My heart goes out to the people of Japan.
D.V.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Thanks Mom...
This is a poem my mother shared with me the other night...I searched for the author to no avail but I like it so much I wanted to share it with you...
A man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
and when the weeds begin to grow
it's like a garden full of snow
and when the snow begins to fall
it's like a bird upon the wall
and when the bird away does fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
and when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at the door
and when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back
and when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in your heart
and when your heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead indeed.
Anonymous
A man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
and when the weeds begin to grow
it's like a garden full of snow
and when the snow begins to fall
it's like a bird upon the wall
and when the bird away does fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
and when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at the door
and when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back
and when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in your heart
and when your heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead indeed.
Anonymous
Monday, March 14, 2011
Spring 2011
Here I stand on crest of spring
these fingers will do everything
So weeds I do declare
your time of end is near
Yes garden I shall make you bloom
I’ll dig away your winter gloom
This grass will soon be green…
like eyes have never seen
These hands shall work to make it be
‘tis written in spring time decree
I'll prune and edge with care
and bring back gardens cheer
Oh spring my dear I’ve missed you so
To see you bloom and watch you grow
These birds that serenade
perched on your leaves of shade
Oh how I love your pallet’s hue
and all the marvel that is you,
you know not what you do…
sweet spring we shall renew.
Deo Volente
March 14, 2011
these fingers will do everything
So weeds I do declare
your time of end is near
Yes garden I shall make you bloom
I’ll dig away your winter gloom
This grass will soon be green…
like eyes have never seen
These hands shall work to make it be
‘tis written in spring time decree
I'll prune and edge with care
and bring back gardens cheer
Oh spring my dear I’ve missed you so
To see you bloom and watch you grow
These birds that serenade
perched on your leaves of shade
Oh how I love your pallet’s hue
and all the marvel that is you,
you know not what you do…
sweet spring we shall renew.
Deo Volente
March 14, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Prayers
The least I can do is to pray,
the best I can do is to pray,
the greatest thing I can do is to join hands in prayer.
St. Matthew 18:20
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am in the midst of them."
D.V.
the best I can do is to pray,
the greatest thing I can do is to join hands in prayer.
St. Matthew 18:20
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am in the midst of them."
D.V.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sweet dreams
Why can't I have sweet dreams...
I'm cursed it truly seems
so shackled by the weight of thought
in all the doubts this day has brought
sweet wishes out of sight
and thus begins my night
to toss and turn and wrestle through
that's all in darkness I can do
for sleep shall know no rest
although I do my best
warm milk can never put to ease
what comes by way of gentle breeze
the moon that shines its light
is back drop to my fright
from prayers made down on my knees
I beckon to God, if you please
lay hands upon my head
and shield me from this dread
not yet I fear he said...
give time to hope, give time to me
give time to faith and you will see
these dreams are meant to warn
tread lightly in thy morn.
Deo Volente
March 8, 2011
I'm cursed it truly seems
so shackled by the weight of thought
in all the doubts this day has brought
sweet wishes out of sight
and thus begins my night
to toss and turn and wrestle through
that's all in darkness I can do
for sleep shall know no rest
although I do my best
warm milk can never put to ease
what comes by way of gentle breeze
the moon that shines its light
is back drop to my fright
from prayers made down on my knees
I beckon to God, if you please
lay hands upon my head
and shield me from this dread
not yet I fear he said...
give time to hope, give time to me
give time to faith and you will see
these dreams are meant to warn
tread lightly in thy morn.
Deo Volente
March 8, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Defeat
If I told you how I tried
how I've prayed and how I've cried
you may tell me that I've lied
but still it's true...
all the ache I hold inside is nothing new.
From the torment I can't hide
blessings carelessly denied
every wayward step that trampled within stride
bear the pieces of a heart that slowly died.
Behind eyes as cold as ice
ask me once and ask me twice
for the mirror of the soul that used to be
bears a darkness that I never thought I'd see.
Now I'm shaken to my core
and I fear there will be more
as the tree of lies is starting to bear fruit
you forget that God will always know the truth.
If I tell you what you've lost
what is priceless in its cost
you may roll your eyes and think me such a fool
but the wealth of life comes not by spark of jewel.
Ask me thrice is you so choose
walk a mile in these old shoes
them the edges of thy tongue won't be so able
for someday your hand will rest upon that cradle.
Now I turn to God in faith
to give love beyond thy hate
hoping so that I will learn to bear my cross
as I give to him that which I know I've lost.
Deo Volente
March 7, 2011
how I've prayed and how I've cried
you may tell me that I've lied
but still it's true...
all the ache I hold inside is nothing new.
From the torment I can't hide
blessings carelessly denied
every wayward step that trampled within stride
bear the pieces of a heart that slowly died.
Behind eyes as cold as ice
ask me once and ask me twice
for the mirror of the soul that used to be
bears a darkness that I never thought I'd see.
Now I'm shaken to my core
and I fear there will be more
as the tree of lies is starting to bear fruit
you forget that God will always know the truth.
If I tell you what you've lost
what is priceless in its cost
you may roll your eyes and think me such a fool
but the wealth of life comes not by spark of jewel.
Ask me thrice is you so choose
walk a mile in these old shoes
them the edges of thy tongue won't be so able
for someday your hand will rest upon that cradle.
Now I turn to God in faith
to give love beyond thy hate
hoping so that I will learn to bear my cross
as I give to him that which I know I've lost.
Deo Volente
March 7, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
What of it.
What of it at the end remains
one bucket in the pouring rain
Some things we simply can’t contain
and yet we dare to try
on wings that shall not fly
A fire that will burn with rage
shall fade in time but spread with age
For as the minutes know
the wind shall make it so
Oh butterfly so fresh and new
remember still from whence you grew
The Earth that knew you then
shall know you once again
What of it at the end shall be
why care at all soon you will see
For now is just one chime
upon the hands of time
One meager step beyond the crawl
that swings the doors beyond these walls
Where freedom lays in wait
and so too tarries fate
As caution hits the window pane
each crack shall know both sun and rain
but when these marvels sting
what then of everything
When anger is the stench of air
devoid of love, respect and care
Then every breath shall take you there
the blight of misery’s season
but then, you have your reason.
Deo Volente
February 28, 2011
one bucket in the pouring rain
Some things we simply can’t contain
and yet we dare to try
on wings that shall not fly
A fire that will burn with rage
shall fade in time but spread with age
For as the minutes know
the wind shall make it so
Oh butterfly so fresh and new
remember still from whence you grew
The Earth that knew you then
shall know you once again
What of it at the end shall be
why care at all soon you will see
For now is just one chime
upon the hands of time
One meager step beyond the crawl
that swings the doors beyond these walls
Where freedom lays in wait
and so too tarries fate
As caution hits the window pane
each crack shall know both sun and rain
but when these marvels sting
what then of everything
When anger is the stench of air
devoid of love, respect and care
Then every breath shall take you there
the blight of misery’s season
but then, you have your reason.
Deo Volente
February 28, 2011
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