Every path that leads to heaven is trodden by willing feet. No one is ever driven to paradise.
From Psalm 119:105: “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
Howard Crosby (1826-1891) was an American pastor and academic professor.
Distant memory
Winter’s breath melted away—
Rebirth springing up
Crisp April morning
Afternoon promises warmth—
Daffodils dancing
Sun’s setting calmness
Another night, nature rests—
Guaranteed sunrise
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With spring’s returning breath, our Creator opens a window filled with hope.
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(Updated April 15)
The glory of creation is in its infinite diversity.
I consider reading the greatest bargain in the world.
Gene Roddenberry (1921-1991) was an American television screenwriter and producer. He was the creative force behind the “Star Trek” series.
Early morning walk, going back in time
Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme
Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway
Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say
Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down
Mind arrives at different time and town
Dreaming . . .
More simple times, without high tech living
Days invite, delightful and forgiving
Riding bareback along this old canal
Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals
Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits
When icy winter comes, change to ice skates
Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose
Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows
Looking for literature’s lighter themes
Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams
Quiet evenings filled with family time
Gathered around for radio’s primetime
Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash
College football rivals looking to smash
Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage
Life filling with sweetness, each turning page
Back to reality . . .
Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road
Turning around, grateful for time borrowed
Looking forward to walking here real soon
Fondest memories, let them sing a tune
Originally published October, 2020.
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Whether we turn time backward or forward, we just might experience something totally unexpected.
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(Updated April 14)
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was an American novelist and short story writer. Much of his best writing occurred during the Jazz Age, with THE GREAT GATSBY being recognized as his best work.
From Psalm 51:1-2: “Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your steadfast love; according to Your abundant mercy, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.”
Heart feeling empty of faith
Crushing embers of hope
Wilderness of transgressions
Walking next slippery slope
Born into journey of sin
Following darkest road
Thorns of guilt penetrate soul
Stumbling under burden’s load
Year after year, without joy
Lowering head in shame
Chained to enemy’s false words
Searching emptiness in flames
Light shines upon Calvary
Breathing with Savior’s grace
Forgiven steps fill with hope
Ending sin’s unfruitful race
Deliverance filled with truth
Witnessing faith’s clean heart
Every sunrise guarantees
Elevating life’s fresh start
From Psalm 51:10-12: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within me. Do not cast me away from Your presence, and do not take Your holy spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit.”
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What a blessing we have with faith’s journey built through Jesus.
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(Updated April 13)
Unseen by human eyes, a great exchange took place as Jesus hung on the cross. He took all our sin upon Him and bore the wrath of every single one . . . past, present, and future.
From Romans 8:38-39: “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Charles Stanley (1932-2023) was an American pastor and Christian writer. He was dedicated to leading a teaching ministry.
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