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"Hence my Lord, it is not my will that I follow, but thy Will for the purpose of my life."

“Hence my Lord, it is not my will that I follow, but Thy Will for the purpose of my life.”

I stand with courage in the shadow of my Lord.
The Lord blesses me with His Love.
The Lord protects me from those
who attempt to bring me harm.
 
His justice surpasses any justice
man can render their enemies.
My enemies are fools.
 
As the fallen Angel thought of himself as a God,
he believed his own strength exceeded the Lord.
He shivers in fear before the Light of the Lord.
I kneel in homage and praise of my Lord’s Name
with humble thanks for His timely justice.
 
 

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I found myself at the apex of my life.
It was not a twelve step program that entered my mind
but a way to seek “Forgiveness.”
 
The list was long
and difficult to put together.
Many of the names were from many years ago.
 
A great amount of time was spent in finding addresses.
Many of the people of the list
were long dead.
 
It was a form letter I composed.
It began, “This letter is written to ask for your forgiveness
for any hurtful thing said or done to you in our relationship.
Please accept my apology for such actions on my part.”
 
There is now a large pile of letters with stamps on them
awaiting in a box to be mailed.
Some will be returned “undelivered.”
 
A large number of my addresses will never respond. 
A few will write back simply saying that the apology is accepted.
A greater number will write back listing my sins upon them
and close with black bitterness in their closing written words.
 
Then there will those who are the exceptional of heart.
In their return letters
they will also accept responsibility for any hurts
brought to the prior relationship. 
 
There will be a wonderful result in sending these letters.
I did seek “Forgiveness.”
Whether is was given or not
is not important.
 
What will be important
I will then know
who my neighbors in heaven
will be.
 
 
 

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At times it would be nice
to have a pair of magic red shoes.
Just clicking them together three times
would do the trick.
 
Suddenly I would be transported
to wherever my mind of memory
would wish to go.
 
At this very moment
I could easily think of a dozen places
I would love to be at this moment.
 
Each time frame
would place me at a time and place
where I felt greatly loved.
 
Where there was a skip in my step
and a constant grin on my face.
I can easily bring to mind
scenes of such places in my past.
 
Skipping through a mall with her
like a school child.
Dancing with her
for the first time
with my arm around her waist. 
 
Ah yes then their were those
first kisses
always soft
always remembered
always joyful
in the way those kisses went to my toes.
 
Truthly knowing what I know now
would I have taken more time
to savor every moment.
 
Time in remembering every detail
of the places of my youth
where my magic red shoes
would have taken my heart.  

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Courtesy of asmp.org

I am glad I am here to remember this moment.
There were dreams that I did not want to awake from.
There were days with those that I knew truly loved me.
 
They were days I did not want to end.
At times in the remembering there are tears.
The tears are not from sadness
but for the happiness of the moment.
 
Will those dreams ever come again to me?
I think not for the flowers of youth bloom but once in our memories.
Precious memories that we hold on tightly close to our hearts.
Thank you for this day in my gift of rememberance.

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This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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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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I believe in America.
Land where my heart lives.
It is a land of accomplished dreams.
A land of courage.
A land that accepts all comers.
A land that gives hope to us all.
 
America overcomes all those who attempt
to bring evil to her shores.
America is the beacon of freedom to the world.
 
America is my land.
America is my home.
Keep America strong.
Impeach Obama.
 
If you do not love
America
please leave her.
 

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Flickering candles at the doorway to eternity.
The time of our lives in this world
seemly not worth noting
in the scheme of the universe.
 
Yet our God in His Love for us
fills our lives with such joy
in knowing Him.
 
Beyond the valley of tears
Beyond the lost of love
beyond the caverns of fear
beyond the dark rooms of hell itself
He has brought us to bath in His Light of Love.
 
Lives of ticking seconds
streaming in light years of
moving hours around a dying sun.
Should we not spend each day
in good works in His glory, worship, and honor?
 
Only by His individual touch in the miracle of our births
can we understand this grand gift given to us.
A gift to be able to find our way again
in being rejoined again
with the Master of our eternal fates.
 
 

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“A Voice Within”

Within me a voice calls to be heard.
Sonnets of love lost and found again
in the spirit of my sweet Jesus.
 
Raise not your halting hand in ignorance.
Let not your lips cease my songs of poetry.
My songs are my life.
 
I have faced death
with fear sucking the breath from me.
It was my prayers to God
that lead me to the light of His Love.
 
Let my stories be heard.
There are those that need to hear my story.
In so hearing will the light that I found
will also be their light of hope and joy.  

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“Standing before the doorway of Death”

As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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