When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

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Life and death. The two most basic components of every living person and thing on earth. It was once said that the two most certain things in life are death and taxes. Each one of us will pass on from this world someday and we all probably know of someone who has left us.

Unfortunately, there are times when our loved ones leave us suddenly. We never had the chance to say good-bye and share our final thoughts with them.

I came across the following poem in a paper a few years ago and decided to share with it with you today. I hope that it may bring you a measure of peace and comfort…or please feel free to share it with someone who you may think need it.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me,

Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name,

And took me by the hand

 

The angel said my place was ready,

In Heaven far above,

And that I’d have to leave behind

All those I dearly love.

 

But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates,

I felt so much at home,

For God looked down, smiled at me,

And told me “Welcome Home.”

 

So, when tomorrow starts without me,

Don’t think we’re far apart,

For every time you think of me,

I’m right there in your heart.

 

~ Author Unknown

We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper!

 

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We all know the trials and tribulations that we have all experienced during this difficult time of the COVID pandemic. During the time that people were frantically going to stores and buying out certain items…such a toilet paper, I came across the following poem on Poetry 4 Kids. I thought this would be something fun to share! Enjoy!

We’re Running Out of Toilet Paper

We’re running out of toilet paper.
Paper towels too.
We haven’t got much Kleenex left.
I’m not sure what we’ll do.

We tried to buy some yesterday.
We went to every shop,
but all the shelves were barren
from the bottom to the top.

We called our friends to see
if they had extra we could borrow,
but they said they have just enough
to last until tomorrow.

Our roll is almost empty now.
A solitary square
is hanging on the holder and
it’s way too small to share.

I hope we find some paper soon
or other kinds of wipers.
If not, I’m told I’ll have to use
my baby brother’s diapers.

— Kenn Nesbitt

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Poems of Comfort in Times of Grief

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Simply put…a two poems of comfort for times of grief.

 

The Moment That You Died

The moment that you died

My heart was torn in two

One side filled with heartache

The other died with you.

 

I often lie awake at night

When the world is fast asleep, and

Take a walk down memory lane

With tears upon my cheeks.

 

Remembering you is easy

I do it every day

But missing you is heartache

That never goes away.

 

I hold you tightly within my heart

And there you will remain

Until the joyous day arrives

That we will meet again.

~ Unknown~

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Walking With us Forever

Our lives go on without you

But nothing is the same

We have to hide our heartache

When someone speaks your name.

 

Sad are the hearts that love you

Silent are the tears that fall

Living here without you

Is the hardest part of all.

 

You did so many things for us

Your heart was kind and true

And when we needed someone

We could always count on you.

 

The special years will not return

When we were all together

But with the love in our hearts

You walk with us forever.

~All-greatquotes.com~

When I Grow Up

sabine-van-straaten-HF4Hy8jFhEY-unsplashI remember when I was a little boy, watching and following my dad everywhere and wondering to myself what it would be like to be a “grown-up” and whether or not I would ever be as good as him. My father was a photographer who had his own little studio where he would take family portraits or pictures of people and their pets. He was also the photographer for a little town newspaper which had subscribers all along the New Jersey coast.

Wherever we went, everyone just seemed to know him, and they loved him. He always brought a smile, a laugh, and good cheer to others. I remember thinking how awesome that would be if someday, when I got older, when I became a “grown-up,” I could do the same and have people think the same way about me.

Hopefully…I have become a lot like my dad.

Of course, there were other people in my life that I always thought would be nice if I had some of their attributes as well. They all influenced my life to make me the kind of person that I am today.

What does your children or other people think of you?

Today’s poem is a beautiful writing that shares with us the questioning mind of a little child and how they, so much, want to be like their adult companion. Good “food for thought!”

 

When I Grow Up

 When I grow up

          I want to be like you…

I want to be big and strong

          I want people to like me just as they like you –

I want to play sports,

             I want to dribble

         Spike, run, throw, bat, dive and roll…just like you.

                           I think you’re wonderful

          and you always will be…

I wish I was grown up now.

          Do you think that I will be tall?

Do you think that I’ll be good like you –

Will there be enough left for me

          When I get grown-up?

Will you help me – will you show me the way?

          I want you to

                           Because…

When I grow-up I want to be just like you.

 

~ Bonnie Beach ~

Easter…With A Nod to Dr. Seuss

rod-long-aJvSX36kweg-unsplashAround the world, millions upon millions of people celebrate one of the holiest and most blessed days of the year, the death and resurrection of Jesus. It is through that beautiful hope and promise that Christians base their faith upon, that like Jesus, we too will be someday resurrected and live with Him for eternity.

A friend of mine recently sent me the following poem about Easter…with a modern day twist. It has a hint of the legendary writer, Dr. Seuss, and of the times that we are all now experiencing.

It os my hope that this little poem brings a smile to your face, strengthens your faith, and inspiration to your soul.

“Easter…With A Nod to Dr. Seuss”

‘Twas late in ‘19 when the virus began

Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.

 

People were sick, hospitals full,

Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.

 

As winter gave way to the promise of spring,

The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.

 

People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.

They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.

 

April approached and churches were closed.

“There won’t be an Easter,” the world supposed.

 

“There won’t be church services, and egg hunts are out.

No reason for new dresses when we can’t go about.”

 

Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.

The world was focused on masks and on tests.

 

“Easter can’t happen this year,” it proclaimed.

“Online and at home, it just won’t be the same.”

 

Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.

The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.

 

The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.

The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.

 

“Pooh pooh to the saints,” the world was grumbling.

“They’re finding out now that no Easter is coming.

 

“They’re just waking up! We know just what they’ll do!

Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

 

And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.

“That noise,” said the world, “will be something to hear.”

 

So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.

And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.

 

It started down low, then it started to rise.

But the sound wasn’t depressed.

 

Why, this sound was triumphant!

It couldn’t be so!

 

But it grew with abundance!

The world stared around, popping its eyes.

 

Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!

Every saint in every nation, the tall and the small,

 

Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!

It hadn’t stopped Easter from coming! It came!

 

Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine

 

Stood puzzling and puzzling.

“Just how can it be?”

 

“It came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,

It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money.”

 

Then the world thought of something it hadn’t before.

“Maybe Easter,” it thought, “doesn’t come from a store.

Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

 

And what happened then? Well…the story’s not done.

What will YOU do? Will you share with that one?

 

Or two or more people needing hope in this night?

Will you share the source of your life in this fight?

 

The churches are empty – but so is the tomb,

And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.

 

So, this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,

As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.

 

May the world see hope when it looks at God’s people.

May the world see the church is not a building or steeple.

 

May the world find Faith in Jesus’ death and resurrection,

May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.

 

May 2020 be known as the year of survival,

But not only that – Let it start a revival.

 

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!

When This Corona Virus is Over, Let’s Never Forget…

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During the course of the past few weeks, the Corona Virus has had a huge impact on the daily lives of people all over the world. Millions and millions of families and individuals are restricted to staying in their homes, keeping away from parks, theaters, eateries, and a host of other places where people would enjoy groups of Social Gatherings.

I recently came across the following poem written by Laura Kelly Fanucci, called, “When This is Over,” that I thought was a terrific reminder to all of us, some of the simple little things in life that we should never take for granted again. Lest we never forget…

When this is over…

 

May we never again

Take for granted

A handshake with a stranger

Full shelves at a store

Conversations with neighbors

A crowded theater

Friday night out

A taste of communion

A routine checkup

The school rush each morning

Coffee with a friend

The stadium roaring

Each deep breath

A boring Tuesday

Life itself.

 

When this ends…

 

may we find

that we have become

more like the people

we wanted to be

we were called to be

we hope to be

and may we stay

that way – better

for each other

because of the worst.

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….a lot to look forward to! 🙂

Stay Safe My Friends!

An Angel’s Hand

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The death and loss of a loved one, family or friend, is never easy. There are times when it comes unexpected and other instances when it arrives after a long period of time. I have experienced this kind of loss with dear friends of mine as well as family and relatives.

For me, I have always found comfort knowing that despite the hard and painful time I was going through, there was a promise and hope that I would see them again…whole, perfect, without pain and suffering.

I recently discovered the following poem, written by John F. Connor, that really gave me a beautiful image about what happens to our lost loved ones and their souls the moment they pass away from this earth.

It is simply a wonderful, heartwarming and beautiful little poem that I felt I needed to share. It is my hope that it will comfort someone today.

An Angel’s Hand

An angel whispered in my ear

Believe in me and have no fear,

Come with me and take my hand,

I will take you to another land.

 

A place of peace, a place of light,

Don’t be afraid, just hold on tight.

Your earth days are done but don’t be sad

Remember all the times you had;

Loved ones will join you, don’t despair,

You have many in Heaven waiting there.

 

Your body dies, your soul is free,

That’s why you get to fly with me.

“Perhaps I Never Will”

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I have always enjoyed discovering heartwarming, inspirational, and motivational stories and anecdotes for my blog. Every once in a while, I like to “change gears” and read poems and quotes written by others. I have always been fascinated by how every individual writes poetry in their own special way.

I recently came across a few poems on a friend of mine’s blog, “Timeless Classics“, in which the poetry and prose are written by Ana Daksina herself. If you like different kinds of poetry, then I recommend you check out her site…I think you’ll love it.

Today, I would like to share one of her poems with you named, “Perhaps I Never Will.

“Perhaps I Never Will”

We came back to the farm that day
Where dogs had in our absence been
Describe to you the scene we found
I could not e’en begin

The custom in deep country is
If you let your dog get away
For someone else’s chickens
Ducks and geese prepare to pay

Nor will you seeing be
That dog ever again
The farmer has the given right
To shoot it there and then

Walking our farm I understood
They willing were to take one out
For feathered wildlife full of blood
Was strewn that ground all round about

Not even eaten — just destroyed
In malice and in sport
I might myself unto a rifle
Given chance had had resort

That cataclysm did provide
As cataclysms sometimes do
A most amazing story
Which I will tell to you:

Of all the carcasses that lay
About the farmstead strewn —
An aftermath of genocide
Upon a sunny afternoon —

A single goose survived
But did so with a broken wing
Being a goose there’d be no way
To put it in a sling

At that time but a callow girl
Sixteen years of age
And city bred, this in my life
Turned an untouched page

The closest I had ever been
To one of Nature’s creatures when
My sister’d got a hamster
Around the age of ten

The other people on that farm
To save the bird did not agree
They walked away and left
Its healing or its death to me

I sat down there beside it
Stroked its head and murmured low
That if it wished to live
That mangled wing would have to go

And that I really hated
What I’d have to put it through
And asked the goose what it prefer
That I prepare to do

Looking back, I should have been
In that moment more amazed
That when I lifted it to move
It didn’t get all crazed

But quietly lay in my arms
And let me take it to
The bathroom and into the tub
To see what I could do

Anyone skilled in medicine
Would hate me for the blundering
Ineptitude with which I cut
From that poor goose its wing

But strange to say, the bird itself
Not only didn’t hate me, it
Didn’t even slightly twitch
As I ministered to it

But settled down as though to help
A partner in a team of two
Me operating surgic’lly
The goose quietly pulling through

And pull through ‘gainst all odds
And expectation’s what it did
I always will be happy that I
Did as my good conscience bid

But sometimes stop to wonder:
How did that goose stay so, so still?
I still don’t understand it
Perhaps I never will

**If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read others, I would ask you to please visit Ana’s page, “Timeless Classics.”