spring.
She'd give you the bluest sky she could find
And let your spirit take wing.
She wanted to give you a gift to cherish
And hold in your heart for a while.
There is nothing like nature to fill you with wonder
And cause your eyes to smile.Yu/stan/kema
Two children came and sat outside
In the warm summer breezes.
They missed their Mother who had died.
Their hearts felt torn to pieces.They wanted to honor the life she led,
For she loved her children dearly.
She would give a stranger a loaf of bread,
And she loved her God sincerely.She would laugh and dance in the light of the moon,
And she sang like an angel from heaven.
She taught them to play an instrument
Although they were eight and eleven.
Her children mastered the violin,
And she taught them right from the start:
"Music could touch the soul within
And soothe a grieving heart."They went down to the creek that day,
And they sat and drew their bows.
They smiled as the music became a danceAnd they left their Mother a rose.
For she had given them a priceless skillTo deal with the losses ahead.
They came to love the music they made
And remembered the words she said..
Found on Facebook on 11-13-17,
Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The violinist (Shelbi) lynnA.
Love is like the soft touch
Of a gentle rain.
It soothes the hurting soul
And removes the pain.Love is like the sweet sound
Of a baby's laugh.
It stays when losses come
And cuts sorrow in half.Love is like a small stream
That helps flowers grow.
It keeps the soul alive
When the cold wind blows.Love is like an oak tree
Whose roots go deep.
Its' strength keeps it standing
Even when it weeps.Love goes on forever
When the heart is fed
On a regular basis as
Faith raises its head.-Yu/stan/kema-
I had a fuzzy little dog
With golden, brownish hair.
He ran with me across the yard,
His nose up in the air.
His body shook with ecstasy
Each time he smelled some food.
He hunted down and gobbled up
Good meat with gratitude.
His ruff was thick around his head,
And it was white as snow.
And everywhere I tried to walk,
He was sure to go.
His brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
His tongue was long and pink.
He smiled when we were having fun.
One time I saw him wink.
He'd lay beside me in the grass,
His head upon my knee.
The joy we shared was multiplied
When he would laugh at me.
He is deceased, but still I think
Of him when he would lay
And look at me with soft brown eyes.
I miss him every day.
He ran down a crooked path,
Across a crooked snake.
It's fangs barely missed him.
I was glad for his sake.
He drove to the bayou
For an alligator's hide.
It opened up it's mouth
And pulled him inside.
It's rows of teeth were scarey
And the smell he could not bear.
It belched him out completely
Into the cold, moist air.
I think he learned a lesson,
To follow straight paths instead.
And avoid all alligators
And be careful where he treads.
It is the time for Christmas
For we smell the Christmas trees
And see the Holly's red berries
Wrapped around the wreaths.
The weather has turned colder
And snow is in the air.
There is a spirit of giving
Found in hearts everywhere.
The sound of Christmas carols
Makes our spirits bright.
We celebrate the Christ child
Who reflects God's light.
God gives to us His Son,
A gift that sets us free
From death so we can live
For all eternity.
Rain is falling from the skyAnd leaves are twirling nearby.I kick the dead leaves in the street
And smile at everyone I meet.The trees are dressed in orange and red,
Their leaves respendent overhead.
A cool breeze dances through the trees
Right before a good, hard freeze.Bonfires are burning in the night.
Children's faces reflect the light.
Autumn brings a lot of fun
After Summer's finally done.Fall is such a special time.
Everything is in it's prime.
Each season is God's gift to us.
Fall leaves are simply glorious.-Yu/stan/kema-
It took a long time for the rain to come.The effects of the drought were burdensome.
Tree branches died from the lack of rain
Trees, not surviving, brought us pain.We waited for months for the rain to arrive.
We prayed to God: "Help the trees survive."
We heard thunder, and saw clouds overhead.
We knew God had heard the words we had said.We laughed as the rain fell down on our face.
The sound of raindrops, we could not erase.
God brought us the rain because He cares,
And He taught us about the power of prayer._Yu/stan/kema-