Brace up!

Difficult is our world;
Life, so full of ups and downs;
Worries, anxieties, fears abound,
People numerous wading through;
Doubts and frustrations enormous;
Success a much far cry;
To the rocks, hopes often dashed.
But why so difficult?
A hard question no doubt;
But at the tunnel’s end,
Flickers hope;
Indicating all is not dark;
Bright things still ahead,
Though dormant they may lie;
But who digs deep
Will cough them up;
Brace up then and start to dig.


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Dog Days

I’m just so thankful to say “we made it” as we hold hands and pray for tomorrow.

From my back porch, the breeze filters around from the East but storm clouds brew from out of the West. I hear the thunder where lightning has been and the rain falls from the heavens above. I watch the sun as it majestically shines knowing it won’t be long before the storm rolls in. It’s not the weather I’ve come to love but the peace I feel from within my heart as I sit and enjoy my very first cup of coffee. I thank God for another night of quiet where I wish the world could, for just one night, lie down in peace and let love govern.

Dog Days

Reminiscing the fifties, growing up was centered around the word “respect”. It appeared the world was a much happier place to be in. We didn’t know what was going on and the only internet was a Civic Association. Things were simpler. You could see the street when you opened your hood but chores came first before Mom made us go outside to play. We’d steal the jokers from our parent’s bridge decks and clothespins off the line to make our bikes sound like motorcycles – that is until we got caught! Homework came first, you know, before TV. We had to think and memorize without referring to a laptop.

We learned to think and fend for ourselves as the war broke out. The focus changed and cannons sounded like thunder as we never knew if there’d be a tomorrow. Our lives in turmoil, we ran away from home.

Those days do not matter anymore. We look so bad as free speech has no control and the respect we learned is out the window. We now fend for our own safety as there are some who’d like to destroy the very origin of which we were taught.

I sit on my little back porch guarded by my flowers and the scent of manicured lawns permeates the air. The rain is about to take over. The sun has now risen high above the thunder that reminds us all of tough times past. I’m just so thankful to say “we made it” as we hold hands and pray for tomorrow. Life is an awesome commodity as family scrapbooks share those wonderful moments in time, and, yearbooks from a high school that once existed too.

So, I hold on to life, as my friends and memories cross my thoughts. I pray that someday our kids will feel the life we brought to them and I wonder if they, too, will remember…these dog days.

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I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world  (John 16:33)

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.   (Jeremiah 29:11)

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God’s Little Girl

In a quiet cloudy early morn, I locked the door, not knowing where or who I’ll meet but I’m off!  Down the hill, I feel the world, as the weight lies squarely upon my shoulders. I turn the corner, and found myself, majestically, protected by the awesome power of some beautiful trees.  Like a painting, they gather to cover the sidewalk. Long before the light of day, I, too, walk and pray that God hears my prayers.

Subdued in the dark, an image appears – tall and slender, blonde and silky. It approaches me.  A breeze stirs that refreshes the air.  I take a deep breath, my heart ignites, and a joy resonates from deep within.

“Good morning mam”, I said with a smile, as I address her in her rejuvenated youth. Even to see her acknowledge me delighted my spirit inside. Drawing near, her hand twirls her hair like the leaves on branches in the morning breeze. Walking toward her, I could see her glow. What a magnificent thing of beauty God has put on this Earth! She would remind you of the sun’s rays glistening through the foliage. Though it appeared we were miles away, there she was, standing right in front of me.

God's Little Girl

I asked for her name so as to address this goddess properly. She nodded her head still twisting her silky, spun strands. I changed the subject and talked about the weather. I thought, “we’ll have it your way”. Her perfect smile and a complexion that photographers dream of – I stood and just listened as she spoke. Articulate in her annunciation, I wondered if she was from another planet because no one spoke like this around these parts.  I reiterated, “please tell me your name”.  Intrigued beyond belief, who am I, but, an old man she should have no time for.

In an apparent tone, so as not to wake the neighbors, she said, “Dawn”, just like that!  No last name. What’s the big secret, I thought to myself.  Giving up on her, it was too pretty of a day. Nodding and continuing on, I thought, I’m too old to compete with her youthfulness. Wanting to take another look to see if she was real, was my mind playing a trick?  I turned around, and sure enough, the sun had broken through the morning clouds left by night and she was gone.  Still in a fog, I asked God, “what was the meaning of this encounter? Who was this angel?”

The trees above swayed, parting the glaring shade. God said, “I sent you Dawn”.  Puzzled by the remark, I questioned, “why such a pretty princess”?  He chuckled and said, “Dawn – my little girl, full of life, never grows old. She’s the one I want the world to wake to – dawn, humble and full of hope – Dawn the delight of morn”.  Now amazed and blown away, had I just met an angel sent by the Lord above? I guess. Maybe it is the first thing we look forward to – like a morning cup – to help us wake. And, there is Dawn, who came to share what God had brought me, another day of ” life”.


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The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.   (Lamentations 3:22-23)

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Land of opportunity

We want to make this site
A land of opportunity
For bloggers;
A land of opportunity
For young people;
A land of opportunity
For men;
A land of opportunity
For women;
A land of opportunity
For those who want to succeed.
A land of opportunity
For all and sundry.

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Quotes Of The Day

A man is but the product of his thoughts; what he thinks, he becomes.


You must be the change you wish to see in the world.


∞ Mahatma Gandhi ∞

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For some reasons that I know,

By silence that echoes,

My words, they shy.

My words, they conspire,

My words, waving a web of unspoken thoughts,

They collude,

They’re frozen in time,

Crossing my incomplete thoughts,

The deep place that I wish to keep for myself.

For some reasons, my words betrayed me today.

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What power do you have
That brings men of power
On their knees?

Stronger than you know;

The real architect of the world;
Many things at home you shape;
The real leader
Who goes for a follower.

What would the world be
If you took a holiday for one day?

You are a treasure;
A treasure to your family;
A treasure to your country;
A treasure to the world.

Know yourself;
Know your place;
Know your worth;
And keep playing your role;
You are a blessing to the world.

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