12 Books That Will Surely Make You Cry



The War is Over for Authors!!


Thank you to our personal friend, President Donald Trump!! My wife and I have been in close contact for several months, with the President about the illegal bootlegging of our book, “There in God’s Grace” and other authors, by Amazon, Walmart, and other companies.

On Thursday, he signed an Executive order to involve the Federal Trade Commission and Homeland Security to investigate and possibly shut down these companies! Read the story here…


If you think God doesn’t look out for the well-being of His people, think again!! NO ONE is bigger than the Lord!! Amazon and Walmart think they are above the law but they are not!!! God bless you our sweet friend and Melania too!!!

Dana and Anne Bicks


They are life changing

A noble lady just told me,
A book had changed her life;
Can you guess
How I felt hearing that?
I was so elated;
Has a book done that to you?
I love books;
Or do I say
I adore books?
Books change lives;
Many good books are life changing;
They are a gold mine;
But not everybody
Knows this;
Lucky, those who do;
Books are a treasure;
And good books are
The best treasure;
One good book, I say,
Can transform your life;
If you like me to advice,
I will tell you:
Value books;
And give them a chance
To change your life.
Read as many books as you can;
And why not write yours?

A habit you will reap from; what is it?

When I stopped reading,
That was the end
Of a chapter for me;
I also stopped growing;
I only started to grow again,
When I started reading again;
Stop reading,stop growing;
Start reading, start growing;
It sounds simple,
But that is so true.
If you want to make it,
Don’t stop reading,
Start reading,
If you aren’t reading yet;
And keep on reading
If you are reading;
And make reading a habit;
You will reap from it.

A book that can change your life

There’s a very unique book
That can change your life;
It can transform you
From what you are,
To what you want to be;
It has done that for many;
Anyone who reads it,
And does what it says,
Will become
What they want to be;
A new creation;
You are no exception;
But you can only find it
By yourself;
It’s there, waiting for you
To come tap its magic;
If you don’t get it,
And tap it,
And let it transform you,
That will be all your fault;
Others will do it;
Others are doing it;
Will continue to do it.

Treasure’s hideout

I love the storehouse
Of knowledge called books;
And wonder if anyone doesn’t;
And why they wouldn’t;
Except from ignorance;
What books have done for me,
Is hard to tell;
No human being has done;
And I know it’s same
for many.
Books are more than
A gold mine.
And nothing can be compared
To a good book.
Some books have magical power;
Or let me say
Something like magical power;
They can transform someone;
Some books can take you
From the bottom of the ladder
To the top;
From the foot of the mountain
To its summit.
That is how powerful
Books can be.
Books are treasure’s hideout;
A store house of everything good.

My new book

I am in for serious learning this week;
I have bought a new book;
I don’t think I will be
The same person
When I finish reading
This book;
Its not only inspiring;
It’s a life-changing book;
I will not only read it,
I will chew it and swallow,
What is more,
I will apply the knowledge;
And I will get results;
Knowledge is for results;
I thank God for making me
Find this book;
And for the author.

The Cardinal 6.22.19

Spring was making it’s comeback

When a few weeks ago he appeared,

Just as dusk surrounded the eve,

Suddenly I got the oddest feeling

Like someone, literally was staring at me.

I seemed drawn to peer out my window

There I saw gently perched upon a branch, 

A cardinal dressed in bright red.

He wasn’t checking out his surroundings

But looking at me instead. 

I didn’t feel startled but calmness and peace.

Was he bringing me some sort of message?

And though I had heard tales of such, 

Of the appearance of loved ones lost, 

Until then, I hadn’t believed all that much.

Every fair weather evening since, 

I am drawn to look out that same way.

Often he is there and then he is gone,

Though I have never seen him depart.

But there just seems to be a familiarity about him

He, like my dad, leaves the echo of a sweet little tune

That continues to play in my heart.


Coming out this week in my  Great Cover Journals series is….

You guessed it – The Cardinal.

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and woo hoo! – K


All The World’s A Stage

All The World’s A Stage

By William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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