waiting for the rain

waiting for the rain is

a part of life

a test of patience

a time for planning

a chance to reflect

a reason to dream

an opportunity to thank Our Maker

because only HE can allow it to heal.


i adore you

you are a jewel and i care for you dearly.

i adore you,

i wish i could be the answer to every question,

the relief of every ache,

the reason for the smile on your face,

the wind that moves your hair,

the rain that falls upon you and runs down your cheek,

the passion that moves you to love,

the strength that keeps you going,

the relief for every pain,

the joy washing over every sorrow,

the strength you require when the day has proven too much,

the patience that you have for those you love,

the love that keeps you being there for your family,

the honesty that you show every day as an example of how to live,

the determination you have to live daily in our uncertain world,

the love and comfort you have for your friends,

the knowledge that your family encouraged you to learn,

the gratitude for the teachings of your parents,

the reflected image of how you are living now,

steadfast, just and loyal to your friends when uncertainties cause you to waver,

i would be so honoured as to meet, and share a tender moment,

i could be the sweater you don when the chill winds arrive,

the laughter of yours spreading across the room to touch everyone,

the lips that tenderly touch yours,

i might be the caress against your bare shoulders,

the flowers that you put your face against to enjoy,

i could be the sand that your bare feet have touched,

the hair that falls across your eyes so you would touch me often,

i might be the guardian while you sleep,

the gift of peace when the world has shown nothing but hatred,

i offer so much but can in turn encapsulate all with i adore you.

as the sun rises,
as the moon sets,
as the winds mourn,
as the earth breathes fire,
as the grounds tremble,
as the storm rages,
as life begins,
as life slowly ends,
as we go about our daily toil; my love will never waver,

though my voice falters with age and my body begins the long descent toward my next adventure, my love will never waver,

when endless time makes its final demand and the payment must be rendered, my love will never waver,

as the days flee as though pursued and our questions seem more but all are not answered, my love will never waver,

if your heart is won by another, my love will never waver,

many have been the kingdoms won and lost for the love of a woman, fewer i think for the love of a friend.

i say this for me, you are dearly loved.

The little country with heart

  Once upon a time there was a little country, the people    in that country believed that they were entitled to the same rights as everyone else , but a meany  country decided to use their country as a vacation     spot for its own people   without consideration of the inhabitants who rightfully lived there  .
Since they wanted to keep this a  from the world why not create a pretense   so that  while the world  they could create a group of henchmen  , who would act as a watch  and perform their bidding when commanded to do so.
The world     talked in knowing terms and in hushed corners and was not really interested in what might happen to this  so while the world pretended to  and while the storm clouds of  built toward the people of the country who refused to bow down and become modern day slaves  all countries turned away or slipped away in the   as the          were unleashed upon the      much pain and suffering were thrust upon the brave people who would not pass quietly into the . They rose against their oppressors and fought gallantly, though many were  and much was lost.
Their once beautiful city the envy of all the world lay in ruins, people went through it all as best they could and the    marveled that life     could go on amid the  and strife; however the people of this country are strong, resilent and patient  . Think not for a moment that they are    this is not to be so  minds unified toward one goal and  ever toward that goal. The bullies have a long way to go in making that land into their own.