On This Memorial Day © Emily Toma

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Remember those who served before.
Remember those who are no more.
Remember those who serve today.
Remember them as we eat and play.
Remember our protectors-
who are not home today.
Remember them all on Memorial Day.

Mothers Are a Special Gift by Faye Diane Kilday

Mom

Mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
They bless us with their nurturing,
And fill us with their love.

They pick us up when we are down,
And when we’re sad they know,
They’re always there to lend a hand,
And guide us as we go.

And mothers are like special jewels
that can’t be bought or sold…
A mother’s love’s more precious
than the rarest gem or gold.

Yes, mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
And we’ll be blessed forever with
their never ending love!

Spring Is Just Around The Corner

 

flowers image designThe sky is clear and the sun is bright
Yes, spring is just around the corner
The air is brisk and light
Yes, spring is just around the corner
The branches on the tree are starting to bud
Yes, spring is just around the corner
The greens of the flowers are starting to make
their way out of the ground, they have been sleeping under
Yes, spring is just around the corner
The days are longer and brighter
Yes, spring is just around the corner.

A BIRTHDAY PRAYER FOR MOM by Henry Van Dyke

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Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
A mother’s love and tender care:
And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer.Protect her life, I pray,
Who gave the gift of life to me;
And may she know, from day to day,
The deepening glow of Life that comes from Thee.As once upon her breast
Fearless and well content I lay,
So let her heart, on Thee at rest,
Feel fears depart and troubles fade away.Her every wish fulfill;
And even if Thou must refuse
In anything, let Thy wise will
A comfort bring such as kind mothers use.Ah, hold her by the hand,
As once her hand held mine;
And though she may not understand
Life’s winding way, lead her in peace divine.
I cannot pay my debt
For all the love that she has given;
But Thou, love’s Lord, wilt not forget
Her due reward,–bless her in earth and heaven.

Mom everyone misses you!!!

Standing Tall by Jamie McKenzie

 

 

In honor of Martin Luther King

 

Some kings rule their kingdoms sitting down
Surrounded by luxury, soft cushions and fans
But this King stood strong
stood proud
stood tall

When the driver told Rosa
“Move to the back of the bus!”
When the waiter told students
“We don’t serve your kind!”
When the Mayor told voters
“Your vote don’t count!”
And when the sheriff told marchers
“Get off our streets!”
using fire hoses, police dogs and cattle prods
to move them along
This King stood strong
stood proud
stood tall
Speaking of peace
of love
and children
hand in hand
free at last
free at last

When some yelled for violence
For angry revenge
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
He stood his ground
Preaching peace

And when some spit out hate
He stood there smiling
Spreading love
Until it rolled like the sea across the land
Sweeping away Jim Crow
Breaking down the walls
Ringing the bell
Joyfully
For Freedom

Until
Standing on the mountain top
They shot him
Coldly
Hoping to see him fall
Hoping to put him away
To bring him low

But this King
even in death
even today
stands strong
stands proud
stands tall
And we remember

 

New Year’s Night by D.H. Lawrence (from Look! We Have Come Through!, 1917)

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Now you are mine, to-night at last I say it;
You’re a dove I have bought for sacrifice,
And to-night I slay it.

Here in my arms my naked sacrifice!
Death, do you hear, in my arms I am bringing
My offering, bought at great price.

She’s a silvery dove worth more than all I’ve got.
Now I offer her up to the ancient, inexorable God,
Who knows me not.

Look, she’s a wonderful dove, without blemish or spot!
I sacrifice all in her, my last of the world,
Pride, strength, all the lot.

All, all on the altar! And death swooping down
Like a falcon. ’Tis God has taken the victim;
I have won my renown.

New Year’s Eve by D.H. Lawrence (from Look! We Have Come Through!, 1917)

 

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There are only two things now,
The great black night scooped out
And this fire-glow.

This fire-glow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in store.

Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our fire.
Take off your things.

Your shoulders, your bruised throat!
Your breasts, your nakedness!
This fiery coat!

As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and leaps
From your feet to your lips!

The Holy Night by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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The Holy Night

We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem;
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horned faces
To almost human gazes
Toward the newly Born:
The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks
Brought their visionary looks,
As yet in their astonied hearing rung
The strange sweet angel-tonge:
The magi of the East, in sandals worn,
Knelt reverent, sweeping round,
With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground,
The incense, myrrh, and gold
These baby hands were impotent to hold:
So let all earthlies and celestials wait
Upon thy royal state.
Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!

Vive La France

French FlagStaring up I see the flag so elegantly laid upon our land.

She flies and I can see the sun, glisten off her sewed hand.
Many have died, but those who lived saw the glory of our home land.
As once it fell, it again began, the story of this gorgeous flag.

Monarchy has fallen hard, it’s remnants just a memory.
We have prevailed over corrupt, and today we are reminded of our destiny.
We are the strong, not the weak.
The ideal of our unity.

Trigger happy soldiers tried, to shelter us, keep us hidden.
Now our flag is held high, blazing in the French Skies.
Where one peasant stood, I find myself.
Staring at the same sweet stars.

Fire works fill the air, with the cracks that gun shots once made.
I wonder if this was where, the French flag flew that day.
Was the Arc De triomphe a symbol as it is today?

My heart flies above it with the flag.
Floating and remembering this gorgeous land.
It has wavered but has not fallen.
For this is eternal, this flag of ours.

Our independence, is a requiem that is bold.

Long live France.

Long live Liberty, Equality and fraternity.

A Psalm of Life by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.

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