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"My Bride"

“My Bride”

As of today my wife retired from her State Farm Insurance Agency of twenty-eight years in McKinney, Texas.  It has been an emotional ride for both my wife and I in relating to her customers of many years, and her pending retirement.  Many broke into tears, both in person and by phone in receiving the notification letter.  Linda was about six to seven years overdue for retirement, but it was the blessing of our customer family that kept her in business for twenty-eight years.  Her customers were her family and became more than just business customers but highly personal family.  We will miss each of them and will keep them in our hearts.

       

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Courtesy of jesussaves.com

Amidst the crowd

I looked up from my thoughts

and there you were.

The smile told me

you were watching over me.

Caring for me

Loving me from afar

protecting me.

It was a flash from eternity

that allowed me this vision.

Thank you God

for not forgetting me

and continuing

to Love me.

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Courtesy of horoskopnamiru.cz

The nightmare was the worse one
I ever remember.
I was in a room somewhere
totally alone.
I owned money to someone.
 
It was money that I did not have.
It was due and payable the following morning.
I had no one to call to help me.
 
I was screaming.
Pounding the furniture.
Throwing things around.
 
I somehow knew
that without this money
in the morning
I was to pay a terrible price.
 
I awoke with a shout upon my lips.
I was in my bed with you.
The fear slowly ebbed away from my body.
 
I felt a great blessing of relief
it was just a nightmare.
I was in my bed
safe with you.
 
My shout from the dream
woke you.
You pressed warmly into
the curve of my arms
and snuggled close to me.
 
More than ever
this morning
I fully realized
the greatest blessing
I have in my life is you.
 

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Courtesy of freerepublic.com
Somewhere along my journey I stepped into a time machine.
I do not remember exactly when it happened.
I stepped forward in a strange land where a language
was spoken that did not sound like any tongue I knew.
 
The beings looked like me.
The planet seemed the same
but it was not.
 
There was a new God
in this land
in this dimension.
His name was Obama.
 
I looked closer at the eyes
of those about me.
Their was a strange blankness
in their eyes
an emptiness of spirit
I could not explain. 
 
I eagerly sought a sight of a flag pole
to see what land I might be in.
My eyes sought the Red, White and Blue.
 
Instead I looked with fright upon a flag
all to familiar from a past election.
God did not save us.

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Courtesy of free-christmas-deskstop-wallpaper.blogspot.com

 
 
 
This poem comes from a true story in my life…..I think it is timeless in its message.   The lesson is that when two people share love, as I and my childhood bride did then, it truly was all the processions we needed.  
 
 
It was our first Christmas together.
We both were eighteen
with barely more
than the clothes on our backs.
 
I was just out of basic training
in the U.S. Air Force.
She had just graduated from high school
and then wrote a bus to Savannah, Georgia,
to join me
the love of her life.
 
We had rented a several room apartment
on the second floor of an old Savannah home.
It was in a falling-down condition.
 
The gifts we shared were inexpensive
but meant the world in their value
and meaning to each of us.
 
She gave me a St. Christopher’s medal of Silver
while I gave her a Catholic missal.
She wanted to become a Catholic like me
prior to us getting married.
 
I took a picture of her opening her present.
The smile upon her face was beautiful.
It was a Christmas in 1960.
 
It will always be a Christmas
I will always remember.
The lesson I learned
that day was
the love between us
was truly
the greatest gift
we could have shared
that Christmas. 
 

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Courtesy of dailymail.co.uk

(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2012, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker.  After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath.  Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out.  In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week.  He worked very hard for that money.

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I remember fondly Christmas’ past
our first tree alive with lights
before it caught fire later that week.
 
I remember fondly the Christmas with toys.
Never before had my brother and I received toys.
How angry my Father became when we broke several
toys after a few hours of play.
 
It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus
as a steel worker.
He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas.
He thought those toys would never break.
 
I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid
when no money was available whatsoever for toys.
We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a
department store window.
 
One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle.
My young brother and I played with it for days.
A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had.
 
I remember fondly Christmas past,
acting in the church Christmas pageant.
I was a little child with the beard of a prophet
shaking in a spotlight in the church play.
It snowed that night.
 
My best friend and I asked
permission to keep wearing the beards.
A most beautiful snow floated through the air
as we walked home together.
 
The dirty streets of the city were made
clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes.
We sang church carols walking home
our arms around each other’s shoulder.
How close to baby Jesus we were back then.
 
I remember fondly Christmas’ past
when life seemed so much simpler.
Joys more easily shared with
laughter much deeper than now.
 
Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past
even to this special day of a new Christmas.
Another December which will also will soon be gone
into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past.  

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I have been in this place in my life. It was not until my Lord brough my wife, Linda to me, that I finally experienced true and real love from another. All others in my life that claimed to have loved me….faded away.

Texas Poetry

 
 
It was the weight of a huge boulder upon my heart
crushing the very soul of my spirit from my body.
It was the realization that I was not loved.
 
Without Love in our lives
we are just walking pieces of flesh
without joy
without laughter
without peace.
 
my mind reached back
to memories of when I was loved.
Wrapped in these thoughts
I was able to regain my breath
I pulled death away from my body.
 
I will await another day
with a joy of anticipation
that my future bride 
awaits me
in the future
before me.
  
This hope gives me
strength to face
another day
without the love
I so desperately need
in my life.   

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