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It seems just like yesterday that Elis died.
In all the years that have passed since that sad day
he is still in my heart.
 
His passion
his being
his songs spoke of my own feelings.
You see
I grew up with him.
 
I remember being blessed in seeing him in person.
It was Dallas 1975.
I had a tenth row seat.
 
I could see the sweat on his forehead.
For months afterward
I had dreams of that time
I got to spend with him.
There will never be another Elvis.

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One day

We will walk the path of light.

Unsure if our Lord will be pleased with us.

Will we be met with an embrace of Love

or will we see disappointment in the Face of our Saviour?

Least we forget the gifts of our Lord.

Will we be judged

on how we shared His gifts?

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A Winter Scene from Cooperstown, N. Y.

Last year was a visit to the Carrol Clinic in Dallas.
My back and hip had been hurting me for some time.
The findings were not good.
 
A Class Four hip.
A crack in my spine bone.
Two disks in my spine fused together.
 
I knew when it happened.
A fall over ten years ago while attempting to trim a tree
in our front yard.
 
The fall at that time resulted in nine staples in my head
and eventual surgery on my knee.
The other injuries laid in wait.
My future in enjoying the rest of my life was in doubt
with the activities I enjoyed so much in my past.
 
My mind went back to Cooperstown in upstate New York.
I was sixteen and working the summer on a dairy farm.
It was part of the “Fresh Air Program” of New York City for young men.
 
I remembered the rolling hay wagon.
Throwing ninety pound bales of hay
eight tiers high on the wagon.
 
I remembered the muscles in my arms
my strong thin waist
with a tan equal to a black man.
 
We worked hard that Summer.
It was the “Haying Season.”
The work went fourteen hours a day
seven days a week for two and half months.
 
Looking back now
I now realize how really happy I was
each of those summer days in Cooperstown.  

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If I could speak the right words of endearment
would you rush to be at my side?
 
Have we not been seeking the same dream
a dream yet unfounded in our time
upon this world?
 
If I could speak the right words
I would tell you how long I have been seeking you.
 
The space in my heart was never filled by others
for they were not you
my love.
 
If I could speak the right words
they would tell you that I will immediately know
it is you
when you are before me.
 
The moment that our eyes will meet
we will know
we finally found each other.
 
If I could speak the right words of endearment
they would tell you of the eternity that I have spent
in seeking you.
 
A half soul
a lost wanderer
a knight without a grail
have I been.
 
Complete my being.
Awaken at my side
make us one.
 
Never to be alone again
for the eternity
that is still before us.

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Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

 
 
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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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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"It was a simple glass bottle........"

“It was a simple glass bottle……..”

 
 
It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
 
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
 
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
 
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle. 
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
 
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God‘s gifts to us are never ending.
 
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
 
 
 

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Walk tenderly on my dreams
for my dreams are me
with my soul exposed.
 
Judge not
the worth of my hopes
nor the possibility of their reality. 
 
If you are without encouraging words
then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams.
 
Are we not without hope
when stripped of our dreams and aspirations?
 
Look to yourself and ask
when were your own dreams scattered against
the rocks of time?
 
Take not your anger
with yourself
against those
who still have hope.

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Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

 
 
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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“One of Seven Poems of “The Master’s Series of Poetry.”

On this day
the Master revealed
His greatest gift to mankind.
 
This gift was rendered on a mountain of stone
reflected on a setting sun
to a multitude of many
in one of the many lessons
given to multitudes in those years. 
 
The question
that came toward the end of that day
was, “ Master, what is the greatest gift
that God gives to all of us?”  asked the young
man in the multitude of that day.
 
The Master replied,
“The greatest gift that my Father gives to all
is the secret of Forgiveness.
 
In rendering forgiveness to ones self
and also forgiveness of others
does a sinner reveal
the keys to heaven
and the eternal Love of our Father.
 
Forgiveness assures the eternal love of the Father
and being in the arms of His Love forever.”
So said the Master of my life
on this day.

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