a good and gentle person
was too quickly called away.
now anguish is in our hearts
for this sad and mournful day.
a blessing to his loved ones
and to each devoted friend.
a great many tears will flow
to realize this dear man's end.
though our hearts will be heavy
and filled with much pain and grief
through trust in our Redeemer
we'll find solace and relief.
for those who came to know him
and be a part of bob's life
he was a friend, a brother,
a dad; and cherished his wife.
we'll treasure the memories
to turn over and again.
like a movie with no sound
that's played ev'ry now and then.
although he may be parted
from this existence of life,
he is now free from worry,
his difficulties and strife.
bob's with his dad and mother
'twas a man like no other;
know that when your days here end
once more we'll see this sweet friend.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
people may judge by only your cover.
when you open up they will discover
what's misunderstood becomes apparent:
the chatter about you was quite errant.
their misbeliefs should not be your problem;
stay kind, committed and free to blossom.
no matter what they do or say, dont doubt
your worth or beauty for truth will win out.
your cover may be worn, torn to tatters;
keep shining! for it's God's love that matters!
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
No jewel shined any brighter than the dazzling Christmas star.
It glowed so radiantly it was seen both near and far.
A beacon to the Christ child as He laid on a bed of hay.
It told to the entire world a King was born that day.
Oh heavenly star keep twinkling - grant us peace and faith and love.
Keep our prayers forever turning to the Lord up above.
T'is the season of caring and warmth and good cheer.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
dear julia,
you have slipped the soured bonds of earth
and will dance in the skies smiling.
upwards you'll climb to heaven's girth
through sun-split clouds and cosmic bling.
you'll do many things not dreamed of:
soaring high in the sunlit sky,
racing the wind to the moon above,
rising up where no eagles fly.
escalating with ease and grace,
all this wandering won't seem odd
while passing through this divine space.
reach out! and touch the face of God!
i'll be looking up at the stars for you with
a heart full of love.
you are now at peace, forever, safely home
in heaven above.
let the wind lift your spirit and take you away
to the arms of the Savior to hold you this day.
rest in peace.
gramom janet
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
things sometimes will go wrong,
and the road may seem long,
the income may get low
and the bills start to grow,
you need to smile and sigh.
'cause life may seem awry.
step back, rest, but don't quit!
regroup and recommit.
the method for success
is to halt the excess;
make ev'ry moment count;
living is paramount.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
when the day is done and runs out of sun,
hope it went well (only you can tell).
took a wrong and made it right,
took a loose and made it tight,
gave a hug, cracked a smile,
cut a rug, enjoyed awhile.
when "all done" is said, head off to bed.
turn off the lite and have a good nite-nite
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
folkfest twenty seventeen;
pulled out the tent and sunscreen.
bought my ticket, checked the dates;
got to be first at the gates.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
to mike, my brother
there was a man, I called you brother.
good times, bad times...there won't be another.
we shared a last name, house and secrets
a gift from God and now with Jesus.
a built-in relative i didn't choose.
told me like it was; never wanted to see me lose.
made me laugh, made me cry.
asked me tough questions and not happy til he knew why.
didn't all ways see eye to eye
and that's what families do.
can't imagine what life would've been like without you.
positive, warmhearted, devout, strong-willed
almost describes your worth.
won't ever be replaced by anything on this earth.
if God would bring you back again for one more hour or day,
I'd express all my thoughts and have many things to say.
I'll be looking up at the stars for you with a heart full of love
you are now at peace forever
safely home in heaven above.
let the wind lift your spirit and take you away
to the arms of the Savior to hold you this day.
rest in peace.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
(dedicated to the ones we have loved and the ones left behind)
We talked often about the rest of our lives
And where we would be when we turn 65.
Kept thinking that times won't ever change
And things would all ways be the same.
But we won't be coming back when this year ends
We need to heal and make amends.
'Cause we're off in a different direction
And will adjust to our situation.
So if there is something important you need to say
Better speak it now because there won't be another day.
As dates arrive, I'll remember the times we had together
And as life changes come whatever, you will have a place in my heart forever.
We will move on and may not slow down
But the memories will play like a movie with no sound.
We will think about tomorrow but not like now.
We will survive out there. We will make it somehow.
I keep thinking that this is not a goodbye
'Cause the past is a shadow that makes me sigh.
The past is done, won't forget it.
The future is yet to come, planning for it.
The present is now, leaning on it.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
for many years they've come to schwenksville
crowding the streets to camp on the hill.
life is brought to the Old Pool farmfields;
pitch the tents and shrug off the suit shields.
they've come to sing these grasslands alive
guarding traditions that will survive
with guitars, violins, flutes and song.
while the beat dances to the crowd strong.
for many years city people leave
their orderly days to hear minstrels weave
tales of love and loss set to music
with strummings old, new, and exotic.
over the bridge that arcs a small creek
to the concert area and seek
a good spot for a blanket hoedown;
they come from uptown, downtown, hometown.
dress is casual, sunblock crucial;
campsites range from fancy to frugal.
hand claps, toe taps, knee slaps to the beat;
musicians drum, hum, strum in the heat.
for many years the keepers of song
have come to schwenksville to play along.
with stories in their mouths and a spark
in their hearts, that burns into the dark.
in the years ahead this tradition
will survive, that will be their mission.
simple melodies and rhythms play,
the spirit of folksong will not stray.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC