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A heart is a terrible thing to waste.
If one comes to you with this offering
do not scoff too quickly.
 
Love is a precious gift.
It is precious to the one who gives love
and very precious to the one who receives it.
 
Do not be hardened to this gift.
Accept this gift with kindness
and tenderness.
 
Love is the joy of life.
Love is the light of life.
Love is the soul of life.
 
Be thankful and gentle
in the receiving of love
even if this love
is not the love you seek.
 
Remember one day
you will be judged as a human.
You will be judged to the degree that you loved.
 
More importantly
how kindly you received love.
Love in its many forms
is God showing
His face to us.
A heart is a terrible thing to waste. 

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I broke your heart.
I know when the deed was done.
I knew then
as I know now
I was in love with you.
 
More afraid of failure
than giving myself to you.
I still can hear in my soul
the sound of your tears
on the tape from that day.
 
Two hours of tears and screaming
my name in agony.
I was the center of your agony
in my rejection of your love.
 
It has been twenty-five years
since that day.
A day never goes by
that my thoughts turn to you.
 
In my being
I now know
that the joy I knew with you then
will come again in my death
and hopefully with it
the joy of heaven.
 
If you are reading this
at this very moment
know this is one
who will always love you.

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“The Lord Defeats my Enemies Thru Michael who brings Death and Destruction to their doors…..Bless the Lord’s name, be in awe in the power of his angel.”

There was a certain grace to the look of him facing death.
He did not seem to have succumbed to the idea of dying.
He stood tall and proud with a direct look into your eyes.
His bearing, his eyes, said many things.
 
His eyes said he had lived a life of honor
and without shame
as to who
and what he was
as a person.
 
If he was guilty of any deep emotion
it was to have loved too much.
He had loved many in his life
giving all he had to give
to each relationship
without a reserve held.
He was always the one hurt
the deepest in the leaving.
 
If you ever knew him
you would never forget him
whether for a few minutes or several years
in the sharing part of a day with him.
 
He lived as a man
protecting the ones he loved.
He loved in the best of circumstances.
He loved in the worst of circumstances.
 
I am glad I got to know him on a personal level.
There were days of doubt in knowing this person.
“Yes” as one said about him in a dissenting way
“He always came out smelling like a rose.”
 You ask, “How did I know this man so well?”
It was easy knowing him
for you see
he was me. 
 

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In all the things
thou are to me
I remember now
then recall latter
the twinkle of your laughter
as you followed me quietly
as I ran from you in anger
over some silly thing.
 
There you stood
as I turned
with the biggest
of your smiles.
It was your way
of saying,
“I am sorry.”
 
As I remembered now
you knew more than anyone
the many ways
one can say
“I Love you.”
 
Did I remember also to let
you know this in my heart
at a time when it was
important to tell you
that I also love you
oh so very deeply? 

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View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.

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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 tabestruths.com

 
 
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 nurpublishers.com

Courtesy of nurpublishers.com

A ship in the sea of life
riding each wave of life
seeking the warm sun of each day
the beauty of each dream as night falls
is never lost
as  it heads toward the curve
of each horizon.
 
Storms will blow
onward do we flow
in love and courage
by His hand.
 
Tomorrow brings the knowing in His love
the vastness of the ocean
is not so alone.
 
As long as we believe
we will never be alone
for His love
surpasses all of this
this and time beyond
this brief sea of life.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

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Courtesy of dreamingmom.blogspot.com

Courtesy of dreamingmom.blogspot.com

Lord, Bless this day.
Bless me.
Weaken my enemies.
Render me Strength
Render me Courage
Render me Wisdom
to follow your Will.
May I be pleasing to You
in rendering Your Word to others.

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