In the quiet of the evening, he sat rocking, rocking slowly
And was warmed by the sun's gentle fingers.
He heard the chickens fighting, scratching greedily for grain
And felt the dog shift at his feet where always he had lain.
Soon he clasped his fiddle then began to play a tune
And sing sweet praises and devotion to his Maker.
"You held my hand, dear Father, and you led me to the light,
You showed me how to truly love, you taught me what was right."
Blind though his eyes had been from birth,
In his world, there was real beauty,
For his Brother had given His life for him
And had died that he might live.
In my friend there was a rare and deep peace
Things of this world could never destroy.
And those who passed by would think him losing his mind
For always he smiled and was happy inside.
"See that old man, that senile old fool,
His mind wanders on his past.
Children don't look, don't look at his eyes,
He is deformed and evil, how much longer can he last?"
And on hearing their voices and hearing their scorn,
He bent his old head to pray,
While tears from his sightless, staring eyes
Rolled slowly down his face.
"Oh Lord," he prayed, "please thelp them to see
The light you give me though my eyes do not see.
They won't admit to the sin that devours their lives,
In their 'wisdom' they are even more blind than me".
Thus when the sun was hid behind the purpling hills,
And the owl hooted from the old oak tree,
He looked up to the Lord and cried out for His mercy,
Till the Lord having pity, took him home to be free.
Daily Quote: The full measure of a man is
not to be found in the man himself,
but in the colors and textures that
come alive in others because of him.
- Albert Schweitzer
This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,
sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.
You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;
So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.
There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?
Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?
I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.
All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.
The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.
I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.
There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.
I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.
He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit
He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot
And when I went to bed that warm spring night
Mother told me why the egg was the color white
I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter
I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper
She said, it was my father’s idea, I’m his dear child
He said, it’s the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.
John E. WordSlinger
John E. WordSlinger Poet/Word Designer
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Daily Quote: Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
-Marianne Williamson
There in the valley nestled at the mountain's feet
I saw the wise old shepherd as he watched over his sheep.
He sat in deep contentment on a pillow of thick grass
While he watched his charges play, as they ran nimble and so fast.
When darkness slid down to the valley, thus blanketing the land
And the moon in shyness hid her face behind the restless clouds,
The fox peered out his rocky home with eyes that burned like coal
And slyly nodded while silently out of his hole he stole.
Quietly he crept to contemplate the guileless sleeping ones,
How he had waited for this moment and the time to make his claim.
In his mind he saw great victory at the plan that he had craft,
As he looked at his old enemy and scornfully he laughed.
But the knowing shepherd to his sheep, spoke on bended knee
"Young ones can't you see that to be safe you must abide with me?
The evil one waits for you; he is cunning, how he schemes...
Though if to me you are obedient, he never will succeed!"
Later when the sun stretched out her hands to wipe away the dark,
I saw the grey fox limp away, he knew that he had lost.
Then I marvelled at the shepherd and his love for all his sheep,
And drank of victory eternal with a taste profoundly sweet.
"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
-Galileo Galilei
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