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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.