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These words spoken by our former U.S. President, Theodore Roosevelt, and for some reason they are not leaving me. I feel led to speak about it... or rather write. ''Speak softly and carry a big stick.''
This is what I believe. In his heart he thought the soft words his mother spoke to him, or perhaps he had been reading his Bible. In either case, he remembered how soft spoken words brought happy tears, much relief, and peace. I believe also he thought of the Bible Verse in Ephesians 6:11. "Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil."
In this, he wanted us to know that we can fight with the Lord in our hearts... but not a physical fight. It is indeed a spiritual fight. When he said ''speak softly and carry a big stick'' he wanted us to know that we can go in as Christians telling the world about the Lord.
The big stick would be our Bible, or perhaps some would say 'our inner strength.'
People (young and old) are more apt to listen if we speak softly instead of hollering or screaming.
Just something to think about. I wanted to share. Hugzzz!!
May your mornings be filled with blessings
and may your days be filled with love
and may Heaven shine upon you at night
as the angels rejoice up above
'Good morning' said the King
'Praise God' came the reply
then there were trumpets
blasting in the sky


'Shout and sing' from the throne
'Hallelujah!' angels did sing
then there were many hearts
filled with blessings

May your day be filled with love
and your heart filled as well
~~
My two sides in the overflew
With ashes of universe
I then went to wind
With the whorl of time

You do not see me
Anyone else have indulged
May be History tells the truth
Again, can not say

Where is my existence
Thousands million years
which was washed
On the air
In water
Blood
Marrow

Changes in the pages of history
Interest
The clash
Dialectics
Who is going to look for the truth
Lying on the wind
Rode the wrong emotion
I lost myself

The known river
Seems unknown
The vast forest
The little free bird beside my window
Her song
Her dance
Does not want to play flute anymore
In
The mind
Soul

Strong wind of Strangers
The moment comes to pass
Era
Epoch
Whatever floats through years
Of her songs
Abstract tune

I who seek
The truth of the time
That flows into
The bottom of my heart
Draws a cosmic gravity
Yet waiting for a new Sunflower's bloom

~~
  Apr 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
JWolfeB
Mother please,

Give me the strength to carry your legacy
The words you left here are heavy
Loving the world never came easy

Mother please,

Keep the dust off my memory
I want to remember you fondly
In your entire excellence

Mother please,

May I have your hands
Something stronger than my torn flesh
A way to hold on a little longer

Mother please,

Allow me to see through this
One step more than I took yesterday
Another breathe through the lungs you created

Mother please,

I need you
Here with me
Always
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
To all who stop by here to read this poem and to those who have left comments, I thank you for your every kindness.
XO
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