Through The Front Picture Window

Perfectly standing In the middle of the lawn Snatched, saved, in a vase.

Blue sky through dark clouds Purple flowers dust the lawn Melodic bird song Sun beams dance through leaves Diamond dust on lakes glisten His presence is clear Prayers amidst rubble He still is risen indeed Christ needs no buildings

Visiting a new place Seeing a new face Experiencing life at a different pace That's the stuff wisdom and tolerance are made of Tasting different foods and flavors New sights, sounds , and aromas to savor Which tour to take, what activity do I favor This is the stuff excitement and joy are made of Learning a new language to speak Changing driving skills just a tweak Being bold in road choices, not meek This is the stuff fearless adventures are made of When visiting a new place you just never know How much you will learn and grow So if I were you I'd take a deep breath and just go!

Anger and fury can mask the all too painful truth that lies encrusted with icy numbness, and razor sharp  sarcasm. A truth that at one time was so easily felt and expressed. A truth that was evident so many years ago and yet wasn't it just yesterday? Last night I heard a song called "7 years."One of the lyrics said, "I was 7 once". It was about a boy going through different stages of life, and for the first time in over a year I felt past my anger and fury and I started to cry. Funny how I thought I had cried myself dry, and for a time I had. I guess my pain was just in self imposed remission. If I stayed angry I stayed strong. The only problem with that, is it doesn't allow you to grieve and feel the pain of love and loss. It's difficult to love someone who has difficulty understanding and expressing genuine love. Even harder when they make dangerous and foolish choices. So I grieve for the innocent childhood that is past, and the foolhardy ...

Why do people bury or lock up their treasure? It seems to me keeping it safe keeps the owners under too much pressure You need to remember where you put it and how to get there If locked in a safe, with whom is the combination shared? If you can't enjoy your wealth what good is it? Wealth that is hidden is like a comedian without wit. Your wealth is your friends, family, talent, money, gold or jewels All of which should be enjoyed and shared, love should rule There are those who love to search for treasure underground To them I would say get your head up and look around Why do you spend your life looking for that one big find? The wealth and truth you seek won't give you peace of mind Life is about sharing, caring and believing the Word Treasure hunting outside of your own backyard can become absurd.