Strawberries

Three things I'll need in my future home.

1. A tree bed.

2. A dancefloor and kareoke stage.

 

 

 

3. A waterfall pool

Politics Shred

A short poem ....by yours truly....on the unworthy subject of politics....

The Great Debate shreds people like a Quill.
Thanks to you, my relationships have become ill.
Unrighteous and immoral are your ways,
Yet the things are assumed right, the things you say.
Why must we sit back and wait for one person to change the world
When the serious issue is the nonsense of false refferal.
It's not Obama's job to take charge of our lives,
And Mitt Romney is only interested in those paper tens and fives.
It's our responsibility to care for the poor,
To reach out until the poor needs no more.
If our hope would lie above instead of down here below,
Maybe our lives would become less and less shallow.
As you contemplate on your choice,
Understand the silence in your voice.
They say your vote counts,
When in reality the winner is always chosen with doubts.
No matter how many times you try,
The president is never good enough, or sadly he dies.
So take these words to heart and understand my pain,
When I make a reference to the poilitical rain.
It's acidic, it burns, it tears,
It yearns to find the center of your being and consume
What else is left, nothing but doom.

When A Beloved Ascended into Heaven

Shelli Sellars was threatened with death before she could live out the first half of her life. Colon cancer was the culprit, and it wasn’t giving up.

 

You know who else wouldn’t give up? Shelli. She didn’t let death bring her down and her smile was never wiped away. While she holds the title for many wonderful qualties such as, a nurturing mother, a beautiful wife, profound teacher, the queen of smiles, and a beloved friend, the greatest of them all was her belief in a miracle. I still believe that the Sellars family is in for a great awakening, and even though Shelli has passed before the prophesy of her life ending at 85, God still has something in store.
 

Becasue I believe that life doesn’t end in Heaven. I believe that Shelli’s 85th year on Earth will have significance even though she is no longer with us physically.

 

In 2052, we will have a taste of Shelli’s spirit and I don’t think it will be easy to ignore. She will never be forgotten and neither will her persistence. Her family has a dream for their future and their tragic loss will not stop them from receiving God’s love or the touch of their loving mother’s spirit.

I encourage anyone who is reading this blog, to understand how important it is to celebrate a life, rather than to mourn over the loss. It's what I would want when I ascend into my Father's arms.

 

I love you Shelli, and I hope Heaven is as extravagant as you are.

 

Infinite blessings to your family, and may God’s peace forever be the comfort of your soul.