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Unbroken Vows

Vows were broken, Love, by an unplanned death.

Promises that were spoken by the living breath.

Vows softly spoken in the listener’s ears

Linger on after death, bringing forth anguished tears.

 

Neither mountains high nor rivers wide

Can stop or contain them, and they still abide.

Later, you’ll bring them as you wing your way

And join my spirit, awaiting on the other side.

 

Marvel not then upon this small wonder,

For what God joins together, nothing puts asunder.

Though you live on if I pass first,

Find peace and joy, my love.

My spirit patiently awaits you

While angels sing above.

 

Our spirits will again reunite on that golden strand,

In that timeless Shangri-la, never to part again.

Think not that it’s over, that death brings the end,

For the spirit lives forever and ever, even then.

 

Finish your journey.

Walk your path, following destiny’s pull.

Shine your light on friend and foe.

Live life to the full.

 

I loved you then; I love you now

As when I gave the ring

To seal the vow made long ago.

Oh, Death, where is thy sting?

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Wise Man

Someone told a man with many woes and troubles that a wise man lived up on a certain mountain and might be able to help him.

So, the man hiked up the mountain and found the wise old man, who was sporting long white hair and a full white beard.

After telling the wise man his problems, the old man replied, “Do you see that huge boulder just down the mountain? Go down there and leave your problems at its base. But there is one requirement: You must pick up someone else’s problems and take them down the mountain with you. Choose carefully, my son.”

After four hours, the man came back up to the wise man.

He spoke: “You know, I couldn’t find any problems down there that were smaller than mine. So, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just keep my own problems, and take them back down the mountain with me.”

The old man smiled and replied, “Go in peace, my son.”

THOUGHTS OF SPRING

I sat upon a park bench, writing pad in hand,

Enjoying flowering shrubs and warmth upon the land

As cacophony of sound assaults both my ears:

Birds singing, dogs barking, and children’s laughter at play.

 

Then, not one but three lasses appeared

With bonnets and flower baskets at arm.

They wore floral-colored smocks,

Emitting Old World charm.

 

“I see you are a writer, sir,” one said

As her laughter broke the air.

At a loss for words, I simply smiled,

Caught up in her blue-eyed snare.

 

“Please do write us a sonnet,” said the second lass.

“Oh, no, a poem,” pleaded the third.

I smiled at all three,

Completely lost for word.

 

Their little faces in mock pout,

Their dresses so colorful and gay,

Added the finishing touch on the canvas

Of this beautiful, fine Spring Day.

 

I cleared my throat and spoke, “Oh, I suppose,

A line or two I’ll jot of spring-time prose.

With a smile and a thank you, they skipped away, arms interlocked.

As they moved away, I couldn’t help but notice: The flowers matched their frocks.

 

The sun was warm, and the wind was balmy.

White fluffy clouds adorned the sky.

I stretched and yawned like a Cheshire cat,

Releasing a contented sigh.

 

Mother Nature had once again blessed the land,

Calling forth different flowers in abundant array.

While I watched butterflies and birds flit about

On this gorgeous, balmy Spring Day.

Spring tulips

Spring tulips

Spring has sprung!

Spring has sprung!

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Mallard with 10 new ducklings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Daddy and Momma Canadian Geese with 2 new goslings

Double Bearded Iris

Double Bearded Iris

Winds of Change

The winds flow playfully and unchecked around and through chambers of time. They have blown this way throughout millennia. No one knows where they come from or how they are created.

Instruments to measure, record, and track time were but thoughts and dreams of a conscious mind waiting to become many centuries away. Time as we know it would relentlessly march on until man came into being and create these instruments.

The wind still blows as it will, sometimes strongly and occasionally softly. Our Planet Earth continues to spin rapidly in space.

In the limitless vastness of space, time as we understand it becomes irrelevant due to the tremendous distances between us and other galaxies. Consider this: We are all space travelers, spinning in the endless ether of stars and other planets without number. I think it is funny that we are looking for space aliens! I wonder if they would view us the same way?

Eventually, we as a species will venture even deeper into space in large numbers. It will be a necessity due to dwindling finite resources brought on by an ever-increasing population. Time and necessity will bring about this change.

Meanwhile, it is better to enjoy the changing seasons on our beautiful Terra Firma, along with its rain, wind, sunshine, or snow. Life will unfold with each new day, bringing forth new sensations, trials, and challenges. Take time to absorb and enjoy your life to the fullest extent possible. We are all on this planet. All is well, so sit back and enjoy the journey.

We only make this trip once. Peace be with you as we travel through space.

The Winds of Change are still blowing.

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

Our warmest wishes for you is to have a very Happy Thanksgiving!

It is a day to watch parades on the television, probably overeat from a heavily laden table (if you are lucky), take a nap, enjoy the companionship of loved ones and friends, or perhaps even to just relax and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Whatever your day consists of, we hope that you take the time to list all of the blessings which fill your life. Some are obvious, and others are not. Some you think of frequently, while others pass you by without your noticing. Some do not get any of your attention at all until something negative impacts it. Sometimes, the negative takes it away for a long time, if not forever.

Thanksgiving has always been a day for doing exactly that: Change your focus from what you do not have and are striving for to what you already possess. It does not matter if it is a nickel when you need it, or lots of cash at the right time.

Just notice: Can you walk? Can you talk? Can you sing? Can you use your hands freely? Do you have your health? Are you working your way through a health challenge? Can you eat whatever you like? Can you see? Can you hear? What beauty surrounds you?

There are so many people who do not have those blessings for they are either unable to do them for whatever reason or their life situation prohibits/inhibits it.

Life is made up of a lot of simple things which pass us by like a ship in the night if one does not take time to focus on them. We miss many blessings just because we do not see them. Look at your surroundings to see the beauty, life, and laughter that are there – no matter how small or insignificant it may appear. Just know that what you bless increases.

Gather your loved ones and friends, be they near or far, into your heart and thoughts. Bless them one and all.

How about you? What do you choose to focus on today?

God’s blessings upon your journey!

Examples of Beauty:

Rocky Mtn Fall

Rocky Mtn Fall

Rocky Mtn Autumn Snows

Rocky Mtn Autumn Snows

Torcky Mtn Snow Storm

Rocky Mtn Snow Storm

Bald Eagle

Bald Eagle

Deer

Deer

Vaghn Lake

Vaughn Lake

Trappers Peak

Trappers Peak

Jerusalem

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

She sits on a battle-scarred hill,

Standing quietly like a lone sentinel,

Waiting through clear, starlit nights

For history to turn yet another page.

 

Resting against an ancient olive tree,

From Gethsemane, I gaze across the valley.

She looks like a dull jewel

In desperate need of a good polishing.

 

War, tears, bloodshed and misery

Have been seen often by her.

She wears them like every day apparel.

Peace is not found within her walls.

 

Yet it’s written that a child was born

In a village known as Bethlehem

That’s just south of where I rest,

Just as the prophecy foretold.

 

Born in the bloodline of David,

Root and stem of Jesse,

Born to die, yet live again

And live forevermore. Amen!

 

His house was over there

Across the little valley.

All that’s left of it now

Is the Wailing Wall.

 

The mind boggles at the battles fought,

At the endless bloodshed,

The lives and dramas played out

And history that touches lives untold.

 

Here on this dry,

Barren landscape…

Where water and not gold

Molds the lives of the people.

 

The bride to be

Patiently awaits her groom

To dazzle the whole world

On her wedding day.

 

Timeless

This poem is in Autumn Leaves:

 

Peace be with you,

My thoughts unwind,

But…I knew you elsewhere,

From a distant time.

 

Though it seems but yesterday,

Still it’s been a long, long while,

Something hauntingly familiar,

My thoughts beguile.

 

Memories sometimes lapse,

But time cannot disguise,

I believe it was your smile,

Not your laughing eyes.

 

No words spoken here,

Nor lofty man-made towers.

Simple use of thought exchange —

No clock to chime the hours.

 

Corridors of time are hazy.

Dust covers her ancient fold.

Recollections thwart and tease

In this timeless mold.

 

Pardon my intrusion

Into your hallowed space.

Forgive my poor conclusion,

But…I never forgot your face.

 

Timeless memories the past can blur,

Yet never to erase

Our footprints o’er paths we walked,

Another time…another place.

 

Thoughts we shared, flowers touched,

As we made our way.

Soft words exchanged, feelings passed,

Fragrance lingering where we lay.

 

Enraptured by you still,

Forever I’ll repose.

Would you linger her a while,

My spiritual, timeless rose?

 

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I Am

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

That which refreshes my soul.

That which renews my life.

That which gives life meaning.

That which gives purpose to existence.

 

That which gives center, balance,

Quietly directing our pathways.

That which our consciousness innately

Understands is right or wrong.

 

That which is beautiful from any angle,

In any light, from any distance.

That which cannot be changed, disfigured,

Or transformed into anything but beautiful.

 

That which is true to life forever.

That which lives in truth throughout eternity.

That which brings peaceful serenity

As it strips away falsehoods by knowledge.

 

That which makes the unique, alone,

Thrills us, yet challenges us onward.

That in us which cannot be denied

But accepted and exalted in reverence.

 

The I AM of the Universe, Father of Lights,

The Alpha and Omega, first and last,

Which lived, died, yet lives again forevermore.

That is what we recognize in ourselves! HIM!

 

Glorify His Name in all places, at all times

That your days may be long, your peace steady.

Praise Him in all things, for all blessings.

Place your feet upon the path and follow HIM!

Seek

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Seek not for that which is not,

Nor ever was.

Follow not after lies

Or man-made cause.

 

Seek out truth and

“Peace be still.”

Let your heart and soul

Be filled.

 

Seek for that which was

And still is.

Love and LifeĀ  —

Both are His.

 

More precious than the Rubaiyat

of Omar Khayyam.

Seek and find the one

And only true “I AM.”

All Is Well

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

I hear You calling

From high mountains.

Among stately spruce trees,

I hear You whisper:

 

“Peace be still…always.

I walk before you.

Straight is the pathway.

All is well.”

 

In quiet places, I seek You

And carefully listen,

For in my mind I hear

Your voice softly speaking.

 

My refreshed spirit soars

Upward in exultation,

Unfolding in reverence,

Know and accepting.

 

Yes, Peace is Mine…

Your gift to all who

Seek to know You.

All is well. All is well.

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