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8. June 2004, 23:29:23
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Stained Compassion
Your poem is an incredible expression of the price of compassion, my friend James. You are an artist, no doubt. :o)

8. June 2004, 23:26:28
Usurper 
:o)
Y'all are welcome & thanks!

8. June 2004, 07:52:51
Dolittle 
I have always liked that poem, thanks for posting it Usurper.

8. June 2004, 05:18:00
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: ANNABEL LEE
...how sferic and how beautifully written.. thanks for sharing (again)! :-)

8. June 2004, 03:52:49
Usurper 
Subject: ANNABEL LEE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poe

3. June 2004, 19:28:22
rodeogirl 
Bernice that is the most wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing with us.

3. June 2004, 12:11:14
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Is showing off allowed?
Showing off is not only allowed, it is mandatory. Here we just call it, letting your light shine. Very fine poem, Bernice. Thanks for sharing! :o)

3. June 2004, 11:22:28
Linda J 
Subject: Re: Is showing off allowed?
Congratulations Bernice. You should be very proud.

3. June 2004, 09:36:30
Bernice 
Subject: Is showing off allowed?
Modified by Bernice (25. August 2004, 02:58:38)
Last year i was send a letter from Poetry.com to say that I have been chosen as one of the best poets of 2003...

hmmmmmm...they asked would I submit a poem to go in the " Best Poets and Poems of 2003"

Isubmitted the following

Memories


Memories are mine to share,
Cause I know you really care,
the times I've had, I'm telling you,
I'd love to share, but they are few

Life has been kind, well kind enough,
to survive this long I must be tough,
the joy my Family gave to me,
was something I loved, you see.

My parents have departed life,
back together as man and wife,
My sister has joined them as well,
She's having fun, I can just tell.

The sadness this all brings to me,
also brings back the memory,
of times that have come and gone,
but there you go, life must go on.

Now friends I've made, another story,
they are all part of life's glory,
unsung heroes, each and every one,
they've made their mark, my day will come.

To tell them what they mean to me,
to let them know I care you see,
they are all that I have left,
without them my life would be bereft.




I must admit I was a bit sceptical altho everything that I had submitted to them had been used and I had received all books/plaques/ etc that had been paid for.

Yesterday to my surprise, came the book and upon opening it, looking for the index (none) I dscovered that my Poem was first off the rank and and far as I can tell is the only Australian poem selected :)
Maybe someone can tell me other wise but at the moment Im real happy chappy LOLOL

1. June 2004, 22:36:24
Usurper 
When a wife disagrees there is no solution LOL

1. June 2004, 20:12:01
Skyking 
I have even sent her poetry by famous writers LOL

1. June 2004, 20:11:13
Skyking 
How do you explain to your wife that poetry does NOT have to ryme LOL

30. May 2004, 04:05:05
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: My Creed
this pictures a grand man with a golden heart! I can see from here - LOL

Thanks you for sharing your honesty, James :-)

30. May 2004, 01:07:19
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Faith
Thank you, Nomad - you are very welcome :-))

29. May 2004, 15:38:26
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Faith
Feel the wind on your cheeks
they burn
the rain comes down fast
washes you
as you step forward
unto
promising roads
smiling

the elements, no mind them;
poaring down on ya
the elements, they can't get you
down

Nothing can get you down;
when you keep smiling to the rain..

The Red Sea parted
you can walk straight through

Faith is carrying you!

Copywrite: Radiant 34
NJ - 05/29/04

29. May 2004, 13:33:55
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Thank you Radiant & Fencer
:o)
I created it for people like you, Radiant. And I sincerely hope that in the coming months your beautiful lines of verse will grace these pages again, as they have done so many times before.

You were an excellent Steward, Josetta, and you will always have a special place of honor here. :o)))

29. May 2004, 13:29:00
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Thank you Radiant & Fencer
Of course! You are very welcome: you created it! :-)))

Its yours!

29. May 2004, 13:25:59
Usurper 
Subject: Thank you Radiant & Fencer
For being so generous, helpful, kind-hearted & forgiving.

I love this board & want very much to see it shine with great poetry Old & New.

The members of BK are up to the task :o)

23. May 2004, 19:38:02
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Regret
James, you are a true poet. And I do not say that lightly.

22. May 2004, 05:31:25
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Forgiven Pain of Distance
Incredible James...all these poems you've posted.

It's good to be home :o)

13. May 2004, 04:01:09
Purple 
Subject: Re: Dark Existence
Very outstanding and moving Nomad.

12. May 2004, 15:16:59
Badinage 
1963 -- ABINGTON SCHOOL DIST. v. SCHEMPP -- banned school-directed recital of the Lord's Prayer and reading of Bible passages as part of "devotional exercises" in public schools.
1980 -- STONE v. GRAHAM -- banned the posting of the the Ten Commandments on public school classroom walls.
1985 -- WALLACE v. JAFFREE -- banned observance of "daily moments of silence" from public schools when students were encouraged to pray during the silent periods.
1990 -- WESTSIDE COMMUNITY BD. OF ED. v. MERGENS -- held that schools must allow student prayer groups to organize and worship if other non-religious clubs are also permitted to meet on school property.
1992 -- LEE v. WEISMAN -- outlawed prayers led by members of the clergy at public school graduation ceremonies.
2000 -- SANTA FE INDEPENDENT SCHOOL DISTRICT v. DOE -- banned student-led pre-game prayers at public high school football games.

12. May 2004, 05:53:05
Linda J 
No I don't Radiant. I got this in an e-mail

12. May 2004, 04:58:49
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: One Nation Under God
I didn't knew that mentioning the word "God" is not allowed in public school anymore.. I think, its a shame! I thought this was a free country?? Its very moving what the kid wrote & true.. Do you know its age?

12. May 2004, 03:59:36
rodeogirl 
Linda, that is so very right and I love your poem you but here. It so right, what you wrote. It is so very sad also.

12. May 2004, 02:19:49
Linda J 
Subject: One Nation Under God
Since the Pledge of Allegiance
and
The Lord's Prayer
are not allowed in most
public schools anymore
because the word "God" is mentioned....
a kid in Arizona wrote the attached
NEW
School
prayer.
I liked it....

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen

Jesus said,
" If you are ashamed of me,"
I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

11. April 2004, 14:26:11
Cat 62 
Subject: MY HEART IS ON IT'S WAY
MY HEART IS ON IT'S WAY

Just when you think you're the only one there,
Love get's your attention and shows that you care.
Just to find somebody still tryin to hang on
Though she's told him so many times, she wants him gone


You thought it would be easy to tell her good-bye
That it would'nt get to you if she were to cry
Certain you could turn around and walk away
When she tells you she loves you and wants you to stay

My heart is on it's way


When you feel lost and all alone
Here in my heart, you've got a home
And when nothin seems to be goin right
You have my love to get you through the night
And if it seems like love is taking too long
Just find the strength inside you're heart to hang on

You know that giving up right now would be wrong


Give her some time to get through what she can
Give her the confidence to make her stand
Make sure she knows that you wont leave here there
And you'd give her your love anytime, anywhere


She's got too much upon her to handle it seems
Just a matter of time til it shatters her dreams
All the love she feels in her heart is for you
It's not easy for her, but in time she'll come through

My heart is on it's way


Now I'm askin you to stay
Don't let our love slip away
I love you more and more each day

My love, My heart is on it's way



WRITTEN BY "CATTALLAC1962"

11. April 2004, 14:17:12
Cat 62 
Subject: The Chance
If I said you were the best thing

That has ever come my way

Would you turn around and leave me here

Or take my hand and stay

If I said that I could never love

Another after you

Would you break my heart in pieces

Or say that you love me too


If I lived one thousand years ago

I know that you were there

My heart cant beat without you

In my life no matter where

I know this may sound crazy

But we met by no mistake

And I know that you're the best

Of any chance I'll ever take


Written by
cattallac1962
March 17,2004
4:11 a.m.

11. April 2004, 14:13:46
Cat 62 
Subject: Heart of Glass
It's just not fair,
To come into somebody's heart.
And make them full of life
And swear you'll never part
Make them feel so brand new
and fall in love with you
From the very early start
It's just not fair
When their world falls apart


It's just no good
When a heart is on the line
thats only beats for you
To leave it now would be unkind
To undo all the dreams
Ripped out at the seams
Like its been so many times
Its just no good
its just a shame and such a crime

When you can finally love again
After so many years
Hoping he'll be the one
To dry up all those lonely tears
only to find hes just like all the rest
you've been through times before
and end up closing
What was just an openned door

Its just not fair
To come into somebody's heart
And bring them back to life
When love has torn their world apart
Knowing it never lasts
leaving a heart of glass
When you cant finish what you start
Its just not fair
to keep on breaking this poor heart.


Cattallac 1962
March 19, 2004
6:22 A.M.

11. April 2004, 14:11:04
Cat 62 
Subject: CHANCE MEETING
Unsuspecting romance
sun reflecting slow dance
living to enlighten
Arms around you tighten
Innocent as first kiss
Feel a hint of sheer bliss
Saving all the sweetness
craving for the weakness
staying the duration
Loving the sensation
Starting and befriending
Hearts are never ending



WRITTEN BY CATTALLAC 1962
March 24, 2004
1:00 A.M.

11. April 2004, 14:07:40
Cat 62 
Subject: THE NAIVE
In silent dreams where I have wept,
Like silent screams from secrets kept.
Their livid forms reveal their truth,
The irony arrears forsooth.

Like embers glowing from beyond,
Truth ensued left to abscond.
Impartial stead opined astute,
Entails reason destitute.

redundancy to find its way,
familiar still to lead astray.
Incandescent without light,
Profoundly wrong and shortened sight.

Urgent no more to refrain
confused in word, Emerged with pain.
Full enthralled, impaired of speech,
The truth unmasked and within reach.

Incessant explainations flow,
Where indecision first did grow.
Enlightenment, lost to deprive,
Expounding truth, it shall arrive.



Written by Cattallac 1962
APRIL 10, 2004

6. April 2004, 13:16:12
Skyking 
Subject: THE DOGWOOD AND ROSE
The white dogwood,growing in abundance
With its red wounds for our messiahs suffering
Are so very elegant and bright for my glance
To my feelng heart,this plant would be king
If I were to place a bundle in a beauty's hand
And place a nice kiss upon her cheek
She'd place me as a very radiant man
My heart and those white dogwood she'd keep
'Why not give the girl roses?' You may ask
A thorny stem lays under it's petals
A very painful hold of spears,she'd grasp
All the leaves and sharp needles
Though,giving roses over dogwood is most known
Dogwood stands out as being different
And more hollier than the sweet red rose
For CHRIST was naied to it,to save our sins
By RAYMOND FRENCH

6. April 2004, 07:23:30
Linda J 
Subject: The Easter Story
From the garden of Gethsemane
Where Jesus knelt to pray
To the betrayal done by Judas
On that grim and fatal day.
From the mighty hands of Pilate
Who wished to let Him be
To the noble priests and leaders
Who refused to set Him free.
From the crown of thorns upon His head
And lash marks from a strap
To the weight of such a heavy cross
Placed there upon His back.
From the thief who hung beside Him
Crying, "Lord, remember me"
To the gentle words of Jesus
"Today, you'll be with me."
From the darkness of the noon time
As He died upon the cross
To the earth that shook and trembled
In response to such a loss.
From the cheering cries of soldiers
As they took His body down
To the caring hands of Joseph
A follower new in town.
From the tomb where He was laid to rest
In linen cloth of white
To the guards who had to stand close by
Throughout both day and night.
From the stone that blocked the entrance
As it gently rolled away
To the miracle that happened
On that third and final day.
From the baffled look of soldiers
As they peered into the room
To the startled face of Mary
When she found an empty tomb.
From the strange events that happened
As the guards all turned and fled
To the words that came from angels
"He has risen from the dead."
From the frightened eyes of Mary
As she swiftly left that place
To the light that flowed from Jesus
When she saw Him face to face.
From the doubt of His disciples
When she spoke of resurrection
To the fear upon their faces
As He walked in their direction.
From the written word of scripture
He fulfilled in prophecy
To the eleven who had gathered
On a hill in Galilee.
From the words that had been spoken
Before He went away
To His ascension into heaven
Where He lives this very day.
From the bible on the mantel
Tis the words you need to heed
To find wisdom in its pages
And a light to sow a seed.
From the death and resurrection
Of the one we hold so dear
To the coming of His spirit
Now that Easter time is here.
From the colored eggs and candy
And an orchid trimmed in blue
To the truth found there in scripture
Christ Jesus died for you.

Marilyn Ferguson

28. March 2004, 18:12:31
Skyking 
If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

28. March 2004, 06:02:07
Skyking 
Subject: SATAN'S SLAVES
Decietful,litle people
Who's hell is their steeple
Who's minds are burning
Perverteness they cling
Killing and stealing
And all satans doing
Cry for God,won't help you now
Hot ashes you'll plow
Doing the deeds of satan
And your boney frames are naked using you, for his evil purposeFor freedom and dignity he'll crush
In the firey hell,you'll burn
If there's a next time you'll learn

By RAYMOND FRENCH

17. March 2004, 16:51:04
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: My thoughts for you...
barren ground and icy twigs
hard stones and still creeks

fragile

got touched
layers
so soft, but heavy

got burried

deep

dark
all lights out

within

and forever

it seems forever

barren ground and icy twigs
hard stones and still creeks

lay covered
and hidden

until
slowly and careful

layers got peeled
like unions

by many
a lil warmth

each minute
each day, month, year
a lil more

continuously
a lil more
warmth

deliberately
touchin'

each moment
a lil more

until

barren grounds
start blooming

icy twigs
blossom

hard stones
sparkle like diamonds

and

still creeks
develop to lively waters

like your
fragile,
beautiful hearts


March 17-2004
Copyright: ~*Radiant 34*~


For my friends here and in real who suffer, who are hangin' in there, whose beautiful hearts feels like stone; who feels burried and hidden - like underneath the current snow in winter; they will blossom again in their springtime...

With love,
~*Radiant 34*~

4. March 2004, 04:37:18
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: My Two Suitcases And Fifty Cents
What a beautiful story of perseverence, trust and love!! Thanks for sharing, Skyking :-)

4. March 2004, 03:39:50
Skyking 
Subject: My Two Suitcases And Fifty Cents
I boarded a bus on a whim,Traveling three thousand mile to meet him.Nothing to call my own,I left behind my family and home.. Two ragged suitcases as I decended the stairs,Fifty cents is all I had left,Otherwise my pockets would've been bare.I traveled far,seen many places,horded my cash tried to fill in the spaces. Never had I been so far from home,All these strange face of people unknown.Looking around as I exit that bus,Looking for this man I had grown to trust.Afraid I wasn't!! no time for that.I had made my choice didn't want to turn back.I knew he would show but if he didn't, I had two ragged suitcases and my fifty cents.Then out of the crowd this tall man did walk,He came up to me ,he began to talk.A smile crossed his face as he took my hand.I knew then he was the kindest man.My desicion to come was well worth the distance.He asked me this question as he carried my two suitcases,ragged and bent...What would you have done if I hadn't shown? I just smiled for this I had known,I had two ragged suitcases and fifty cents..With them I would go, someplace and start fresh,Here I would stay to do my best...I still have my two suitcases batter and worn,The fifty cents I had I have no more.I have no regrets as the days speed by,Together forever just him and I..The tall kind man he stayed the same.We fell in love.With him I will always remained....
By cutiejudy  

15. February 2004, 05:27:33
CurrentRiver 
Subject: Re: Happy Valentine's Day
That's a beautiful poem Pawnchucker.I've never read it before. Thanks for sharing. Hope your day was a good one. :o)

15. February 2004, 04:41:33
Pawnchucker 
Subject: Happy Valentine's Day
Here's a favorite of mine for all you romantics out there on Valentine's Day. I don't know who the author is, I grabbed this off the net about 5 years ago.


'If Only'


If only I were given a chance to dream,
And a chance to make my dreams true,
I’d force myself to sleep all the time,
Just so I could dream of you.

If only I were granted wishes,
I would only ask for two,
I would wish for your eternal love,
And the other I’d give to you.

If only my heart could write a poem,
It would write one just for you,
It would explain the way I feel inside,
And how much I’ll always love you.

Alas, dreams are only dreams,
And wishes seldom come true,
Though my heart can’t write a poem,
When it beats, it beats for you.

6. February 2004, 17:16:08
Badinage 
Subject: Punishment for bad Kangaroos LOL
O Kangaroo, O kangaroo,
Be grateful that you're in a zoo
And not transmuted by a boomerang
To zestful tangy kangaroo meringue.

6. February 2004, 17:11:44
Badinage 
Subject: For the love of a Kangaroo!!
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the duck to the Kangaroo.



'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but "Quack,"
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land and over the sea;—
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.



Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.



Said the Duck, 'As I sat on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!


Said the Kangaroo, 'I'm ready!
All in the moonlight pale;
But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy,—O who,
As the duck and the Kangaroo!


by Edward Lear (1812-1888)

31. January 2004, 02:06:54
CurrentRiver 
Subject: Re: Living & Giving
Linda, how beautiful and so very true. Thanks so much for sharing.

30. January 2004, 16:18:07
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Living & Giving
Thanks for sharing Linda and so true!! :-)

30. January 2004, 06:25:29
Linda J 
Subject: Living & Giving
Whatever you give away today,
or think or say or do
will multiply about tenfold
and then return to you.

It may not come immediately,
nor from the obvious source
but the law applies unfailingly,
through some invisible force.  
 
Whatever you feel about another,
be it love or hate or passion
will surely bounce right back to you
in some clear (or secret) fashion

If you speak about some person,
a word of praise or two,
soon, tens of other people
will speak kind words of you.  
 
Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul,
not secrets of the brain.
Kind ones bring us happiness;
petty ones, untold pain.

Giving works as surely
as reflections in a mirror.
If hate you send, hate you'll get back,
but loving brings love nearer.
 
Remember, as you start this day
and duty crowds your mind,
that kindness comes so quickly back
to those who first are kind.  
 
Let that thought and this one
direct us through each day.
The only things we ever keep
are the things we give away.

Spread Kindness
~Author Unknown~
 

23. January 2004, 01:34:20
CurrentRiver 
Subject: Re: Help
Or... Roses are red, Violets are blue,Sugar is sweet and you are tooo. :o)

22. January 2004, 22:04:50
Linda J 
Subject: Re: Help
Like... Roses are red, Violets are blue, I would love to see you but I have the flu

22. January 2004, 21:45:48
CurrentRiver 
Subject: Help
Hey you guy's , anyone out there that can help me.
I'm working on a memory book.

Remember, girls in the old days used to keep memory books, and bashful boys wrote in them.

Things like: "The road is wide and full of ditches, I hope some day you'll patch my breeches!"

And this one: "When you get married and live over the hill, send me news by the whippoorwill."

Anyone out there remember any? :o)

20. January 2004, 23:05:04
Linda J 
Subject: Re: The Old Barn
Nice story :•)

20. January 2004, 19:24:54
CurrentRiver 
Subject: The Old Barn
The Old Barn
A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The summer sun's beat down on that old barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray. Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home he's building down the road. He said you couldn't get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too ... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Good Lord knows what He's doing. And as the years pass He's busy using the hard wealth of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons, to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce. And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man's house. And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for the seasons we've been through here ... and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.
May there be peace within you today.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

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