god is painting the sky

God Is Painting The Sky

© By Karen R. Forest

The little girl said with a tear in her eye
Where is the sunshine that was up in the sky?
Mama answered with an encouraging smile
Only God knows the answer my child.
God has a plan and I know for sure
Please don't feel sad, He'll send the right cure,
Suddenly the little girl giggled out loud
As a cooling breeze blew away the darkened cloud.
There in its place appeared a rainbow so bright
It was truly an incredible, heartwarming sight,
A promise God had made a long time ago
Decorated the Texas sky with a colorful glow.
Mama, she said, God is painting the sky!
Then the little girl pointed to the rainbow so high,
Mama whispered, God has special brushes to make it so large
The rainbow helps us remember who is always in charge.
The little girl reached out to take Mama's hand
As the sunshine began to cover this Texas land,
Mama always knows, the little girl thought with love
As they walked hand in hand, enjoying the rainbow above.

MY MASK

My Mask

© By Jamila Rashid

MY MASK

I hide behind a mask
You can't see my face
Looking at first glance
I'm in a happy place
The truth is, that's a lie
But you can't really tell
that in the back of my mind
I think the world should rot in hell
What's the point of living
If we are all going to die
What's the point of being happy
If in the end we're going to cry
But this is something no one sees
This is something no one knows
And yet deep inside of me
This feeling of hatred grows
So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me,
I use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see.

ASHES

ASHES

© By Judy A. Jones

There is a long road ahead of me
In this life,

But still, I'm aware
That the road behind me extends

Far longer.
There are times in our lives

When we take stock of those things
Which shaped us;

Those things which we allowed
To create us.

I am such a crossroads.
I don't like to admit it

But I still feel so much discomfort
In my Heart

For things that seem to be so far behind me.
I've grown weary of trying

And still, I try.
I've grown tired of the distance

And still, I reach out my hand.
I've grown fatigued at the cold

And so,
I put on my warmest sweater

And I trudge forward through the deepest snows.
Is it ego alone that brings me to this place?

And what of the other things
That life has offered up?

Do I face the challenge undaunted?
I think so.

There is a great purpose
In the knowing that I have found.

Still,
I am left with the ashes.

Those scattered reminders
Of the fire that once burnt so deeply

In my Heart.
Now where is it that I should

Scatter those embers?
Or do I just sit in them,

Roll in them,
And laugh all the while?

life

wishes

We all have wishes
some are big some are small If you had one wish
what would it be?? Would you wish for the blind to see?
or
Would you wish for the color and beauty of the fall?
or
Would you wish that instead of short, you were tall?
or
Would you wish you had lots of money
or
Would you wish you had told that special person "I love you honey"
or
Would you wish to see the smile of a person you have not seen in a while?
or
Would you wish all children were safe tonight?
or
Would you wish the entire world would be in peace and never fight?
or
Would you wish to take back something you did or said in the past? or
Would you wish that that special friendship will last?
or
Would you dream of a world full of "Friendship and Love"?

You don't think wishes and dreams come true?? Think a minute!! And you might realize it has happened to you!! So reach for the stars
Touch the clouds
Fulfill your dreams and wishes
Close your eyes tight
Make a wish and hold on to that wish and dream with all your might..

living

I'd rather die living than live dying. Life ends & one leaves the world physically but leaves lasting good memories in heart of loved ones as well as leaves a little smile & sweet memories on clean few (may be very SMALL NUMBER) friend's face & in their hearts. I am working on incrementing this NUMBER every day.

GIFT

Fancy cards can be,
So sweet.
Fuzzy bears are,
Such a treat.


Jewelry nor dinner,
Can compare.
To all the things,
That we can share.

Sweet little talks,
Or long walks alone.
Just being there,
Keeps our love strong.

No matter how big,
Or fancy things are.
Nothing will compare,
To all of the little
Things we can share.

Don't worry about losing

Below The Surface

We have all faced moments in our lives when the pressure mounts beyond what we feel we can handle, and we find ourselves thinking that we do not have the strength to carry on. Sometimes we have just gotten through a major obstacle or illness only to find another one waiting for us the moment we finally catch our breath. Sometimes we endure one loss after another, wondering when we will get a break from life’s travails. It does not seem fair or right that life should demand more of us when we feel we have given all we can, but sometimes this is the way life works.

When we look back on our lives, we see that we have survived many trials and surmounted many obstacles, often to our own amazement. In each of those instances, we had to break through our ideas about how much we can handle and go deeper into our hidden reserves. The thought that we do not have the strength to handle what is before us can be likened to the hard surface of a frozen lake. It appears to be an impenetrable fact, but when we break through it, we find that a deep well of energy and inspiration was trapped beneath that icy barrier the whole time. Sometimes we break through by cutting a hole into our resistance with our willpower, and sometimes we melt the ice with compassion for our predicament and ourselves. Either way, each time we break through, we reach a new understanding of the strength we store within ourselves.

When we find ourselves up against that frozen barrier of thinking we cannot handle our situation, we may find that the kindest choice is to love ourselves and our resistance too. We can simply accept that we are overwhelmed, exhausted, and stretched, and we can offer ourselves loving kindness and compassion. If we can extend to ourselves the unconditional warmth of a mother’s love, before we know it, the ice will begin to break.