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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 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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I am glad I am here,
to remember you.
In recalling our time together
there were many joys.
 
There were also times of sorrow
we shared in those times.
We had something very special
in the friendship we shared.
 
It has been many years
since you passed on
still  I think of you
each day
and remember. 

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Courtesy AngelsByEve.com

It was one of those days that nothing seemed to be going right.

My mind filled with racing thoughts

going different ways

Questions, questions with seemly no answers

as I pushed through the crowd

of wherever I was going.

 

Suddenly  in my own world

I looked up

and there you were

passing me ever so quickly.

The smile that you gave me took my breath away.

 

A stranger’s smile in a maddening world. 

There was such kindness in that smile of yours.

The warmest of feelings overcame me.

Peace and Joy was brought to my racing heart.

 

Long after you were gone

I tried to remember

what you looked like.

Were your eyes Blue or Brown?

All that remained in my mind’s eye

was the memory of that very special and endearing smile.

A smile that brought a smile to my own lips.

 

With a nod of my head

I gave thanks and appreciation

for this gift from a stranger.

 

Long after this time

a strange thought came to my mind.

Could angels be walking this earth

to remind each of us

that love can be

the gift of  the day? 

 

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Commentary:  It recently came to my attention that a Pastor of a Presbyterian church in East Texas is finally moving on.  What is so hugely funny, is that he is going to a higher level of administration in the Presbyterian religion. What started out as a financially sound church was destroyed literally by this Pastor.  In spite of a “no confidence vote…twice” this Pastor insisted in taking this over century old church to a huge remodeling phrase.  The project added little to the church and spent close to a million dollars of church assets and loans on the property. 
 
Since the remodeling, there has been no church growth to speak of, while the members struggle to pay the huge loan on this church.  Churches should not be monuments to the ego’s of their Pastors, sadly as this church had become.  Hopefully, the stain glass window which was dedicated to his name will be quickly modified to remove all memories of his poor judgement in his prior position in this church. 
 
Simply by typing in the Google search bar under, “Foreclosures on Churches” including the following link: http://www.reuters.com/article/2012/03/09/us-usa-housing-churches-idUSBRE82803120120309   one can easily see that it will be a matter of time that this East Texas church will also be foreclosed.  Recently one came up with a great name for a foreclosed church turned into an eatery.  A great name for such a place would be the “Last Supper.” 
 
 
The Sandals of Jesus are only worn by very special Ministers.
They walk with the greatest of thoughtfulness towards others.
Any form of harm whether physical or mental
would they never bring to another.
 
True gentle souls are they
in their centering of their love of God.
Always thankful.
Always demonstrating appreciation
for every kindness that comes their way.
 
They speak not of darkness but of light.
They are light
that brings peaceful joy to others.
 
Many lay claim to wearing these sandals
but few are worthy to touch
even the straps of Jesus’ sandals.
 
So I ask you the “Godless Ministers of God”
to remove those sandals from your feet
for you are not worthy
to have the name of Jesus
pass your lips
much less
wear His sandals.  
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“Many go by the title, ‘ Ministers of God,’  but few are worthy.”  Saying by John J. Rigo, Texas Poet and Commentator

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Courtesy of Favin.com

I kiss thee
with my heart
upon my lips.
 
My breath held
in anticipation
of the moment.
 
Held so long
afraid to take
that next breath.
 
for this magic
overtakes me
in this moment
forever locked
in your embrace.
 
 

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Courtesy of freaktyn.com

I am reminded of the child’s chant,
“Sticks and stones will hurt my bones,
but words will never harm me.”
 
One should not react in passion to pieces of trash
hiding behind a site name on the Internet.
Those who post slanderous words against another
have no spine.
 
A crawling snake is their closest ally.
True suffering was demonstrated by our Lord
Jesus Christ.
 
He was beatened and crucified as a criminal.
Lord protect me and bless me
as I worship and adore your name
through eternity.
 
 

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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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After all this time
my mind still turns to you.
Our love embers still burning
in the halls of my memories of you.
 
Still reaching for the feel of you
next to me.
The sweet smell of you
the sound of your sleeping breath
bringing peace to my aching soul.
 
Where ever you may be this morning
know out there in the cold cold night
there is one who loves you
beyond all that is precious to me.
After all this time
I still love you.   

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There is a happy place in my mind.
A place of loving memories.
A place where I have experienced love from another.
It is a place that belongs to no other.
It cannot be taken from me.
 
The joyful light that fills that room
cannot be clicked off by anyone.
It was a more gentle time in my life.
A time when another made me feel special.
Their words were kind
their touch was with love.
 
It is the place I am
when you ask me,
“what are you thinking?”
You see
in this place there is no meanest
no words of hurt upon my soul
no seeming lack of thought.
 
You created this special place for me.
It was built word by word by you.
Words of discouragement.
Words of anger.
Words of bitterness.
Finally you reached a point
that you completedly ripped out my heart.
 
In this place
I again
find my heart.
A heart that now remembers
what it was like
to be truly loved
by another.
 

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