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LIFE TIDES

I shut my eyes, and I’m free

To really see

To really, really be

Some things we just can’t flee

Like waves of trouble all about

Like time that passes, passes by

I ask you why, oh why

So it does from the start

True love shores up the heart

A love you can not see

But dares to really, really be

You can’t see hope

But it’s there, yes it’s there

Hanging as if a rope

Walk with me these sands of life

Promise they won’t all be sands of strife

To live, to die, they say is gain

You’ll be there in that rain of pain

And when I shut my eyes tonight

Surely all will be alright

Stay by my side

And I’ll get through this dark, dark tide

Now in this sand I’ll hold your hand

The waves may scream my name

But I know who wins this game

The sun will shine

And yes, you’ll see, I’ll be just fine

 

SEEDS TO GROW

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You planted me here so many years ago

Tired and worn out

Must be my time to go

I spread my branches toward your sky

Never once questioning why

The days, they pass

As do the nights

Now ending with a heavy sigh

And, when I was nowhere in sight

You’re the one that planned each day and night

 You poured me full cups of sunshine, pelted me with wet rain from above

And fed me from treasures below

Oh, how can it be so

Tired and worn out

Must be my time to go

Tender branches once warmed by summer winds of long ago

Yes, my dark, dark winter is here

The falling leaves of death are oh so near

Come home you say

Your job is done today

For you planted seeds to grow

And they’ll forever stay

Don’t you know

 

Water Hole

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Sometime, when you’re feeling important!

Sometime, when your ego’s in bloom;

Sometime when you take it for granted

You’re the best qualified in the room;

 

Sometime when you feel that your going

Would leave a unfillable hole,

Just follow these simple instructions,

And see how it humbles your soul.

 

Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it, up to the wrist;

Pull it out, and the hole that’s remaining,

    Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.

 

You may splash all you please when you enter,

You can stir up the water galore,

But stop, and you’ll find in a minute

That it looks quite the same as before.

 

The moral in this quaint example;

Is do just the best that you can;

And be proud of yourself, but remember

There’s no indispensable man.

 

                                                                                                       – Anonymous

 

Sometimes we may think that we are the best at what we do, but we should always remember to be humble, and that there is always going to be someone who comes along that may be better.  I think that’s good advice to just do the best we can and let the cards fall where they land. Doing your best is all you can do, and being too proud of oneself always has a downside in the end. 

Waters of Time

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I call, and call his name but he’s not there

Sitting snug in his bright yellow chair

I lay on the cold sheets of my bed and just stare

Tears puddle run down my face

And my dad is just not in his place

Hoping for more time

Why I ask you, is life so unkind

Where is that soft, gentle voice

Why didn’t I get a choice

To keep him here

To keep him near

Footprints

Washed by the waters of time

Nothing can wash him from this heart of mine

I remember his whispering words that day

As he spoke from a smelly death bed, so they say

Cancer broke him down

As it does in many a town

“I’m proud of you my daughter

For the woman you’ve become

You haven’t climbed life’s ladder just to climb

Rung after Rung

Your purpose was “HIS” purpose

And for that, I’m mighty proud

Proud to call you my daughter

Because you’ve kept him number one”

“Help as many people as you can along the way

And make life a joy for all who stay

Those were his words, not mine”

I still think of him all the time

Footprints

Washed by the waters of time

Nothing will ever wash him from this heart of mine

 

Chosen Vessel

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The Master was searching for a vessel to use

On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?

“Take me, cried the gold one. “I’m shiny and bright.

“I’m of great value and I do things just right.

My beauty and luster will outshine the rest

And for Someone like You, Master, gold would be best!”

 

The Master passed on with no word at all;

He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;

“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine

And I’ll be at your table whenever you dine,

My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,

And silver will always compliment You.”

 

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass.

It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.

“Here!  Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do.

“Place me on Your table for all men to view.”

 

“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,

“My transparency shows my contents so dear,

Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride.

And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”

 

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,

Polished and carved, it solidly stood.

“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said.

But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!”

 

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,

Empty and broken it helplessly lay.

No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,

To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

 

“Oh!  This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,

I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”

 

“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;

Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;

Nor the one who displays his contents so proud;

Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;

Just this plain earthly vessel filled with my power and might.”

 

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.

Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.

Spoke to it kindly, “There’s work you must do,

Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”

 

Beulah V. Cornwall

 

My mom recently gave me a copy of this poem the other day which I had never seen before.  I wanted to share it with you here if you have never seen it before. What a wonderful description of how GOD wants to use us for his purposes, and how he intends to do it. He wants to use us and for us to give back his blessings and his love that he pours into us.  What a great reminder of the loving GOD we have.

GUT KICKED

GUT KICKED

 

Gut kicked

Nostrils filled with dusty dirt

Wet slimy spit drips

Eyes closed, head bowed

Deceived, lied to, beaten down

Worn, used up and out

Clouds yield to bursts of bright light

Night is gone

The day is here

 

Now I See

Ray of Light

Purple rays of light slice the dawn

Before the sun settles in and light is gone

I must pass the baton

I saw

Now I see 

I will forever be with thee

It’s now I know

It’s now I see

It’s not about me

The race is here

Your face so near

You hold my hand

I take my stand

And if I fall

I’ll surely call

On you today, and every day

Love doesn’t take a break

Even when mistakes I make

I saw

But now I see

It’s not about me

It’s now I know

It’s how I see

You whisper in my ear

I am here, I am here

Just keep going, I am near

Life will twist and turn

And yes, it can be stern

But when you see

That he is with thee

You’ll take your stand 

On his command

I saw

But now I see

It’s not about me

Demolished

 

 

Public Domain Photo

Public Domain Photo

Your heart hurts bad

It really makes me mad

 

Not a day goes by

That questions don’t fly

I wish I had some answers for you

I really, really do

 

From joy to sad

That’s what makes me mad

 

Astonished

Demolished  

 

Give me your tears

For all those years 

That could have been

And should have been 

 

How can I not be sad 

To see the joy that others have

That you could have had

You can’t discern

One day, it will be your turn

 

Your joy will be here

Even now, it’s so very near

I know your heart hurts bad

Try to turn from this valley of sad

 

Can’t you see

The light of joy will shine on you and me

The Shadow

The Shadow Tony A Smith

The Shadow

The shadow casts a glance

It’s really not just happenstance

They come and see me every now and then

Wish I could touch them again

They leave me a flower or two

There’s nothing I can do

Some live life to die

Others die to live life

Oh; the shadow is cast in the end

For you see, life doesn’t let you pretend

The days, they come and go

Like the wind, the rain, and snow

Footprints in the sand

Oh, they sure don’t last long

In the heart; that’s where they’ll stand

So shine your light while you can

May the shadow guide your fellow man

Some die and live

Some live and die

The shadow never questions why

When I visited the Fort Gibson National Cemetery this morning where my step-father is buried, these are the thoughts that came to my mind.  Yes, the light we have within us does cast a shadow that will long be remembered when we are gone.  The shadow is cast from the light within and remains.  A shadow is not made up of just darkness, but emanates from the source within.  May your light shine bright and may those who follow behind know the legacy of your shadow and the light you leave with them. 

Raging Storm

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RAGING STORM

Life is like a raging storm

rain, thunder, and all

You’ll fly up high into the sky

and you’ll be soon to fall

Out of the nest you’ll fall so far

travelling far from home

making a life for yourself,

making yourself a home

Life is like a raging storm

everything’s unexpected

Life is so chaotic

and the chaos is reflected

in everything you do

A simple pattern can be found 

but life does not hold any pattern

as it races against the ground

Life is like a raging storm

a mass of darkened clouds

But even though it can be hard

the eye of the storm can be found

amidst the roars and crashes of thunder

lies the eye of the storm

Make your journey back up from down under

back to the place you were born

 

Author – Kyle Smith – my 14-year-old nephew