
A little rest and meditation, often saves a lot of riding over rough country.
If you want to be creative, go where your questions lead you.

A little rest and meditation, often saves a lot of riding over rough country.
If you want to be creative, go where your questions lead you.

Successful people have libraries. The rest have big screen TVs.
You can’t hire someone else to do your push-ups for you.

I think it’s sad if a person’s whole self-image and self-worth is based in their job. Whatever you might be, why not try your best to live a more interesting life that includes other people, other cultures, and different worlds?
If I just did basketball, I’d be bored to death. How much satisfaction can you get out of doing jump shots and teaching someone to deny in the passing lanes?

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Failing once again
Life’s troubles bomb away
Whom shall I turn to?
Failing once again
Darkness moves ever closer
Where is the light?
Failing once again
Shame swallows me up
How can my spirit be restored?
Failing once again
Life’s torments engulf me
Why . . . why?
Failing once again
Loneliness surrounds my heart
What recourse do I have?
Failing once again
Life’s hour glass, now nearly empty
When will I be free?

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Failing once again . . .
Turning to my Heavenly Father
Never thinking of me as a bother
From a Cross, Salvation’s light sheds hope
Pulled up from the Pit by a Holy rope
Kneeling before the Savior, sins and all
Humbling following Him will be my call
Through a broken body and shed blood
By Grace alone, escaping life’s flash flood

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The structure of this poem features dual parts. In the beginning verses, the reader is taken to a much darker place. Using themes of sorrow, darkness, and hopelessness presents a challenge to both the reader and the writer. In answering the questions found in the poem, the ending verses are structured around common Christian themes of hope, joy, light, and rebirth.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.
From Proverbs 13:19: “A desire realized is sweet to the soul, but to turn away from evil is an abomination to fools.”

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere.
The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use, we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.

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Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.
The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.
The inspiration for this poem comes from a photograph published on Jan’s blog in her “Wordless Wednesday” post. Check out her site for some wonderful poetry, inspiration, photography, and so much more. There is probably a hint (yes, definitely) of the rustic and tranquil life experienced in the small communities of western Montana.

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Picturesque, isolated hamlet
Resting below mountainous shadows
Nestled along lake’s calming fingers
Life’s narrative writing tranquil prose
Sunrise crawls over the mountaintop
Cruising silently in their small boat
Early to rise anglers find their spot
Baiting hooks for trout with rainbow coats
Soon village shops begin to open
Curious shoppers fill crowded streets
Welcoming Farmers’ Market today
Locals selling homegrown goods and treats
Later, stillness returns to the town
Sunny, summer day comes to an end
Sun setting behind lake’s dozing shore
Waiting for tomorrow’s best friends

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An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he in her.
Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don’t recognize you.

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Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.
The young people think the old people are fools–but the old people know the young people are fools.