Nothing ever small
Dreaming, another novel—
Writing with bigness
Pick baseball or golf
Swinging for fences or greens—
Which swing shall I use?
Congress at impasse
Where’s spirit to compromise?
Buried long ago
Too bad all the people who know how to run this country are busy running taxicabs or cutting hair.
I look to the future because that’s where I’m going to spend the rest of my life.
American comedian and actor George Burns (1896-1996) was one of the few entertainers to successfully navigate from vaudeville to radio, and then to film and television. One of the joys of his life was his marriage to fellow comedian, Gracie Allen.
Morning arrives, but not really too sure
Mysterious blanket stretches overnight
Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure
It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight
Tree tops arise above this soupy fog
Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense
While the sun waits, taking a long jog
Waiting on nature, makes huge sense
School delays pop up on the morning news
Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep
Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view
Headaches for parents, their day in a heap
Calmness and stillness thrive without wind
Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night
Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send
Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight
Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”
On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright
Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within
Warning all of danger, fog covers the light
Small town’s main street, deserted to all
Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through
Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls
Local police look out, very little to view
Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores
There is time for another cup of brew
A rancher returns for coffee and more
His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue
Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup
Better the early birds, hang out in their coop
My father once told me that anyone who worked for three dollars an hour owed it to himself to put in four dollars’ worth of work.
Learning is a daily experience and a lifetime mission. I truly believe in the saying, “We work to become, not to acquire.”
Bill Russell (born 1934) is a former professional basketball player in the United States. Before he embarked on a highly successful career in the NBA, he played on teams which won two national collegiate championships as well as an Olympic gold medal. As a professional player, he played on 11 championship teams with the Boston Celtics.
The Lord wants us to lay down our ways of figuring things out and instead to walk by faith.
From 2 Corinthians 5:6-7: “So we are always confident; even though we know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord—for we walk by faith, not by sight.”
This informative post will be posted on Saturday along with my usual writing. We can all appreciate some of the lesser known facts from around the world.
According to numerous pediatric dermatologists, duct tape is an effective, non-painful method for removing warts.
While searching for a way to store hydrogen and other gases needed for his chemistry experiments, London professor Michael Faraday invented the balloon in 1824.
These facts have been discovered in I NEVER KNEW THAT by David Hoffman (2009).
Anything is possible as long as you’re focused, determined and you really want to do it.
You pigeon hole yourself by the title you give yourself.
Prayer
Seeking God
Focusing on Him
Grasping His Holy text
Dependence
Prayer
Righteous faith
Praising Lord Jesus
Growing knowledge of Him
Transformation
Prayer
Spirit’s interaction
Divine grace transcends
Love touches each heart
Faithfulness
If you seek nothing but the will of God, He will always put you in the right place at the right time.
From 1 John 5:14: “And this is the boldness we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us.”
Looking out kitchen’s window
Hot coffee warming chilled hands
Cherishing deepest blue skies
Thankful to breathe freedom’s brand
Geese fly across nearby pond
Wishing life could be simple
Photo of children smiling
Catching each happy dimple
Sensing morning’s frosty air
Furnace cranks, erasing cold
Listening to nature’s peace
Fewer song birds to behold
Airplane flying overhead
Gliding to scheduled landing
Mankind dances with nature
Asking, without demanding
Looking toward tomorrow
Life’s cards showing all Aces
Feeling blessed beyond reason
Cherished keepsake embraces
Early morning is my preferred time to craft poetry, short stories, and other writings. Occasionally, the pre-dawn atmosphere outside of the kitchen window encourages my pen to just take off and write. There is no real plan or objective, but the words flow until a rough outline is coming together. This poem is a result of such an endeavor, and hopefully you–the reader–will find your place in the verses as well.
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