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“But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness
of unfed hope.”
George Eliot
After another long, hot work week for Allen, Sunday comes and away we go, not only to buy groceries but to find ourselves relaxing and enjoying a deli... I am the youngest of six kids. It was the 1940s, and I was the first to get anything to celebrate a birthday. Landslide
Standing here…the ledge of your life
The rocks below sharp and steep
Pines line the path with strife
Cautious steps is what you need
Can f... "...when all this is gone / There will remain the echo of / Five generations one family''s love" Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch Few really know what happened the last two minutes of my Leah’s life. Not the family….just the two nurses…God and I. Someday I will explain…but now…bu... We can learn much by being still in the quiet of the day. If we but be silent and listen, watch and see…then we all can learn to fly.
[A poem about the recent tapes and revelations left by Princess Diana. The picture is a portrait done using a 3D program.]
I will most likely be leaving the den soon after six wonderful years. I have already cancelled all of my other online accounts…Facebook…myspace, and o... She resists
impulse
to check her map,
prefers instead
to see
how long
she might
withstand
controlled terror
of not knowing
where she is
on pape... Certain Memories Define A Child In Many Ways That Are
Permanence Of How They Perceive Their World & The Safety Of It....
I Highly Recommend EMDR The... A poem written as the result of a request from a woman who wished a tribute in memory of a kind-hearted friend. (Photo Above of a true prayer warrior...Rhonda)
What is a prayer warrior, and all those who say ‘I will keep you in my prayers’…Do they really pray, ... Dedicated to a dear friend Tammy whom I have not seen in many years. For she is as sweet as the flowers that bloom in Spring. (We love you Tammy, Alle... Allen wrote this in 2013 and it still applies today even more...Jan
The world is in turmoil, children are killing children. Nations are committing gen... The world is in turmoil, children are killing children. Nations are committing genocide. Small children are taken, lives are shaken and dreams of a fu... Sometimes it is easy to Criticize or judge the way others choose to live-i am costantly reminded as a teacher and fellow traveler in life that there a... (M)…Dear one… If we should forget the living, then pray tell, how then shall we remember the dead???
I wrote this after reading Mr Ed's poem 'Our Dying World' Another trip to our favorite eating place, Logan’s Family Roadhouse in Anderson. Also Jd, Jan’s son, met us there to enjoy a Sunday meal as a family.
... It's happened again...
twice in less than a year,
a missing, small family member,
our baby boy,
my Mother's Day kitten...
24 hours and still no sign... “The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.”
― Shannon Alder
At 2:30pm my little Minnie passed away today in peace. She was the last of mine and my late wife Leah’s little kitties. See the previous poem ‘A Prev... It’s not often that a weekend away from work I get. However it has allowed me some time to reflect and see the morning in a different light. Yes my jo... I stand now in the somber silence of dusk at work and watch the half moon wink between the tall pines. I then mouth these words to the empty space…”Do... My mother paid her to take care of me but she loved me for free. The way I talked as a little boy was entirely different from the way I speak now. But even today, when I talk, I can hear familiar sounds of the Appal... Me and our Grandchildren yesterday…and of course Leah as well in my heart. Please keep the Pierson family of Burleson, TX, in your prayers.
A friend's 17 year old son passed away during surgery this week; it is to the memory... Not sure where this came from, just sort of looking back I guess, I know its a little rambling but this time decided not to cut it back... <center><P><embed src=''http://home.worldonline.dk/steenmp/MIDI/Reeves/kalahari.mid''hidden=''false''border=''0''width=''350''height=''... I never had to keep a hankie available when writing a story... This morning, I looked down my driveway to discover that my 9 1/2 year old cat, Taz, had been hit by a car and was gone. I share this poem in his memo... Lost In The Mist
Blindly walking
through fog of milky gray
Never knowing
if I’m going the right way
Straining to hear
only the sound of silence
Inch... When a daytrip goes awry; when we miss our turn in the dark rain of a mountain night; we stumble upon a blessing in the midst of our plight. |
