Flood?

What was your first clue?

Fifteen Crosses

I had a dream I was kneeling, at fifteen crosses on the hill
Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still,
I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
I tried to cry out to ease my grief,
Lifted my hands to heaven, prayed God's relief.
Not a sound or a word, emptiness abounds,
My sorrow overcoming, I began to drown.
Such bitter suffocation, I wish someone could hear,
Why we let this happen , in my dream nothing was clear.
I shook my fist to heaven and begged for reasons why,
But only silence spoke, offering no reply.
No sound came from my lips even as I screamed,
I prayed it's just a nightmare, an awful kind of dream.
Then I heard a choir of angels beckoning from above.
"The world is reaping hatred,"
"Because the world's not sowing love."
"You should embrace each others differences no matter what they may be,"
"And enlighten each other with the hope of peace and unity."
When the angel finished speaking, she ended with a sigh,
Gazing down at fifteen crosses of fifteen souls who said goodbye.
Then the heavens opened up, the angels giving way,
up to the gates of heaven, Amazing grace began to play.
And as they left this Earthly realm the angels were downhearted looking
back at fifteen crosses of the recently departed.
A soft rain began falling, but no cloud was in the sky,
Then Jesus whispered to me, "This is how the angels cry."

Standing Alone

I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.
See the hope and courage in the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back, I shall become strong.
I shall become only dependent on one.
That one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest.

I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.
The tears will be far from my smile.

Neil Armstrong

RIP Neil Armstrong.

Post from the family. Very fitting. RIP

"For those who may ask what they can do to honor Neil, we have a simple request. Honor his example of service, accomplishment and modesty, and the next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you, think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink.”

 

Books

Not everyone has the time or the patience to read a several hundred page book. Many people are looking for shorter, hit-and-run style stories, that they can read in a quick amount of time. Readers, just like everyone else, are short on time. Having 45 minutes to spend leisurely reading a book every day is a luxury not everyone can afford. However, people still want to read, and having access to books written in bite-sized chunks would make many readers very happy.
Yesterday's Gone, written by Sean Platt and David Wright, is a perfect example of serial fiction done right for eReaders -- in particular -- the Amazon Kindle. Sean and David promote each book as episodes, as if you were watching Lost, The Walking Dead or other similar shows. The first three seasons of Yesterday’s Gone is already available. So, if you want to start reading the series, there is plenty of content available to you. These books held my interest to the point that I didn't want to put them down. This is one of my top recommended book series.

My family!

She's so spoiled.

Welcome

Hi all. This is the first post on my new blog. I'm not sure what will become of it or what topics will appear here, but hopefully you will find something of interest. There are no set topics or limits so I hope I don't offend anyone.