You have it within you, to rise above, All the rocks and muck you have in your past. Eyes and heart always filled up with such love, As to preclude that those horrors should last. It has been written,

I end this day with thanksgivings, For all the things I have. I’m thankful for my living, And the trials in my past. I’ve still a ways to go, ‘ere I may rest my head. I will always give thanks to Him,

This is a re-write of an older poem There are times when our lives may seem bleak; Nothing is Green and Growing, No ‘hope light’ that you can see. But Sometimes we are looking too closely, At the specific

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes. Elizabeth Barrett Browning There are two heavens; the one

Life is always changing; tides rise and fall. Stability; really an illusion, Rain or shine is just weather after all. The world is our castle, miracles; the moat. Many surprising things are unexplained;

Tell Me Your Name What's your name? Who are you, who am I? Once my feet went where they wanted, My mind was captive ... ... My hope was fading. The despair hid me, He took me, mocked me and said: Shut