Unheard Whispers Creates Lost Souls - storiesuntold{PattyDeGroff} (large ebook reader TXT) 📗
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day.
Please they call out to their brethren,
we must find a way.
Stop the drugs and wars and vilence,
and take one anothers hands.
And hear the silence and the feeling of love,
as we take one anothers hands.
PLEASE FOR FREEDOM AS ONE PEOPLE TAKE A STAND .
Author notes:
A world gone mad will be the outcome uncareing untaught is the blame .For with out love and careing freedome will never be the same.
Little Joey Taught Us All
Everyone racing about shopping everyday,
Christmas was getting near with such a display.
Little Joey sat silent being crippled watching every move,
only Joey saw things the others had refused.
No one ever noticed him there,
a man dressed in a white flowing gown.
They went about their day while he watched on,
but little Joey saw him come down.
Joey pointed toward the tree and the man smiled,
Joey smiled to for he had a friend for a while.
As the day grew on and the man stood close by,
little Joey from being neglected after a while began to cry.
He found his way out of his wheelchair and went to the man,
and after a moment he took his hand.
The man there with him was the Lord himmself ,
and a tear fell from his eyes as the two of them left.
As the evening grew on and the family began to settle down,
they finally noticed little Joey was no where to be found.
They searched the house and the yard the neighbors and asked friends,
only he was not found and the sorrows began.
It was a little before midnight when the front door opened wide,
and in came little Joey so happy and he told them hi.
All were so excited their little man was home,
and they knelt beside him and asked where he had gone.
Nobody helped me his little voice replied,
as a big tear began to roll down from his eyes.
There was a man all in white came to stay with me,
and he took me to a place where I could be free.
Seen we all see you we always have,
and Little Joey replied you do now.
But today as I sat alone no one helped me today,
you just were all running about telling me your in the way .
He talked to me and took me for something to eat,
we walked in the park mama it was really neat.
The animals all came running to us and we pet them each one,
and Mama he told me I was one of his sons .
The house drew quiet for the family saw ,
their little Joey before couldnt walk.
He had ben crippled since birth indeed,
yet here he is standing strong in front of me.
From that moment on the gifts didnt seem so important anymore,
And the decorations embarassed those within the home.
Each began to take them down and Joey walked about,
and as the family finnished Joey asked them to all sit down.
Jesus he told me was his name,
and he told me one day he would come back again.
He was hopeing to find a family who truely knew,
what Christmas was and what his children should do.
For their are many out on the streets cold and hungry today,
Oh what they would give to be invited to such a place.
Instead of all the decorations why not buy some blankets and coats and shoes,
wrap them if you must and reach out to those you never knew.
Mama he cried when this story he did tell me this night,
and I saw his wings spread wide.
He placed his hands upon my legs,
and whispered son get up and play.
You will be the one to show others how Christmas should be,
To bring joy to the sad and food for those in need.
For lights and trinkets are pretty but a waste indeed,
to have such waste when their are many in such need .
The gifts they gathered and placed them in the car that night,
and they drove about town to find those homeless thats right.
Each were given a gift and an invite for dinner you see,
and the very next day they saw him once again standing by me.
Miracles do happen upon this earth,
and as little Joey looked upon the crowd he found the one hurt.
A man with a cane and shoes so tattered and thin.
Little Joey reached out and embraced him.
The old man dodged away from him at first afraid i guess.
but in a moment he looked about and stood up with the rest/
His cane fell to the floor and he had such a smile upon his face.
and little Joey whispered my friend go play .
Blessings are bestowed upon Gods angels here on earth,
they often stand so near yet we dont see their worth.
so busy living our own life we tend to ignore those most in need,
they only wish for kindness and a little help from you and me .
Author notes:
Look about your home and tell me as you look upon the money wated on all the decorations and gifts and the debt one falls into how does this give another love .Children often in these homes are restricted at even touching such pretty things and are punished if they do .What is Christmas it is the celebration of the birth of Christ . Look upon your children there before you and ask yourself what love have you shown them this day . Have you embraced them and together played . When was the last time together you have talked as a family indeed . Where have their smiles gone and why couldnt you see .
Evaporations Of Thought Renewed
Like honey drips from the Bee honey cones,
so shall the sent of the rose be.
It is the evaporation of time standing still,
that makes the soul fly free.
In words we spin the tales of life,
and the creations we have no control.
Yet through our minds we bring them to life ,
and touch others inner souls.
As the butterfly wisps across the land ,
having such control yet as light as a feather takes a stand .
How it is done we ponder each day,
yet with such miracles we smile as it flies away.
Through our eyes reflections so turned upside down,
our minds brings them upright without a sound .
Perplexed by their beauty we watch in awe,
and listen intently for the faintest of calls.
Touched we are the poets of the day,
bringing the world to life a place the mind does play.
Should we ignore the whispers where would we be,
and if you think about it to ignore such beauty you must be blind indeed .
Our sciences fine tuned how could we become bored today,
such music plays about us and those cotton like kisses upon our face .
Who could live and not experience heaven within you and me,
and know we are blessed for lifes journey is just in reach .
Author notes:
Its such a refreshing experience every day to feel smell and hear and see heaven about me here upon this earth .Its for everyone to share if we wake up and let it in
A Shadow Upon The Range
Years he rode out on that range,
rolling hills and where prayers were exchanged.
Felt nearer to God there he could feel his embrace,
and the gentlest kisses he felt upon his face.
Angel kisses he would whisper a blessing indeed,
for since just a babe they were so given to me.
Every year as I made my journey through Gods magical world,
such visions he so gave to me while on watch they so unfurled.
Through my eyes he showed me wisdom I hold to this day,
my ears I hear his creatures at play.
Through my touch I sense the warmth and coolness about me there,
and my heart it is a time where love and freedoms embrace
is shared
Please they call out to their brethren,
we must find a way.
Stop the drugs and wars and vilence,
and take one anothers hands.
And hear the silence and the feeling of love,
as we take one anothers hands.
PLEASE FOR FREEDOM AS ONE PEOPLE TAKE A STAND .
Author notes:
A world gone mad will be the outcome uncareing untaught is the blame .For with out love and careing freedome will never be the same.
Little Joey Taught Us All
Everyone racing about shopping everyday,
Christmas was getting near with such a display.
Little Joey sat silent being crippled watching every move,
only Joey saw things the others had refused.
No one ever noticed him there,
a man dressed in a white flowing gown.
They went about their day while he watched on,
but little Joey saw him come down.
Joey pointed toward the tree and the man smiled,
Joey smiled to for he had a friend for a while.
As the day grew on and the man stood close by,
little Joey from being neglected after a while began to cry.
He found his way out of his wheelchair and went to the man,
and after a moment he took his hand.
The man there with him was the Lord himmself ,
and a tear fell from his eyes as the two of them left.
As the evening grew on and the family began to settle down,
they finally noticed little Joey was no where to be found.
They searched the house and the yard the neighbors and asked friends,
only he was not found and the sorrows began.
It was a little before midnight when the front door opened wide,
and in came little Joey so happy and he told them hi.
All were so excited their little man was home,
and they knelt beside him and asked where he had gone.
Nobody helped me his little voice replied,
as a big tear began to roll down from his eyes.
There was a man all in white came to stay with me,
and he took me to a place where I could be free.
Seen we all see you we always have,
and Little Joey replied you do now.
But today as I sat alone no one helped me today,
you just were all running about telling me your in the way .
He talked to me and took me for something to eat,
we walked in the park mama it was really neat.
The animals all came running to us and we pet them each one,
and Mama he told me I was one of his sons .
The house drew quiet for the family saw ,
their little Joey before couldnt walk.
He had ben crippled since birth indeed,
yet here he is standing strong in front of me.
From that moment on the gifts didnt seem so important anymore,
And the decorations embarassed those within the home.
Each began to take them down and Joey walked about,
and as the family finnished Joey asked them to all sit down.
Jesus he told me was his name,
and he told me one day he would come back again.
He was hopeing to find a family who truely knew,
what Christmas was and what his children should do.
For their are many out on the streets cold and hungry today,
Oh what they would give to be invited to such a place.
Instead of all the decorations why not buy some blankets and coats and shoes,
wrap them if you must and reach out to those you never knew.
Mama he cried when this story he did tell me this night,
and I saw his wings spread wide.
He placed his hands upon my legs,
and whispered son get up and play.
You will be the one to show others how Christmas should be,
To bring joy to the sad and food for those in need.
For lights and trinkets are pretty but a waste indeed,
to have such waste when their are many in such need .
The gifts they gathered and placed them in the car that night,
and they drove about town to find those homeless thats right.
Each were given a gift and an invite for dinner you see,
and the very next day they saw him once again standing by me.
Miracles do happen upon this earth,
and as little Joey looked upon the crowd he found the one hurt.
A man with a cane and shoes so tattered and thin.
Little Joey reached out and embraced him.
The old man dodged away from him at first afraid i guess.
but in a moment he looked about and stood up with the rest/
His cane fell to the floor and he had such a smile upon his face.
and little Joey whispered my friend go play .
Blessings are bestowed upon Gods angels here on earth,
they often stand so near yet we dont see their worth.
so busy living our own life we tend to ignore those most in need,
they only wish for kindness and a little help from you and me .
Author notes:
Look about your home and tell me as you look upon the money wated on all the decorations and gifts and the debt one falls into how does this give another love .Children often in these homes are restricted at even touching such pretty things and are punished if they do .What is Christmas it is the celebration of the birth of Christ . Look upon your children there before you and ask yourself what love have you shown them this day . Have you embraced them and together played . When was the last time together you have talked as a family indeed . Where have their smiles gone and why couldnt you see .
Evaporations Of Thought Renewed
Like honey drips from the Bee honey cones,
so shall the sent of the rose be.
It is the evaporation of time standing still,
that makes the soul fly free.
In words we spin the tales of life,
and the creations we have no control.
Yet through our minds we bring them to life ,
and touch others inner souls.
As the butterfly wisps across the land ,
having such control yet as light as a feather takes a stand .
How it is done we ponder each day,
yet with such miracles we smile as it flies away.
Through our eyes reflections so turned upside down,
our minds brings them upright without a sound .
Perplexed by their beauty we watch in awe,
and listen intently for the faintest of calls.
Touched we are the poets of the day,
bringing the world to life a place the mind does play.
Should we ignore the whispers where would we be,
and if you think about it to ignore such beauty you must be blind indeed .
Our sciences fine tuned how could we become bored today,
such music plays about us and those cotton like kisses upon our face .
Who could live and not experience heaven within you and me,
and know we are blessed for lifes journey is just in reach .
Author notes:
Its such a refreshing experience every day to feel smell and hear and see heaven about me here upon this earth .Its for everyone to share if we wake up and let it in
A Shadow Upon The Range
Years he rode out on that range,
rolling hills and where prayers were exchanged.
Felt nearer to God there he could feel his embrace,
and the gentlest kisses he felt upon his face.
Angel kisses he would whisper a blessing indeed,
for since just a babe they were so given to me.
Every year as I made my journey through Gods magical world,
such visions he so gave to me while on watch they so unfurled.
Through my eyes he showed me wisdom I hold to this day,
my ears I hear his creatures at play.
Through my touch I sense the warmth and coolness about me there,
and my heart it is a time where love and freedoms embrace
is shared
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