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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?”    
  
 
 

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.
 
  

"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. 
 
 

Courtesy of smilingmakescancergoaway.com

It was ten years ago.
The fall was fifteen feet while trimming a tree.
I was blessed in not becoming paralyzed.
 
Eight staples in my head.
A damaged knee requiring surgery.
A fracture in a spine that was now twisted.
A lifetime of pain with two fused disks.
   
I refuse to be confined to a wheel chair from a possible surgery.
The question was how to deal with the pain each day.
I did not want to become a drug addict nor an alcoholic.
 
I prayed for an answer.
The answer came.
“Giving my pain to the Lord.”
 
Each day the pain is a reminder
of the blessings of my life.
The very blessing I have
in glorifying His name
in my pain. 

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Courtesy of scotdodge.blogspot.com

It was my sweet Jesus
who brought me to the light
from the darkest place in my life.
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who loved me
and kept me safe
when no one cared
whether I lived or died.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who protected me against
the darkest of evils
that befell my life. 
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who showed me the beauty of heaven
when I no longer believed in Him.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who answered my prayers
when I cried out in pain and agony.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who brought joy to my heart
and hope for my soul.
 
It was because of my sweet Jesus
that the eternity before me
is now filled
with the promise
of His eternal Love for me.

Courtesy: Rodin Lovers statue in Paris

 
The gift of memory is the gift I treasure most.
In that memory is memories of the touches of Love in my life.
A kiss of deep felt emotion and love
when not expected.
 
The touch of your hand behind my neck
gently stroking my neck with your fingertips.
The way you reached for my hand
when we were walking together
a squeeze of hand that said, ” I am here, and I love you.” 
 
The full body hug of your endearing body formed to me
in a “Hello Greeting” when we had been apart for a while.
To touch, to feel, and know one Loves you within the Passion
that only being humans
brings to us.
 
“The Touches of Love” that makes all words
pale into memory.
 
 

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I somehow lost Baby Jesus at Christmas.
I know they say Baby Jesus was born in September.
Still it never mattered to me.
 
Each Christmas I was filled with excitement of the news
of Baby Jesus’ birth.
That changed several years ago.
 
My family discovered a religion between Jewish
and something else.
They tend to make fun of the New Testament.
 
They say Jesus was just another man
like other famous men in the Bible.
I been a get alone in all of this.
 
Still in my heart
I know Baby Jesus came to save me.
Baby Jesus opened the gates of Heaven to all of us.
 
In my heart Baby Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
There was no Christmas tree at my home.
There were no lights upon my home.
 
No presents awaiting under a tree.
Still in my secret heart
I know Baby Jesus came for me.

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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.
 
 
 
 
 

The Dark Angel will be overcomed.

Amidst us stands the Dark Angel
joyful at each victory gained against us.
 
A free will to choose Good or Evil
a gift from our Loving God
is a part of our daily struggles.
 
The weapons of the Dark One are many.
Darkness that covers our mind with sorrow
in our latter years
to place us in a void of hopelessness
and fear.
 
Lost of health
lost of loved ones
bringing doubt to our aging minds.
 
Are we to be snatched from His Love
at our Eleventh hour before death?
 
Render your darkness to God’s Love and Power.
The Lord will lift you above this Evil.
 
Never fear
never give in to distrust nor hate
in the darkness that attacks you.
 
The Dark One’s only reward in eternity is suffering
while yours will be in the Light of God’s Love forever.