Laugh Away Your Troubles



Proverbs 17:22
New Living Translation (NLT)

22 A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength.



It can begin, way down low
And roll up from around your toes,
Or pop up high and giggly
And make your nose all squiggly, wiggly,

Then again, it might burst out from near your belly
And roll and roll like some happy jelly,
Or sneak out like a tiny snicker
Happening ever quicker and quicker,

But no matter how you break a grin,
Let it all out, don’t try to hold it in,
And it doesn’t matter where or when
Cause it’s true…laughter is good medicine!

©2018 by William Pierce


Help us to find the humor in every day. We tend to wrap ourselves in pain and suffering, when we should wear humor in the face of chaos. You are with us and we need not fear.

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A Cure for Sure

What of laughter?
Is it that elixir that we all seek?
Does it make things better?
When it lifts the tear-soaked cheek,

Does it keep us somehow warm?
When the world plays mean and rough,
Will give us the courage?
To call life’s bitter bluff,

Will it give a spark to life?
When we’re getting old and gray,
Does it give us any hope at all?
When the hound of hell begins to bay,

And can it keep a heart from breaking?
When the love of life is gone,
And give us strength to take a step?
And face the breaking of the dawn,

Yes, it does all of this and much more
If we can only muster up a grin,
Then finish with a belly laugh
And dare to live again

©2018 by William Pierce


If I Forget


Isaiah 65:17
New International Version (NIV)

New Heavens and a New Earth

17 “See, I will create
new heavens and a new earth.
The former things will not be remembered,
nor will they come to mind.

Memorize Me

A lot of folks would seem today
To have a memory loss
Dementia and Alzheimer’s
Make many squirm and toss

But I would pose another cause
That makes us all forget
There’s just too “dang” many things
To our memory we must commit

I mean, there’s a number that’s associated
With every blooming thing
And you better have them memorized
Or your life will be suffering

A driver’s license number
In my wallet where it hides
The sheriff might require it
Or to cash a check besides

If you’re 65 or older
Your Social Security number you cannot disregard
Your doctors nor insurance
Will treat you without that little card

Every doctor must bear witness
That the number is what I say
And if I give the least protest
They kick me out with a “Have a nice day!”

“Nice day? Oh sure, it’s just “peachy-keen!”
As in their lot my flat tire I try to repair
AAA says they’d come do the job
But my member number I was unable to share

And do not even dare to mention
Even with a fleeting breath
All the hundreds of computer passwords
That worry me to death

One logs me in, one logs me out
Another for every application I try to use
I know I typed the right one in
Why must it always refuse?

Please forgive me of my mental rant
I’ve very little in the way of an excuse
I’ve tried and tried to memorize
But it just seems to be no use

So I’ll just claim that I’m past my prime
And my memory needs exercise
Then have some oatmeal with my prunes
And see if perhaps my name, I can memorize?

©2017 by William Pierce


Help me to remember Your word and Your ways for they are the path to paradise. Let me forget those things that bring me to anger and replace them with forgiveness. In forgiveness is virtue and the virtuous will see Your face. Thank You, Lord.

Oh! And just for fun…who remembers this old tune?

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I Like You


Genesis 2:24
English Standard Version (ESV)

24 Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.


When I was young, and sent each day to matriculate
We could not talk or text, but had to wait
So to proclaim our undying love
On tiny scraps of paper we would shove
Notes sincere to our enamored one
Passed hand to hand, as our friends made fun
Until at last she opened up my love note
Upon which I had boldly wrote
“I like you. Do you like me?”
And sit there hopeful, yet anxiously
Until at last her answer was returned
And I’d find out if I’d been curtly spurned
But No! Who would’ve thought that I would see
“Yes, I like you, but do you like, like me?”
Well, that was all it took from that day on
And when the bell would ring I’d be gone
Down the hall to meet her by the door
And carry her books to be quite sure
That no one else would hold her hand
And that’s how our romance began
Back before the cell phone days
When love was spoken in so many ways
It’s lasted through the years of love she gave
It will last far out beyond this grave
One last note on this stone will be
“I like you, Do you like me?

©2017 by William Pierce


Thank You for true love in this life. Without You, we would never even know what it is, much less find it.

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Who Holds You in the Rhyme of Their Hand



Romans 12:2
New King James Version (NKJV)

2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.

Rhyme Me Not

Would it be a crime
Not to rhyme
To break the meter and the time
And write unfettered and sublime
Not to mimic or to mime
To find some other pastime
You know, not full-time
But at least halftime
Not interfering with mealtime
I mean come on, we could all climb
Up on some hill in Anaheim
And have a big time
Just have a margarita with a lime
It wouldn’t cost one thin dime
We’d probably hear some wind chimes
We’ll rise above the murky slime
Wipe our feet of the gritty grime
We’ll have a big-time!
If we could all, just not rhyme
Oh well, I suppose not.

©2017 by William Pierce


May we hear with our hearts the meter and rhyme of Your will. Let it take us up above the darkness and carry us to worlds unknown. We forsake the patterns of evil and cry out to You in letters of love. We thank You and praise You for transforming us into poems of promise.

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Dignified By Love

Dignify Allie

1 Corinthians 13:4
New International Version (NIV)

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

Today is National Dog Day! Smooch your Pooch!

You Don’t Have to Dignify Love

He’s always there when I arrive
Wagging tail and that goofy smile

He jumps on me then barks with tilted head
You’d think perhaps I’d come back from the dead

Then he wants to run and play
He almost knocks me down if I get in his way

But after a while he begins to settle down
And I take a seat and he slowly comes around

I grab the paper and catch up on the news
He lays at my feet and takes a quick snooze

Then while the family eats the evening meal
He stands beside me to see if there’s some morsel he might steal

But he knows the trick to gain a tasty tidbit
He stares, wags his tail, and whines a bit

And before I know what I have done
He has it all and I have none

But that’s ok, I don’t mind at all
It’s a price I find to be quite small

You see we all are the best of friends
And we’re thankful for the love he sends

Maybe you think it undignified
But all the family loves this little guy

©2017 by William Pierce


Love dignifies and heals all things. Bless us all today and every day with Your love. May it flood the Earth and restore our souls. Thank You.

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I’m All Nun In!


Revelation 12:11
New International Version (NIV)

11 They triumphed over him
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death.

Forces to Reckon With
(A Haiku to the Powers of Good and Evil)

An army invades
Conquerors come to enslave
But nuns inhabit


We yield ourselves to Your wisdom and Your way. We turn the other cheek and we forgive, we love, and by the power of Jesus’ blood and our tiny testimony, we will make our way Home.

Thank You.

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The Only Way

Visceral Rap

John 14:6
New International Version (NIV)

6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Visceral Rap

Woke up this morning, and what did I find
But the daily prompt trying, to control my mind

It influenced my thinking, subliminally
By giving me an idea what my post should be

The word of the day, it came from the gut
It had me thinking ‘bout, what I was feeling but

I didn’t quite know if, it was really for real
You see, it said something ‘bout feeling visceral

I had never even heard, the word spoken before
So I opened up the Webster’s, and began to explore

The word it seems, means to feel what you are feeling
So I started out looking, at what my heart’s been concealing

Turns out that there a love, I’ve long been hiding
‘Cause when I speak about Him, people start to chiding

But I’m standing up tall now, and telling you what’s real
The Love of Jesus Christ, is a very big deal

There’s no one else in heaven, or here on the Earth
That loves you so deep, or cares so much

So give Him your heart, and start believing today
Cause if you wanna get to heaven, He’s the only way!

He’s the only way
He’s the only way
That’s right, if you wanna get to heaven
He’s the only way

©2017 by William Pierce


Whether we are speaking in high English from a cathedral or rapping on a street corner in the hood, You are Lord and You hear Your children. Be with everyone who reads this post. We all have our problems, our needs, our desires, and You are the One and Only Solution. Be with each of us today and every day.

Thank You.


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Food for Thought


Matthew 4:4
New International Version (NIV)

4 Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”

My Dreams Unfurled

I had a dream of food last night
It unfurled before my eyes
All sorts of cooking concoctions
Were flying quickly by

Bags and bags of bagels
With cream cheese spread on thick
And toppings made of yummy fruit
Too many to even pick

And piles and piles of french fries
With so much ketchup they would drip
And big ole half pound burgers
And huge colas I could sip

Then came a big Maine lobster
Steamed and cooked so very fine
And a two inch thick rib eye steak
And a bottle of ice chilled wine

I was about to finished off this fine meal
With a New York style cheese cake
When my wife hit me in my head
And yelled that I’d better get awake

I’m awake! I cried and sat up in bed
My head still spinning from the blow
“What’s wrong, my dear”, I asked in fear
As she gave me a look I’ve grown to know

“All day long I’ve flirted and played
And cooked your favorite meal
And not glance or even thanks
As if it were no big deal”

And now you spend the whole night long
Drooling and dragging me near
“Just who’s this dish you think so fine
That’s got you nibbling on my ear!”

Well, I tried my best to explain the dream
But she would not listen to a word I said
So I’m wrapped up here upon the crouch
And she’s all warm in the bed

So I leave you with this stellar advice
As I lay here ever so late
“Never let your stomach rule your dreams
Or you’ll suffer a similar fate.”

©2017 by William Pierce


We can get so wrapped up in this world and the pleasures that it offers that we miss the treasures right before our eyes. Help us to realize what is of importance and what is only foolishness. Thank You so for caring and loving us all. Bless everyone who reads this prayer and pursues Your truth.

Amen and amen.

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A Willy Nilly Sorta Silly


Isaiah 46:4
New International Version (NIV)

4 Even to your old age and gray hairs
I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

A Willy-Nilly Word

Today would be a great day
To ponder and be profound
So I sharpened up my pencil
And guess what prompt I found

Was it great and thoughtful?
Did it mesmerize and inspire?
Could it launch a mighty ship?
Or even start a literary empire?

Could it change the winds of impending war?
Or break the hearts of men?
Would it cause the rich to share their wealth?
Or stop the tides of sin?

With heart aglow and mind on fire
I opened up today and read
And fell back aghast upon my chair
When “willy-nilly” was what it said

“Willy-nilly!” I must be wrong!
What kind of prompt is that?
I’d sooner read some Seuss-like tale
About a cat within a hat

Oh! Muse of inspiration come
And grant me your embrace
I cannot think, my mind is warped
By this disordered place

Alas! It’s true, I’ve come undone
My words have all turned sour
And now I find that I am lost
Within a willy-nilly power.

So come again tomorrow friends
Perhaps my words will improve
If only I don’t find the prompt
To be “dainty” or “behoove”.

©2017 by William Pierce


Today I write about how “willy-nilly” the world can seem, but not You, Lord. In all You do there is purpose. You created us and You carry us throughout all of life from before we were born until we return unto dust. You are our hope and our healer. Please move today in each of our lives that we might be complete and that we might share Your love with the world.

May it be so in Jesus’ name. Amen

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