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Rain cascades softly on the window edge
Gods good grace falling, falling, falling!
A following fierce wind born —
Hear the music of a piccolo; no a bird!
The sky opens up to allow Gods power seen.
Listen; thunder roaring like a lion.
Instantly the sun’s rays appear
Signaling peace restored.
All is well! The storm drifts on!
Our immortal souls’ hunger for Truth and reject the Gaffes of life. Choosing the improprieties of life lead to frustrations, stress and heart attacks which result with poor health, of course. Our soul includes our intellect and will, choose peace of soul, face the truth. Be Happy, don’t worry! Change the channel!
Avoid the gaffe of CNN Et Al.
FOWC, “Pantomime,“ perfect word to describe today’s politics and media, everyone speaking but no one is saying anything.
The Pantomime Party
It is ILLUSTRIOUS!
Illustrious might in a sense, mean famous
Someone glorious and quite grand.
Look in the mirror to see how you stand.
In the eyes of the world, perhaps an eyesore.
In the eyes of God, you are much more.
Don’t envy the life of another; count your blessings instead.
There is this legend a man; who complained to God that his cross was too heavy. As the story goes, the man is now seeing numerous stylized crosses to choose. Some very large, others so tiny, some crude and heavy, other slick and light, splintered, skewed or straight; on and on, he looked to see what cross was perfect for him, for he knew we all had to carry our cross, such is life. He looked here and there for his cross, and found one! Picking up his cross, while looking above to God he said, yes!
God now looking down smiled and said, “well done,” that is the exact one I gave you my child.
So you see, we all have a cross even the illustrious people in the world have one, you only see their splashy outward appearance, not the within.
There was this exalted person, illustrious and known to God, while simple to the world, his name was Padre Pio who died in 1968. Padre Pio’s advice and moto were, and it is a good one, “Pray and don’t worry.”
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Opening my eyes while thinking, how bright it was outside my window, oh it snowed again; reaching for the covers while pulling them up over my shoulders; why is it so cold I wondered.
Feeling for the alarm, wondering about the joy I felt; I had another hour to sleep, turning over. I’ll just quickly hop out of bed, turn up the heat to warm the house and get back under the cozy, fuzzy blankets for another hour.
Not so fast! What’s this strange dizziness, I wondered, falling back into my pillows and safe zone, confused and anxious, I tried again to get up. To no avail! Quickly fell back sinking into the softness of my bed. I wondered what in the world is going on!
I realized all that brightness I thought was snow outside my window was in actuality the bedroom lights had been turned on.
Gulp! Who are all these people in my room I wondered! No one is looking familiar, and why are they just ignoring me! “Hey!” I screamed.
“No use,” a voice said, “they can’t hear you because you’re dead!”
“Like a candle, your flame burnt out and now you are all mine!”
“Yours,” I screamed, “who are you?”
“Don’t you know, I am the one you have been serving for the past several decades.”
