A man went for a walk one day. He seemed to be searching for something as he hurried about, "Just a rock covered in dirt nothing special he says while he walks away".
  A little girl walking down the same path carefully inspects each rock
  She examines each one and than picks up the same rock that the man
  had rejected.
  She holds it in her hands lifts it up toward the sun and says," you may not look like much outside , but I have a feeling that your true worth lies within you".
She excitedly skips down the path and brings it home and proudly presents the rock to her father.
He carefully takes the rock and breaks it open and discovers the treasure that lies within, a geode that is sparkling like diamonds in the light.
In life people at times are too quick to judge according to appearances alone. They hurry through life seem to be searching for something but not taking time to discover what life has to offer us through one another. They might even perceive that another person is like dirt,and with that misconception they miss out in discovering another's true worth.
Upon closer examination they might discover that the other person has many great qualities and can become a treasured friend.
If only they would slow down and take the time to take a closer look so that they don't miss the hidden treasure that lies within.

In the silence and misunderstandings that separate us
I need to believe there is a place where we can meet
a place of mottled light where the only shadows
are painted by ancient firs who conspiratorially lean
open, welcoming hands down to greet us.

It is a place where all thoughts of judgment and jealousy
are simply too petty for consideration
love being implicit in the moisture of the air
words are unnecessary for our eyes reveal
everything we ever want to say.

Fear and resentment are unknown here
we refuse to recognize them if they slither
into this haven while we are sleeping
restful, innocent, unworried
history does not exist, the moment held is enough.

If this vision were dispelled, my soul could not sustain
reality’s weight.  I would be battered, fragile
as a spiraled whelk on deceptively smooth rocks
splintered by hate and unwillingness
to be as the sea, fluid and graceful, all encompassing.

Will you come with me here?  
Or is the hour too late?
We can meet in this hollow sacred space
and begin again, let loose misconceptions
clouding the life we share.          

The path is faint
trust your weary heart
it will lead us to each other.

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No one knows what goes
on behind the kitchen door
You can guess and assume,
ask questions, seek answers
or sling accusations
hoping the batter will stick
But there are reasons
some choose to slip
behind a disguise
of safe netting

Perhaps scars
of the past are not
that appealing when the
mirror is faced
reflecting bad memories
or maybe threats falling
like the sky on that
little chicken’s head
are taken seriously

It could be shadows
lingering behind foggy curtains
cryptic fingers reaching,
manhandling innocence
or something as simple
as shyness fluttering
like a soft breeze
sending chills on a
warm summer day

Maybe artistic endeavors,
creative images circled
on a recipe card to bring a smile
or those who were
falsely accused hiding from
a jury of peering eyes
that leaned towards
the popular side
of the truth

Or sadly to throw stones,
spit venom
from a forked tongue,
troll from beneath
a fairytale bridge
(Three Billy Goat’s Gruff)
built on jealousy
and rickety thoughts

Anyway…
people are people,
reasons are reasons
It takes all kinds
to make a stew
that has all of the flavors
to create a poetic feast
even if we don’t know each
ingredient by its correct name

Life is not about us, but rather what we do with it here on earth.
Life is not about making ourselves feel good here on the earth.
But rather making others feel good through encouragement.
For it is easy to make yourself feel good here, some live for it.
But to put someone else needs above one self , that is a good thing.
For its quite easy to keep focusing on your self here on the earth,.
But to focus on others and make them feel better about themselves.
Now this is the beginning of becoming an disciple of Christ here.

I am not sure about others but I know that I can not change on my own.
God has became to me the God that saves those whom can not change themselves.
So I cry out to him and then I lay down the mess that I know that I am.
For him to decide which piece of the puzzle to change first of all here.
For he is transforming this mess that I have became here on the earth.
Into the masterpiece , revealing to those whom can not change too.
To trust in him and see just exactly how beautiful their life shall become.
Because he loves working with the ones, that knows that it is him.
Doing this work , and none of them thus then he gets all of the Glory.

How do I teach if I've never been taught?

How do I love if I've never been loved?

How do I give if I've never received?

Teach, love, give

Change the World!

~

Where is that forest
where we chased fireflies,
breaking branches
so we could find our way out,
dipping our feet in the stream
as tadpoles ran for cover
neath lily pads
blooming in yellow…

we held hands
and it brought tingling
shivers to my skin
as sunlight shining
through the thick
green canopy
glistened on your
white sundress
and your smile…

laughter and
shadows on
fallen pine needles
followed us as we ran,
looking for fairies
ducking for cover
behind that old oak tree
where you kissed me
for the very first time…

the sun set
and you were scared
of the dark and
I put my arm around you
keeping you warm,
promising every thing
would be okay,
telling you I would
never let anything
happen to you,
and it didn’t

Where is that forest,
hopefully forever
in your heart,
*as it is mine

if can never be hope
that it matters not
it is in this season
shivering early
dark

will  if ever it can ever be
more shattered  thought
without positive reason
arriving nearly
stark

may be if ever was more
the time to be distraught
with earths poisons
the cold un-endearing
heart

mighty oaks  elms still
soar ever naked bereft
a sudden more
rest in their  winter
bark

tiny ever  shudder burrow
underground left
huddle more together their
treasures can not be
forgot

ever more than ever
hope more ever will
be needed
than when
the days grow short.

When things become explosive in your life like a hurricane.
Just keep pressing on, keep on pushing through my Friend.
Never give up, for the miracle is on it way into your life.
I know that sometimes it is easier to just give up here my friend.
But just trust in him, the True Living Savior , and our God.
For he wants to use you to draw others to him, so just trust him.
For he has great things in store for you, just trust him my friend.
For you are stronger then you realize for you are using God's strength.
Believe me , it the kind of strength that is supernaturally last forever.

May Christ transform your Love and Life into something beautiful.,
May Christ use your Lives to reveal His Hope to this lost world here.
May His blessings be use as a even Greater blessings to other people.
May His Light shine Glowingly through you revealing Him in you.
May the Sunrise and Sunset beauty be dull in comparison  your life.
May many come to know Him the True God and Savior Jesus Christ.
May we all whom see the truth and been blessed by Him the Christ.
Reveal our thankfulness, to Him whom spoke our lives into existence.
For without Him there would be no purpose to live because only He can save us.