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Only God can move mountains, but faith and prayer can move God.
From Mark 11:23: “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. “
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There are little eyes upon you
And they’re watching night and day
There are little ears that quickly
Take in every word you say
There are little hands all eager
To do anything you do
And a little boy who’s dreaming
Of the day he’ll be like you
You’re the little fellow’s idol
You’re the wisest of the wise
In his little mind about you
No suspicions ever rise
He believes in you devoutly
Holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way
When he’s grown up like you
There’s a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you’re always right
And his ears are always open
And he watches day and night
You are setting an example
Every day in all you do
For the little boy who’s waiting
To grow up and be like you
Author Unknown
When I was coaching years ago at a high school in Montana, the football coach gave all of the coaches a framed copy of this poem. I have carried it with me for all of these years, and it has special meaning to me as one who worked with young athletes for about 30 years.
This poem is easy to find on other Internet sites. Some of the posts use a different title, but the words remain the same. The author has remained unknown. Many young athletes aspire to follow an older athlete . . .
Waiting to grow up and be like you!
Witnessing God’s creation in the early dawn light
Illuminating from the sun’s rays, always so bright
Walking again on the trails at Chestnut Ridge this morn
Experiencing nature’s miracle, almost like being reborn
Hearing a chorus of birds, heralding the arrival
Welcoming all back from this winter’s survival
Flowing beneath a small bridge, a tiny creek runs by
Catching the run-off from nature’s tears which cry
Crying with happiness at God’s awesome wonder
Waking up the land from a long winter’s slumber
Sprouting skyward along the fringes of a narrow path
Adding a fresh, green carpet with color ready to splash
Rustling through the still leafless trees
Blowing wind brings a coolness for free
Appreciating these moments with God alone
Checking never to see who texts to my phone
Dashing down a steep hill, moves a solitary deer
Escaping my camera, she has nothing to fear
Spying the final remnants of an eroding tree stump
Framing its presence with moss growing in clumps
Flying in, a robin red-breast assesses the ground
Thinking to myself, haven’t seen you much around
Holding a brief meeting, a pair of squirrels scatters
Scurrying away to a safe, rotting log, now in tatters
Noticing few walking these trails, not very fast
Allowing me to enjoy a conversation that lasts
Winking through thickets of trees, towering and ancient
Shining sun brings out God’s true and loving patience
Do you enjoy a small, sweet taste of chocolate from time to time?
Diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes a few years ago, my dietary habits have changed significantly. With additional help from taking meds and putting in lots of exercise, my current health condition has improved dramatically. I am no longer considered pre-diabetic (Hooray!).
While Big Sky Buckeye maintains a healthy lifestyle, sometimes even a writer needs to enjoy something sweet (in a good way) with chocolate. Truthfully, I am more addicted to coffee than sweets.
Here’s a recipe for Chocolate Peanut Butter Carb Bombs. My version of these “carb bombs” is unique to my tastes. I have modified the original ingredients to the ones shown below, but you can search the Internet for other versions of this simple recipe.
Melt together (slowly):
Heat the mixture slowly on low temperature until all of the ingredients have melted. Then remove from the heat.
Add and stir in:
Pour the mixture into molds (I use small muffin liners in a regular size muffin pan. The recipe will make 12 servings.
Freeze the molds until totally frozen. Then remove them from the muffin pan to store in an air-tight container or a zip-lock bag in the freezer. The “carb bombs” melt quickly when they are out of the freezer.
This version uses more peanut butter without adding any type of sweetener. This adjustment brings out more peanut butter flavor without taking away from the chocolate.
Additional Notes:
This recipe has been thoroughly tested by Big Sky Buckeye and two of his grandchildren, who all give it an impressive “Thumbs-Up”.
If you appreciate additional sweetness, you will find more of it in these previously published poems. Enjoy!
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When I stumble
My body tumbles
Weakness fills me
Not worthy to see
Attempting to move
Just not in my groove
People walk right by
None saying even “hi”
Ignoring me there
Silence never fair
Feeling so much alone
Picking up my phone
Finding short text to read
Responding to my needs
Standing up now
Kneeling to bow
The message sustains
No, I’m not to blame
“My brother, rise up thee
Now, always follow me”
Jesus!
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Actor
John Wayne
Westerns and more
The Searchers, True Grit
Legendary
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Beautiful
Lovely woman
Amazingly stunning dress
She’s a hot ticket!
Always
Here is a link to “Elfchen Series #2” in case you missed it.
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Found in Ohio
Worthless nut, falling to earth
Send to Michigan
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Snowflakes flutter down
Gently covering the grass
God paints a landscape
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Puppy in front yard
Painting the front porch’s floor
Little, gray paw prints
Here is a link to “Haiku Series #8” in case you missed it.
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American flag
hangs mournfully
at half mast
Honoring a
courageous, fallen soldier
on a distant battlefield
Many come
to honor this
patriotic, young man
Supporting his loved ones
Family, wife, and children
Who will miss
his gentle soul
Let us
never forget
this day!
The ultimate sacrifice
paid by
one mighty soldier
So many others
may be free
U.S. Army Specialist Joseph P. Collette died on March 22, 2019 from enemy fire in Afghanistan while on a combat mission. This poem is written to honor him along with all who have fallen.
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The world of numbers is amazing and alive
All enrich lives as we conquer and divide
A great lucky number is one
Life’s always so much fun
Superstitions warn us that thirteen
Is very unlucky unless one is a teen
One may be the loneliest number for sure
Unless two brings love that feels so pure
Seven continents and seven days in a week
Seven may bring even better fortunes to seek
Some exclaim seven will bring luck
Unless it keeps one forever stuck
A popular lottery number is eleven
Bringing more luck than even seven
The twelve tribes of Israel come to mind
Twelve months of the year fit just fine
The posted highway speed limit sits at 50
Sorry officer, my foot was a bit heavy at 60
March 14 is well known to students for its “pi”
Perchance, there is a “real” piece if we all try
The Hawaiian alphabet is made up of thirteen letters
For some, the thirteen floor is unlucky, never better
Down under in Australia, koalas soundly sleep
For eighteen hours without even a small peep
Do you like to see what your numbers say?
Make a comment for others to read today
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Teach a man a rule and you help him solve a problem; teach a man to walk with God and you help him solve the rest of his life.
Big Sky Buckeye 