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Found peace in myself , but that didn’t last.

Alone again thinking of the past.

Thought I’d enjoy just me and myself.

Content to put others on a shelf.

A friend now with God, I  found my life free

Well it’s not I who lives but it’s Christ that lives in me.






Distant look and far away mind

hiding a tear

letting the clock unwind.

Reminiscing through the years

wondering how and why

dominated by her fears.

This isn’t at all what she was after


in a house once filled with laughter.

But there came a knock at hearts door

T’was the peace of God

on Eagle wings she would soar!








Picture on the end table.

She loved him at eighteen

she loves him at  eighty-eight.

Picture on the end table,

portrait of their wedding day.

Eighteen year old kids down the hall,

laughed and rolled their eyes

at the senior’s stride.

Passing they would smile to themselves

knowing these did not have a clue.

He opened the door for her

as they went for a walk.

Your Time Now


Time to seek God again

If not now when?

Alive to God, dead to sin

Be a light where to begin

Evil fascinates

before it assassinates

God didn’t call us to procrastination

We were called to reach a nation.

God is Love

Glancing around for someone to hurt.

Dancing with the devil, you big flirt.

Discover God is love.


Depression says you aint never coming out.

your best feeling is doubt.

Discover God is love


Heart on a shelf

It’s all about self.

Discover God is love!


To and Fro

I believe that.

I also believe this.

Many roads lead to destruction.

Only one way to life.

Joy to the full.

Truth or fibs

A lack of discernment

smokes the mind

poor spiritual vision

makes one see double.






Count it all joy

Trials arrive through the miles

Sadness from what happens is Devils ploy

In Christ the inner man smiles

I count it all joy!

Shut Down

Conversation flowing like water.

Looking into far away eyes.

My mind takes you in,

while my heart drops.

Hearing the finality of your words,

from a feeling and space,

I was eternally to be found.

Cast out now

To a darkness where energy evaporates.

joy traded for sorrow,

ripped away past, present and future.

emotion shut down.

A Slobz Christmas

It was a few days before Christmas, the Slobz came for a visit.  Antwerp and Sally Slobz and their children Ima and Ura Slobz.  My heart dropped, as Sally hung her coat on the three foot tall glass Nativity scene by the door. Ima just threw his coat and boots under the tree.  “He’s so cute.” Said Antwerp.

“What’s for supper?” asked Ura, as she came through the door.
“I’m hungry again!”  Demanded Ima.
“Here’s three banana’s, on the table.” Sally gladly said, knowing they both would throw tantrums if they didn’t eat every five minutes.
“Those were for my food for work.”  My wife said.  “But you eat up.”

“We were hoping you’d have those Christmas cookies you had last year.” Antwerp said looking around the kitchen.
“Maybe she can make them tonight, and you can eat them here in the morning.” Sally comforted him.
“In the morning?” My wife and I said together.
“Surprise!   We decided…look Ima has taken all of the Christmas ornaments off the tree.”
“What” I said with heart dropping.
“He’s so smart…Ima put all the blue ones together and pile the angels over in this pile.”
“I’ll stack the green bulbs on the fire place!” Shouted Ima.
“Okay but move all the other decorations to the side. ..He knows his colors.”
“Where’s Antwerp?” I asked worried.

The children had wisely brought toys to play with. I believe it was every toy they owned, you could not walk through the room.  Feeling right at home, Antwerp and Sally laid across the couches, while my wife sat in the chair from the kitchen, already worried about the morning.

Shoes were everywhere not from playing with them.  That’s… where… they… took them off. Shoes leaning against a wall, the middle of the living room floor, the kitchen and one laid by the chimney with care.

“Ima stop shaking the Christmas tree!” Yelled Sally, as she handed Ura to my wife.
“I want to see the angel at the top.” He moaned
“Well I’ll get it for you!” She accommodated.
“Hurry, Hurry.” He demanded.
“They just love Christmas.” said Antwerp
My heart dropped again, when there was a knocking at the door.  I hoped it wasn’t anyone that I knew….
It wasn’t.

“We called and told the Messes, we’d be here. We thought we would play a game where you have to tell the truth about someone in the room.  Isn’t Christmas fun?  Are you going to play?”
“The radio just said there may be a blizzard.!!”  Warned Antwerp.
“No. I’ll not play.  I’d  better go to bed.”

To be continued: unfortunately

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