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A Shimmering Life

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Magpie #97
"My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. " ~William Shakespeare

Diamonds, fame, champagne, and pearls. Beauty, grace, talent, and curls. A 9 figure account, and 2 beautiful estates. A sexy limo driver, and a party that waits. A silver platter holding a glamorous life. The sky is the limit on every want in sight. Happiness should be her gift that forever unfolds. Yet, empty pill bottles are all she holds. I suppose one cannot have it all in this world. It is a heavier burden than one heart can hurl. Elvis, and Marilyn have shown this to be true. You cannot find fulfillment if it's not already in you.



I believe that a shimmering life is not a glamorous one filled with jewels, wine, and popularity.  It is an inward strength.   A glow that comes from a peacefull heart that knows the grace of God.  That kind of life has a way of radiating outward like light through a window.  Giving warmth to all who come near.  People like that are always a comfort to be wi…

One Solitary Tear

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Linking with Poetry Jam a great place for writers....check it out. :-)

"Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone and more fragile than a rose."  ~Turkish Proverb


One solitary tear may fall... yet hundreds of voices share the same cry. We are never truly alone no matter how it may seem. There is always someone else that has faced the same trial. Another soul that has been in a worse place. So take hope by the hand and hold on tight. Follow where it leads. Now repeat after me: I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.


The Keeper of The Keys,

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Image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

Magpie # 96

"When you say a situation or a person is hopelss, you are slamming the door in the face of God." ~Charles L. Allen


We have all heard of someone like that you know the one that whispers are stirred from
like rubble in a dust storm there's one in every town and maybe around the corner a coffee table conversation piece from the wrong side of the tracks
everyone has heard one story or another it is a person that you would never let step foot in your door who knows what would happen or what would be taken so you never take a chance or give the time of day you have more important things to do than even look their way just keep walking don't get too close or open windows
or
doors.




We think that we are above it; throwing stones, and giving up,but we do it in so many ways not blinking an eye.  You do not have to hold a rock in your hand and throw it at someone's dirrection to have committed the act of judging another's actions, or deciding they are beyon…

Occupy God's Table

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God provides all the essentials we need wonderful lighting  fragrant flowers utensils to utilize food for nourishment  and a place to sit yet I have so often preoccupied myself with striving to attain all these things myself filling my mind with worry emptying my pockets of bills serving only to exhaust all the energy God gave me.

When I think of the word "occupy"....so many things come to mind.  In the dictionary it says that occupy is to take or fill up,to engage and employ the mind,to take possession and control of, and to hold.  It seems that the things that we choose to occupy our lives have a hold on us one way or another.  Either they have a hold on us or we have a hold on them.  Hopefully our choice is something worth holding on to.


Linking with Poetry Jam and Imperfect Prose with Emily

Complacency Is A Cowardly Sailor

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Image by Mostafa Habibi
Magpie # 95

"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are for."  ~John A. Shedd

A place that becomes too comfortable to move forward is actually a very dangerous place to be. For the longer you remain inside it's stead, the tougher it is to escape the hold it has on you. It is a deceptive theif whose sand will only sink you wear you stand. What you thought was safety, was in reality a slow demise. So take hold of some faith and take a couple steps out where it leads. What do you have to loose?  Maybe some sand in your knickers?










The Horizon,

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"Time is the longest distance between two places."  ~Tennessee Williams



When I was growing up, I spent many season at my Grandparent's home.  It was a place of comfort, and a place that held some of the most treasured memories of my childhood.  Each room echoed of wonder and was a big adventure that filled my days.  As time passed my visits became less frequent with the busyness that life provides as we get older.  Growing up has it's rewards and it's losses.  Years later after my Grandparents had passed away, I returned once again to that familiar place to my heart.  Walking into it's threshold I was amazed at how much different things appeared.  What once seemed so big, now looked so much smaller in my eyes.  The home was still near and dear to me, but my perception of it's size had completely changed.  It was a place that I learned so many lessons about life, love, and wisdom.  Grandparents hold a wealth of knowledge and history that they gladly share w…

The Hunger For God

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Lunch, George Tooker, 1964 Columbus Museum of Art Linking with lovely Tess at Magpie Tales #94

Maybe the atheist cannot find God for the same reason a thief cannot find a policeman.  ~Author Unknown

We feed our hunger for food with a ham and cheese on wheat. We feed our hunger for success with a bigger title and a corner suite.
We feed our hunger for possessions with red leather stiletto shoes. We feed our  hunger for knowledge with the daily chronicle news.
We feed our hunger for freedom with a Harley Davidson in shiny chrome. We feed our hunger for a place in the world with a 30 year mortgage loan.
We feed our hunger for companionship with a pretty face from greatmatch.com. Yet, we foolishly choose starvation when it comes to our hunger for God.

Language of The Soul

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Photo by Ella Wilson

"With all your science - can you tell how it is, and whence it is, that light comes into the soul?"
~Henry David Thoreau


There is a language that knows no words.
It has no sound nor a ring.
Yet if you listen with your heart
you can  hear it's voice sing.
I have heard it in a babie's laugh
I have seen it in weary eyes of the old.
Once I held it in my arms in the midst of letting go.
It lingers in hope's calling resounding through the night.
It whispers like the wind though no vision is in sight.
Prayer is its sweet song that sours like eagles up above.
The closer that you look the louder it becomes.

Thursday Think Tank # 76 Soul's Whisper