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"Some Day" scene from Movie "Knight and Day" courtesy of mabui.com

  
It is my belief
that we all reach a place
in our lives
where a bucket list
in this world
no longer applies.
 
No I am not depressed.
Nor do I have a negative attitude
toward this physical life.
 
There was a strange thing
that happened to me
when I turned seventy this year.
Wisdom finally kicked me
in the ass.
 
I came to the realization
that many opportunities
came my way to fulfill
what was an ongoing
bucket list in my past years.
 
The list never was fulfilled.
I was too stupid to take advantage
of the many blessings
my Lord placed before me.
 
I now realize the bucket list
that I held for so long
will be the list of my
next life.
 
Still with each of my dreams
that were not a given in my life
I still thank my Lord and Savior
for the many blessings
He has rendered me.
 
I live in courage
with my Lord each day
in being prepared
for His calling.
 
 
 
 

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Courtesy of asiancajuns.com

The warrior king looked down
upon the trembling servant
with these words,
“How am I to trust the wisdom of your king
who sends you with this message
if he hides his real name behind a false one?” 
 
He went on further in his discourse by saying,
“Does your king lack courage. 
Does he not have the backbone of a man
or is he really a woman
hiding behind a man’s name
who claims to be a king?” 
 
The king then had his soldiers remove
the servant from his presence. 
The servant’s head was cut off
before the sun set upon that day.
 
Each day I am constantly amazed 
by the many web sites and forum boards
that carry postings of individuals
who use cover names out of fear
instead of their own real names. 
 
How can one take any of these postings seriously
when the posters hide behind a mask? 
For all we know
it can be a simple program on a computer
somewhere generating all  these postings
across the net in an attempt
to control public opinion.

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Courtesy of abcnews.go.com

The words came like a knife to my heart.
It was evening
and we had just gotten in bed.
The words were whispered in the smallest of voice from you.
 
We were lying side by side
with my arm around your waist.
This was always in all these years
in how I went to sleep with you.
 
The words were
“I don’t want to leave you” in an almost sobbing voice.
Then it was your silent breathing again.
 
I tried to visualize my life without you.
All that my mind gave back was a blank screen.
Lord did I not pray enough for You to watch over her?
 
After all these years
the darkness of cancer returns to my bride.
And what of the cure?
 
Killing her body in order to make it better?
We build Atomic bombs to kill our enemies.
Accomplished the impossible
in placing mankind on the moon
and returning them.
 
Yet we must see those we love
be placed at the edge of death
in order to get better.
I am angry with the greed
and the ignorance of man. 
 

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Courtesy of devonartistnetwork.co.uk

They call insight…. Wisdom.
Wisdom is the deep sadness of old age.
A biting reality that was
but will never be again.
 
We become ever grateful for the pressed hug.
The feel of flesh upon our own.
Memories sparked in an unexpected
full body hug of total surrender.
 
Our minds go back.
Youth with aches or pains unexpected
as now that wake with us
each morning.
 
A crying desire within
of the youthful, carefree loving
of many hours
stretched over days.
 
These moments
will never be ours again.
It’s the sadness that takes us out.
 
Chipping away
at our nightly desire
to waken again.
 
And if we are so blessed
a dream of softness and passion
from long ago.
 
A dream that brings a cry of joy
from our very soul
of those days and moments
that will never be ours again.
 

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Courtesy of gencoabogados.com

 
 
I awoke this morning with the same old pains.
One leg had veins popped up
the other was swollen.
 
I twisted in pain
in my walk to the kitchen
attempting to adust my back
from the constant pain.
 
The thought came to my mind
was this all a cosmic joke of sorts.
To have lived Seventy years
and find my body dying
before my awareness
each day?
 
Having now found
a degree of Wisdom
in my life
will it now be taken
from me?
 
Will all the days before me
now be filled with pain and suffering
suffering in seeing my bride become
ill again?
 
I pray to my Lord and Savior
render me time
to share the blessings
in knowing Him.
 
Render me time
without suffering to cloud my mind
so that I may share
my blessings
with others.
 
 
 
 

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Courtesy of hoteliermiddleeast.com

 
Many a time that my eyes beheld
a poor soul of the streets
have I thought
could that person be Jesus?
Jesus returning to earth
to see if we are still worthy of His Love?
 
When your eyes sadly behold such a vision
and you feel a pull on your heart
do not hesitate to share your brief wealth
at that moment.
 
Remember if it were not for grace of Jesus
it could be you in those rags of the street.
Let your Lord know in a real way
that His creation of you
was a worthy project.
 
Reach out and give this soul
a part of your self
as well as your day.
Jesus will be pleased with you.

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"...........pointing to a star"

 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 

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Courtesy of handofgod.com

A fish following the stream of life.
Going with the flow was the majority of my life.
Finally twenty years ago I gave my life to His care.
 
The blessings that followed
were beyond my dreams.
I now face the last days of my life
unsure of what is pleasing to my Lord.
 
Desiring only to finish my life in a way
that will be His plan and wishes for His creation.
 
As each day passes
I become more aware of the speck of dust
I am in His creation.
 
To know that His presence is close to me
and His Love no less than any of His other creations
only humbles me further.
 
I kneel in homage and worship to my Lord.
May I be so bold as your humble servant
to ask your guidance in how I can spent the rest of my life
in bringing pride to my Father.
 
My Lord has given me life
and the blessings of this life.
Lord hear my prayer
“Lord, What does Thou Desire for the rest of my life?”    
  

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Courtesy of Favin.com

In my youth
I took Love as I found it.
Each moment a sip of joy
soon to be replayed in memory.
 
There were bad choices
in the marrying of others.
It seemed I was focused
on marrying the dumbest
of dumb asses.
 
Then you came into my life.
I never thought I could love so much.
There is so much about you
to love.
 
The slightest frown upon your face
brings sorrow to my heart,
A tear from your eye
devastates me.
 
Never did I think
I could love so much
any one woman in life
as I love you.
 
Truly it hurts
to love somehow
too much
as I love you.
 

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"Why do you stare at me?"

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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