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“At the crossroads I stand: which way should I turn?
I know not whence I shall find life.
Around me is danger, great, life-threat’ning danger;
Oh, where shall I turn from sin’s strife?”

“Friend, look up before you! Up there on the hill
stands the cross of Golgotha—there!
‘Tis where Jesus hung bleeding, for man-kind e’er pleading—
there our pain and our sins gladly bear.”

Run, sinner, run! Jesus longs now to save you!
Come now to the cross where He died!
Look up to your Saviour, for He reigns now in Heaven—
He’ll forgive if to Him you will fly.

“If any would lay their sins and their burdens
upon Me: Lo, I will give rest:
Forsake now your toil that leads to destruction
and come lay thine head on My breast.”

~Rebecca L.
November 15, 2014

O, fellowman, do you not hear the voice of nature newly born?
Bright-pearled dew, the robin's trill, the stirring of the early morn?
How sweet it is, if you'd be still, to hear God's message from His heart:
That if we would see His gifts that He doth now impart...
How much you'd learn from nature's ways that governments of men
do seem to shun and do not know the wisdom it displays!
The Lord made all we see: the trees and creeping things
He made for our delight; not just His own for joy and awe to bring.

You could be a poem beaming
into my life as I face this
rainy day
You might be the one that
can ease the strife holding
my hand along the way
You could be the moon on a
starlit night that makes the
night air sing
You could be the one with the
magic touch with all that love
can bring~

A few extra pounds weighed
heavy on her mind
But her electrifying smile
was one of a kind
The other girls in the office
could swish and sway
They thought slim and slender
would win the day
But their pride was hurt when
that man walked in
And just passed them by with
roses in hand
So handsome was he you could
hear them swoon
But his feet kept walking into
another room
His heart was set on the real and
true
That's what he saw in her eyes
so blue
He approached her desk and you
could hear no sound
He lay down the roses then
spun her around
The girl who could carry a pound
with grace
Was surely the desire of this mans
taste
And as he gently slipped her from
her office chair
The slim and slender had no
strength to bare.

Our days quickly passing by
To slow the aging process, we usually try
Regardless, they go so fast
Our final destination, they cast
Reminding us of the memories of our past
Telling us that all we have is today
We must exert every possible effort to enjoy
About the future nothing we can do or say
It is unpredictable in every way
All we have is hope for a better tomorrow
Without regrets or sorrow
Those are the real fact of life
To enjoy our days, we must strive
Seize every opportunity to help someone
Without realizing it, they here today but tomorrow they are gone

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one

There's an I.O.U. in every
transaction and sometimes
a Y in every vow
And there's a million ways
I could scramble these letters
that I won't attempt just now
There's an alphabet of love
they say written accross the
sky
And no matter how many times
I gaze at those clouds I see
only one You in I~

Some might call it a
lonely christmas sittin'
here in the dark..
But my lil' tree is all
I need to warm my weary
heart..
I guess family could be
here but it wasen't meant
to be..
So I'll gaze at this lovely
glow from my lil' christmas
tree..

A blackbird taps out
A morning reveille on
My window beckoning
Me to watch the
Conquest
Once he had me
At attention
He darts off to join
The ranks of a
Thousand black dots
Lining the wires in
Military formation
A command.. then
The hum of wings
Fill the sky
An army of aerial
Warriors decend upon
A field ripe for
Harvest
The spoils of victory
Were many and I
Saluted the valiant
Effort
A solitary solidier
Swooped down to
My window and
Proudly displayed his
Golden nugget
He had captured
Kernel Corn!

Cafe

"Genesis"



Life is born amongst us here, unceasing and always relevant...
we see it with every breath...the crest of the Sunflower so bright,
the unstable footing of the newly born fawn,
the erratic patterns of the Dragonfly.

Ah yes! Even death is but a moment in time, subsumed by the life it replaces...
a doorway perhaps ~ a fortuitous return to what was, only much more....
and even to return to this sacred place...this grove of wonder and splendor.
Through three valleys and seven gates...I remember it all , across glade and spring...
from just below the timberbreak...I see her now.

I've been here before.... to be sure!
Between the hedgerow, she pauses, smiling, welcoming me back once again.
Looking into the heavens, she points me to their path....Luna, Orion and Sirius...
Majestic movements, witness the silent hum of the oribits above!
The music of spheres ring true tonight my friend ~
Under the mosaic of the heavens ... we dance...
the perpetual dance of the the evening sky reflected in her eyes...
...we dance...


Gregory Sexton

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