Monday, November 29, 2010

This Life




"What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God." ~Eleanor Powell








Gently take hold of me with both hands
and then keep on moving on your race
each breath a new gift
each step you take
becomes the
prize
you
make.


To read more prize offerings check out lovely Willow's Magpie Tales 

Fulfillment


"He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has."  ~Epictetus






You can eat a full bowl of potatoes, or a full plate of sirloin steak.
You can hold a full glass of milk, or drink a full goblet of champagne.
You can play in a full toy box, or own a millionaire's full house.
You can enjoy a full retirement, or save a full bank account.
But if your heart is empty, and their are holes in your soul,
you will remain hungry, and always long for something more.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Flowers Do Grow In The Rain


You ask why life has so many tears
why life's road is always rough?...
but with each day and every year
we learn another lesson about love.

Sometimes the path we choose
can seem to be too hard...
but how much more can we loose
with just one more broken heart?

A finished diamond ring
is not beautiful all my itself...
it cannot do a thing
without the polish cutter's help.

Going up mountains and over hills
we are running into walls...
we cannot learn the growing skill
until we learn to fall.

A heart like a flower grows
and reaches for the stars...
but our eyes do not always know
the necessity of lifes scars.

Some flowers along the beaten path
are hidden among the weeds...
the rain showers they must have
are what help the many planted seeds.

Sometimes it takes hitting a valley low
to make us finally look up...
at times only a heartache's blow
can make us feel true love.

You ask why there is so much sorrow
why does life give us so much pain?...
but too much sunshine provides no rainbow,
for flowers do grow in the rain.


Also sharing with Imperfect Prose with lovely Emily at In The Hush of The Moon


Monday, November 22, 2010

The Magician's Tools



He is like a fickle lover, awkwardly gone before morning,
yet smooth like the wrinkled sheets he left behind.
He is a true magician with tricks up a sleeve,
and well crafted illusions between each line.
He raises up youth in a elevation act
dangling upon a string.
Only to let go and drop it
in a disappearing act for all to see.
Pulling moments out of a hat, like rabbits,
that we can never retrieve.
A continuous magic show that you have to see to truly believe.
Yes, time is the great illusionist, and the clock one tool upon a stage,
for God, and man's time and calenders have never been the same.


To read more moments in time....check out lovely Willow's Magpie Tales

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Two Sides of Regret




It is a broken window that has two different views
looking out it is a distant ocean that we can never swim
and looking in it is an endless beach with sand that lingers
forever in the shoes upon our feet

It is a jagged tree that has only two branches
the one we grasp tightly afraid of the fall if we let go
and the other we can only gaze at for it is far beyond our reach

It is a torn map with just one chartered road that leads two ways
to the east it is a place we wish we could forget
and to the west it is a trip to a aged loved one we never took
that we shall always grieve

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Strongest Strand



If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
~Mother Teresa


We stand together an assortment of pearls tightly strung in place
embracing hope's truest strand longing for something greater in the end
but when our clasp together catches on the snags of life we rip apart
scattering in all dirrections yet unlike the pearl that gets lost amongst
the rubble underneath a couch never to be found
man makes his way back
fastening together
thread to stone
hand to hand
one heart
at a
time.





I have always been fascinated by the way that mankind has so many different cultures, traditions and beliefs, and yet, ultimately,we are all truly the same.  We nurture and adore our children ,work in some way to put food on the table, and long to make a difference in our sphere of influence.  We are worlds apart, yet as close knit as jewels on a strand.  Humanity, not matter how diverse, truly is an emblem of the bonds of the heart.













To see more takes on the prompt check out lovely Willow's Magpie Tales

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Power Amongst The Weeds


A whisper is just a whisper that when uttered in a crowd is hard to hear,
yet in the hush of loneliness it's meaning becomes quite clear.
A penny is just a penny that in our pocket humbly sits,
yet if we dropped it from a skyscraper oh the damage it could inflict.
A cardboard box is just a cardboard box that on it's shelf we do place,
yet if it stood in a busy highway so many changes it would make.
A weed is just a weed that among the flowers we regret it grows,
yet they hold the power to make us tend our garden,
for otherwise we sometimes won't.



Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Where The River Ends



Our lives are like a river
each flowing a certain stream
as we try to go the distance
to the grand destination
we must reach
there are hazardous
twists and bends
that make us sway
and hard rocks and branches
we must cross along the way
yet we must remember
when we reach the final descent
that where  the river ends
is simply where the ocean does begin...

......and there we shall meet again.


For Seth 




....and they lived happily ever after.....

....and they lived happily ever after.....
The End.