Joy!

In all my travels far and wide

As I navigate the country side
Or wisk away upon a plane
To every far and reaching vein
I shall not worry, fuss, or fret
About those issues I have met
For they are but a memory
And cannot get the best of me
Or people who have less to do
Than gossip like it's their right to do
My life is worthy of higher things
And so I'll polish off my wings
To wonderous flights of fancy free
So much magic in this life to see
Look back is not the travelled road
The arguments have gotten old
No longer am I fuel for fire
I will live my heart's desire
And with that desire I will not toy
I will live a life of joy!
So that when my life will reach the end
Those who knew me, knew a friend!

written by "Heart"

6/17/06
All Rights Reserved

Hills and Valleys

Life is a series of hills and valleys.

One day you're up.

The next, you're down.

Don't be afraid to explore your valleys.

Don't be afraid to hold your head up and march right through them.

You will never see the sun shining from the top of the hill unless you first make your way up it.

Never give into sadness. It is your enemy.

Never give in to giving up for you will fail if you do.

Ride your storm like the wild bronco that it is, for even the wildest stallion can still be tamed.

So too, your time spent searching the dark paths of your valleys.

You might find yourself in the midst of a cloud burst, and if you do, I suggest...

Turn your umbrella upside down.

Let it fill itself with the rain that falls. Fill it until it is full.

Then flip your umbrella over, and let the cool water that you have collected bathe you with each and every refreshing drop.

And then I want you to pick yourself up, march right back up that hill and warm yourself by the noon day sun!

written by Heart

10/25/06

The Welcome Mat

While sweeping the entry way of my home
Wondering where this dirt came from
I couldn't help but notice how old
Our Welcome mat had become

I thought for a moment about tossing out
This worn out mat that lay silent and old
It weathered the cold and took the heat
And the constant treading of many a feet

The more I thought the more I knew
That this old mat should not be replaced
It belonged where it lay for many a year
With memories to not be erased

This mat sent me off to my day of work
And welcomed me home at the end of the day
It said hello to many a friend
And wished them happiness as they went away

So many times our friendships end
They wear their welcome out fast
But like my little worn out mat
I think that they should last

Casting off a friend so fast
As if worn out and old
Is just an example of heartless folk
Whose love has just grown cold

As I looked down at my welcome mat
And pondered friendships near
I knew that I couldn't toss it out
No matter worn and no matter wear

And I'll keep it where it's been for years
Weathering cold and heat
My precious worn out welcome mat
So pretty, aged and sweet!



Written by "Heart"
11/25/07

But for the grace of God

Today I went to get a new hair do. Then I did some shopping. As a reward to my son who drove me, I treated him to lunch at a place called Del Taco. It's basically a fast food Mexican resturant but they also sell burgers and fries.

As we were eating our food a dirty, homeless man came in. He wandered around the resturant not bothering anyone. You could tell that he was so drunk he didn't even probably know where he was. He went in to the children's play area for awhile and came out carrying a yellow wet floor sign, which he placed by our table. He didn't look at us or anything. People were watching him, including us.

He walked out the door and stood there for alittle while. A young man was looking at him and rolling his eyes at me in discust.

I finished my food and told my son to wait a minute. I went to the door and said, "Hey are you hungry?" He said yes he was. I said, well come on in, what would you like to eat? He asked for a beef burrito, fries and a mountain dew, which I paid for and told the cashier to give him the change, which she did.

I then went to leave the resturant to come home. I started crying and my son said, "Why did you buy him some food?" I told my son that I felt that I was supposed to do it. And that sometimes I feel that we are tested in this life and that I was being tested to see if I could be compasionate toward a man in such obvious terrible condition.

I don't know his name but at least I know for now he is not hungry and I know that I did the right thing.

The young man that was rolling his eyes in discust at that man....well, maybe he will do the same for someone in need one day.

For it is but for the grace of God that we are not in that condition.

Heart
10/26/06

If the Sea Birds Could Cry

I bask in the sea breeze and sunlight

Drenched in freedom take flight

Soar 'ore the ocean of blue

Embracing joy, caressing the dew.

As angels' anthems fill my breast

I gently glide 'ore glistening crests

'Tis such a peaceful lot for me

Born a sea bird, born and free.

Safely secure and knowing no harm

Unaware of the coming desert storm,

Where radiant rainbows spread unshackled before

And gentle raindrops fell to the shore

So much beauty to see how could there be anymore?

Now is destroyed. Now there is war.

Suddenly the splendor of the life I've know

Awakens and shatters, destroying my home

There are bursts of explosions

And trampled sod.

Humans are dying.

Where is God?

Anxiety heightened in my tiny heart

Why did all this destruction start?

Tranquil no more from shore to sand

Smoke and fire fill the land.

My choking lungs can breathe no more

I must fly away to a safer shore

But wearied wings have soon to rest

Upon black-satined oiled crests.

Where once I raptured it's soothing balm

The oceans' embracing, strong, yet calm

Now fools have blackened sea and soil.

'Tis poisoned now with useless oil.

As the current takes me out to sea

I hope to cleaner waters be

I fantasise this is just a dream

My weakened body fresh and clean

Where skies are blue and glowing sand

Is all that ever filled this land

But my heart is so weary that I cannot cry

Never I'll wing 'ore billowed sky

Never again the chance to be

Born a sea bird, born and free

For now life's fleeting one last sigh

Fantasy destroyed.

I will die.

Written by

Heart

during Operation Desert Storm