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We live in a world where everyone desires is about wealth.
But my true desire is to be able to make a difference.
In other people lives only through Christ is this possible.
You do not need money to do this just Christ our Savior.
I could write the most beautiful and heart drenching poems.
But unless Christ is the mix it shall not heal like it should.
IB want to see others Saved, healed, loved , and free.
I wanted to loved them into seeing Christ within me .
Thus them running to Christ for the rest of the three.
My cries are for others to see their worth.
To see that their lives do matter here.
That they shall not be selfish but selfless.;
That they shall see Christ and follow him.
For I know that everyone is important here.
Not just the rich but the poor and middle class as well.
The homeless lives matter as well here and in  heaven.
I like to see a world where everyone see it too.
That those whom have shall help those who do not.
That this world then would be heaven on earth.
 Apr 2015 David
Richard Riddle
I 'm going back in time for a few moments, climb  into my "memory machine", and emerge back, into the mid to late forties. Yes, dear friends, I know its hard to believe, but I, too, was once a child.  Going to school Monday thru Friday, greatly anticipating the coming weekend, being able to play, all day, but most of all, going to the neighborhood theatre for......
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THE SATURDAY MORNING MATINEE


The kids would gather early,
to form the ticket line-        
    the movie wouldn't start til ten,
and cost a penny, plus a dime.

Some lived close enough to walk,
some would ride their bikes-
They came from all directions,
so, say goodbye to peace, and quiet!

Mom and Dad would even bring 'em
pick'em up and take'em  home-
knowing that for about two hours,
They would have that time alone.(H'mm?)

It was where we saw our heroes,
knowing truth and justice would prevail-
As we watched those nasty villains,
being carted off to jail.

Those times now, have long been gone
But the memories will, forever stay-
I never will forget, the

Saturday Morning Matinee!

(a sequel, perhaps, maybe?)

copyright 06-04-2014 r. riddle
 Apr 2015 David
CA Guilfoyle
I think of mountains
the way they climb for the sky
losing their way through clouds.
Looking up I never know if they reach the top
or if they see me way down here?
Some kind of ant, I dig for rocks
a pocket full of turquoise blue
a miner for Apache jewels
exposed by red dust winds
as the day chips away
and carves a night
into black obsidian.
If we shall stand among each other, encouraging one another.
Stand firm praying not backing down but trusting the Lord.
We too can become an unmovable  Force for good for God.
Thus we can make an difference in this dark tainted land.
Never ceasing always moving allowing our Light to shine.
To blaze in this dark evil place, never backing down to no one.
Allowing our Light to shine drawing others to our flame.
Building an fierce army , fighting with Love as our weapon.
Standing together drawing the lost to the Kingdom of the Light.
 Apr 2015 David
Amitav Radiance
Sleep casts a spell over my eyes
Heavy eyelids caress my dreams
So many thoughts nurtured today
Sleep shall take over the stage
Laying supine, soul is in a realm
Of the subconsciousness realization
Paradise of life blooms with colors
Colors of life and beyond
Gives dreams a makeover
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