I didn't write this, but it's a favorite song of mine:

I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in Prayer
And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story through the calluses and lines
Years of work and worry had left their marks behind

I remember Daddy's hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the man
But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands

Chorus:

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,  but I've come to understand
There was always love in Daddy's hands

I remember Daddy's hands working till they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
Well if I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And always remember the love in Daddy's hands

Chorus

Tell me, O great Philosopher; How could this be, that only one choice would move a whole sea?

For one deed of will, from thought to action, can ripple the waters, causing any possible reaction.

Some may move men's hearts on to compassion; and still others, to deep dissatisfaction.
Inspiring souls to some better way of life,
Or stirring up confusion, conflict and strife.

Authors, Scholars, Public Speakers and Preachers. Scientists, historians - and you name the teacher.

Musical Composers and singers of songs,
With lyrics that tell of all the world's wrongs.

Each has their own class of influential touch. So tell me, Philosopher: How have they so much?

This power of mind must have a true source; how have we come to this intangible course?

Is there no reliable, or plausible proof?
Or must we remain simultaneously aloof?

I conclude very simply, though I know only in part: One faith-based belief is where we must start.
For my reason and intellect are limited indeed; But my spirit longs for truth, and on that it will feed.

What will you do with the facts you've been given? What will move your passions - how will you be driven?

You and I are no different, whatever rank we find ourselves in. Each choice that we make
Determines direction
Again and again.

If I could be a better man,
I'd have enough insight
To always come up with a plan.
In times of trouble, danger, or distress,
I'd keep my emotions under control,
And never run out of rational sense.
No circumstances would ever drown me,
Or rise above my head,
Because I'd know how to swim the currents,
And land on solid ground instead.


If I could be a better man,
I'd have enough courage to follow through with every noble goal I set.
And every appeal to selflessness
I am tempted to forget.
There'd never be a task
I couldn't undertake,
Even if it meant
My life was at stake.
Money, time and resources
Would never grow on me,
But I'd give of these objects endlessly.
And at the end of the day
I'd still know how
To be completely and utterly free.


If I could be a better man,
I'd never fear the entity of change.
I'd embrace this shrewd reality,
Unhindered by its pace.
I'd keep a face like solid flint
When revolution
Threatened to derange.
At will I'd change my emotions
To better fit each phase;
Each chapter of life
From page to page;
I'd wire my brain to electrically flow
Smoothly and flawlessly,
Everywhere I'd go.


If I could be a better man,
I'd never struggle with uncertainty;
I'd always know what choice to make,
No matter the options that lay before me.
I'd never have to second guess,
Overthink, obsess or stress:
The presented realities and decisions of life;
A special wisdom I'd possess.
A knowing in my gut and heart
Of all that is my destiny,
With the calm assurance of having what it takes
To get to where I want to be.
The truth itself would become my eyes,
And never from my heart escape or flee.


If I could be a better man,
I'd always be a man of my word;
Letting my actions always
Positively confirm the things you heard.
I'd mean every syllable I spoke to you,
With fiery convictions I knew to be true.
I'd always know how to communicate,
And wouldn't let grievous words
Separate
Relationships so vital and true;
The stuff we're made for,
And shouldn't undo.


If I could be a better man,
I'd be a fountain of virtues flowing,
Ever going;
Like a rumbling and roaring
and rushing waterfall,
Dazzlingly Tall:

Wisdom

    Prudence

   Diligence

  Patience

Courage

  And Emotional Intelligence

     Faithfulness

   Rectitude

  Purity

  Relentless tenacity

    Fortitude

      And overall confidence

                                            With surety


If I could be the perfect man,
There'd be one thing I'd always know how to do.
And that is, my friend, in all sincerity:
Faithfully and infallibly
Loving God and You.


But since I know
I am far from perfect,
I will do the best I can.
And though I fail now and then,
I will get back up
And stand.
I will seek forgiveness
Down on my knees;
Ask God for humility,
Grace and Mercy please.
My weaknesses I'll count as blessings,
And thank God I don't have to be:
The Savior of the world -
Superman -
Who for comfort, has no need.

Some winds that blow
In the sweet summer
you know
Are soft and gentle
Like a kiss
of vibrancy and bliss
Or a breath of life
For my heart and soul
Causing me to feel alive and whole
Exhaled as a mist around my body
Setting my spirit free
Refreshing all my precious memories
Saturating them like the sea
Touching my heart like a firm handshake
Reminding me of who I am meant to be

Free
Released from the prison
Of an anxious and fretful mind
Like an eagle
Soaring and gliding
High into and through
The sky
Living above my worries
Leaving my fears behind
Letting the light from the loving sun
Dispel all darkness
Even when the day is done

I have an agile little brother; his name is Dylan Cole. And I think there is a smart gene, that some where from me, he stole.

For his fingers fly like bullets around that rubik's cube. He even has nine subscribers to his channel on YouTube.

How he learned it I don't know. Memorization, was it so? Or perhaps, inside his brain, there is a robot on the go.

Giving him orders left and right;
guiding his hands, his sense, his sight.
With masterful skill and concentration,
he knows how to place blocks right.

Who knows where this skill will take him,
with some years along life's way!
With some invention on his radar,
the cube will one day seem like child's play.

Say there, clever brother; can you show me a tip or two?
Though I know I'll try my best,
I will never keep up with you!

Time is a strange dimension; no person can hold it back, or hang it in suspension. We cannot "have" it, or own it. Man has not yet overthrown it. We can spend the time we do not earn, and watch it go by with no return. We cannot make time, for it is already made. Whether you like it or not, time will always be obeyed. We can't reverse the analogue clock or digital watch, unless we're resetting them up or down a notch. This still would not change the time gone by, or stop the progress of the Star in the sky. If the Sun and Moon were no bigger than a pea, and the Earth had an undefined axial degree, could this mysterious dimension of time still be? The present moment is all we can see; from the present moment we cannot flee. Time travel machines have not yet been invented, no sufficient technology has yet been presented. Therefore, my friends, we must be contented; to let the forward motion of time go on - as it has always been represented.