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Testimonies: The true meaning of love in marriage – Part 1
The True Meaning of Love in a Marriage is Hidden Until Needed
The title of this article may be somewhat mis-leading, but is in fact, absolutely truthful! Although this article is written about true love in a marriage. The path to this love may sound somewhat strange at first. So just bare with as you read this article, and I believe you’ll understand my meaning by the end.
When we speak of love in a marriage. We could be talking about Newlyweds or a thirty year marriage like some of our Grand Parents were fortunate enough to have. Either way, I’ll try to explain what I mean when I say, It’s hidden until it’s needed. Only if you as an individual, have Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsReflections on the saying: I hope your kids are just like you!
Have you ever heard the saying “I hope you have kids just like you” Oh.. I heard that more then once in my life,but did I ever think that maybe just maybe someday these words would ring true! No way!
When I was about 15 I was living on a Military base in Europe. Some of the guys in my PMQ actually got permission to sleep out in a tent in that back yard. I was acuallt dating one of the guys that were staying out in the tent that night, So you can imagine the scheming began!. I lived on the ground floor of the Q’s and I was lucky enough to have no screen on my window along and Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsTestimonies: The best teacher and mentor I ever had
Mentor a wise and faithful counselor/teacher
Mentors
A wise mentor/teacher has discernment and sound judgment in teachings concerning what is true or false, as well as what is proper or improper. A wise mentor/teacher is inspired or guided by this good judgment. A faithful mentor/teacher is full of faith, especially in God; is firm in adhering to promises or vows; true in affection; loyal and worthy of confidence in their teachings.
Mentors in my life
These are lofty ideals for any human being to live up to. Have you had mentors/teachers in your life? Of course you have and may not even have realized they were there. I have had many. As I reflect on some of Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Spoiled – Part 5
“Spoiled”..in a trailed voice, she whispers.
Her eyes fixed on a woman..with giggling daughters.
Singing happily, they laugh, as they chase one another.. in play.
Safe and warm must be their nights.
For carefree, are their days.
Nurture and love, they unmistakably display.
“Spoiled”..I hear her whisper.
Her eyes now in a daze.
I mistakenly deemed her a cold woman.
Just by the bitter things she’d say.
Until I watched a tear form..
and fall from her cheek one day.
Standing stiff, almost frozen.
With a pained look upon her face.
I asked what was the matter.
Then her stare I traced.
A father held his daughter.
He comforted her tears.
Rocking and whispering softly..
loving words into her ears.
Looking Read the rest of this entry »
Poetry: The ocean
Villanelle No. 1
Oh! Breathless sea; stone grey eternity.
This the very movement of sleep and birth,
This, our beating life, of concrete and sea.
A tale told with age old despondency
of sea gagged-howls and wind torn curses.
Oh! Breathless sea; stone grey eternity.
A town fallen, smoothed to ocean bed scree,
stone heavy waves give rough falls of relief.
This, our beating life, of concrete and sea.
A devils throat swallows hope without pity
with a smoking sliver of wind curled surf,
Oh! Breathless sea; stone grey eternity.
Bells wash from a fallen tower, mutely
rocked to remind us the rhythms of death:
This, our beating life, of concrete and sea.
When seasons unfurl the shore folded fog,
and faces gaze with Read the rest of this entry »
Short stories: Going to the doctors office – Part 3
Yesterday was check-up’s at the pediatrician for my 1 month old son. Load up I told my 2 1/2 year old as we predared to leave. He Tigger jumped off of the couch, landing a bit awkwardly and proceeded to the car in an efficient though slow manner.
We get to the pediatricians office and I hurry to get both boys out of the car. “Carry me Mommy.” “No honey, you are a big boy please walk.” “No mommy, I hurt carry me.” I brushed the comment aside since I was in a hurry placing the baby carrier and diaper bag on one arm and my 2 year old in the other I rushed inside, registered Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Living in the now
In the Moment, the Moment is,
And in the now, the now resides.
The only time is now, because the moment of now is only seen in the moment of now.
The time of now is the time of eternity, and eternity is an eternal moment found only now.
A movement of love is in the moment.
A moment where two hearts touch and reached into the moment of staying still now with each other.
The love of two hearts meeting now in the moment lifts both hearts to new levels,
And so creates new moments for each heart and each soul caught in the now by their love.
The glimpse, the connection, the felt love of two hearts meeting.
Now and in every moment Read the rest of this entry »
Poetry: Dying
Last Verse of Being-
The sound of my own breathing fades
And the dimly lit room full of faces from
This tome of moments I call my life are waiting.
I want to remember so many things.
Breathe,
Just breathe.
I want to remember how the oranges
Tasted that grew in my front yard,
And the sweetly acrid smell they spread
Through our opened windows
On the warmer days.
I have seen so many things,
Enough,
Just enough.
I want to remember the feeling
Of my grandmother’s hands
When they played with my hair as a boy,
And how they looked like crumpled paper
And smelled like the jasmine in her yard.
I have touched so many things,
Feel,
Just feel.
But now there is a thickening Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Beauty
Floating on dreamlike mists of haunted love
Angelic tomes atop cherubic doves
But hark, if thy knights of passions die
And beauty stalls and takes an oath to fly
Unto another realm where spirits be ..
A love so pure that time itself shall heed
And Camelot whence shall the troops return
To spy a pyre atop his frame doth burn
I kneel before a princess purest fair
And quote my love that kingdoms will despair
Corpus Christi, reach to grasp the grail
Oh holiest of one, witness to travail
Testimonies: Talents without career and careers without talent
Talent is the skill acquired by an individual for performing a job and continuing as a career. A career with out a talent or a skill will lead to disappointment at a critical time of competition.
WHAT IS A TALENT?
Talent is a skill developed by education, training and specialization in order to perform the desired job in a way that bring satisfaction to the employer and employed.This is developed by an the attitude of the person involved.
A CAREER WITH A TALENT:
In a formal training, he needs to concentrate to learn, practice,repeat practicing and then become a specialist in course of time. His skill becomes a talent and appreciated by the beneficiaries. He deserves to get suitable rewards as remuneration Read the rest of this entry »
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