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Ramblings of an old soul


 When True Love Comes Your Way
 

Along the path of lonely life we stroll
Our life awaits the chance that it be whole

When we're alone in all our journeys there
We cast upon our traveling scene dispair

Though the seeds of love were clearly sewn
And love has not been found or fully known

We wait the chance that love will come our way
And look for it with every passing day

Though we have some romance in our living
Pangs we feel, for never really giving

To another who gives their heart willing
For a heart that's waiting for fulfilling

Along life's path we can all be partaking
Of a love in wait that's yet awakening

And if love is found on some fateful day
Life be fulfilled, when true love comes your way


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 Poetry for the proletariat
 


When the time has come to make our lives the best
We can leave out those who make the world a mess
Leave out the criminals and the Islam terrorist
It would make my world a better place I confess

We need no more terror, no more murder or rape
From which the peaceful social world needs an ,escape
Then, if we can approach the future with peaceful hope
And give the hateful and their kin the strongest rope

It has been said that if you give a man enough rope
That he will hang himself with it just like a dope
Leave me un-battled and unharmed and let me be
Life can be filled with peace, why don't you see

It can be filled with peace but only if we make a stand
And not just draw a line in the dry Iraqi sand
We shall overcome the threat that the terrorists give
And in the end make our lives worthwhile to live.

It may get worse before it gets better, or at least it seems
That peace is so difficult it may be only in our dreams
But then again it depends on how hard we work to make it
Once achieved it will be harder for someone to brake it

So we should strive with every measure of our very best
What ever it takes, stop the killing and put the hate to rest
We must do all we can to change the way our haters think
So that we will be relieved of war always on the brink

The zealots of Islam are going against their own teaching
And into the minds of the gullible their hate is reaching
The truly educated among the Islam faith are not deceiving
Because their Quran teaches the faith the word receiving

Through the Book it guides that Allah's Laws not braking
Nowhere could I find that the lives of innocent be taken
So some one is teaching wrongs that are against Allah's will
When ever they send a bomber out, innocents for to kill
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 This is really what love is.
 

This is from an emergency room nurse.

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a. m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to! go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message! , and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all.

Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Received as an e-mail from a close friend.

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 Black Hole In The Universe
 

In the base of the universe a black hole is found
It brings to its center the lost pieces of the milky way
In this ever expanding space of pushing and pulling
The parts of the center are gathered from far away

And in the vacuum we call space it is trillions of miles
To the second nearest star as we sit in the blackness there
On this earth that has all that we could ever need
Placed in such a way for all of us to force us to share

Here in the center of the universe in the deep darkness
The light of life we call the sun shines on us every day
Given by the master's hand for humans and all the rest
Here in His big black hole on earth He humbles us to pray

Not one of us can escape the universe because of our life
Here on earth in the center of the star belt we live
Alone in space where his image is in human life form
Bound to earth by simple gravity all that God could give

Written originally as a comment on the blog Living and dying in 5/4 time 3/26/06
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 What we are, not who we are
 

Most of us think that what we are is what we do
We labor for the dollar by trading our time for it
We often think that how we make our living defines us
But, we should no better, for it defines us not

The real definition of us is our persona, it's true
For the tasks of life may change as we go through it
Our labor explains nothing but likely undermines us
For the truth of our own personality is what we got

From our parents and our mentors as we live our life
What we become depends so greatly on childhood years
If when as children we are treated in some evil way
An evil darkness fills our souls that should never be

Or if we grow through constant kindness and no strife
And live in gratitude for living with no daily fears
Our persona is one of happiness so thankful every day
And share what we really are with friends along the way
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