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At seeing the day's light
And all unfolding until night!
At the sweet friendship
And blessings for every tip.

At what has been left
After challenges we've met.
At every second of family health
And our daily strength.

(April 2010)

poem by Maria C. Costa
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Grace At Evening

For all the beauties of the day,
The innocence of childhood’s play,
For health and strength and laughter sweet,
Dear Lord, our thanks we now repeat.

For this our daily gift of food
We offer now our gratitude,
For all the blessings we have known
Our debt of gratefulness we own.

Here at the table now we pray,
Keep us together down the way;
May this, our family circle, be
Held fast by love and unity.

Grant, when the shades of night shall fall,
Sweet be the dreams of one and all;
And when another day shall break
Unto Thy service may we wake.

poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Someone Left A Light On For Me In Heaven

Somebody Left A Light On For Me In Heaven
(Dedicated to my Family, and Maya Angelou)

Somebody left a light on for me in heaven so I can find my way home
I’ve been searching and searching for the place I belong

Somebody left a light on for me in heaven because they cared enough for me,
That light is left on,
Now I can see

I can see my way through the pain and the mistrust
Through faith and obedience
Christ is the just
He is the just for all
He won’t let you fall

Somebody left a light on; yes I say this with a smile on my face
His love and compassion
I will daily embrace

That light is so bright, I can see through and through
At night He says my child take a rest
I left the light on
Because my Son the Christ died for you

November 15,2006
Atlanta, Georgia

poem by Sheena Rogers
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Strong Women

My family is a family
Of strong women
Of that there is no doubt
These women
Have withstood
The challenges of their times.

All of life’s trials
The worst of the worst
History has not been kind
Deaths, rapes and murders
They have had to live with daily
Live with on their minds.

Unexpected circumstance
Have tested my ancestral women
And they somehow survived
And somehow they managed to live on
Sometimes all alone
And to go on and to thrive.

And now in the Halls of History
They can stand up and be counted
Among those women
Among the best of the best
Those who are still considered to be
Strong Women.

poem by Christine A Kysely
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Friends and Family

Friends and family love you no matter what you do,
Friends and family Always help each other though.
Having wonderful people to help you along,
They encourage and inspire you to stay strong.

Friends and family are the trees of strength,
When you need their help, they'll go to any length.
They never judge you, just give you lots of love,
What wonderful blessings they are from God above.

Friends and family keep in touch,
You can lean on them, they'll be your crutch.
They email or call day by day
And for each other they always pray.

(James56/April 21 2007)

poem by James Greene
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Hope and Light, and Love

You – whose inner strength, I always think
to be the greater than my fluctuating own –
ask, only half humorously, as
business, family support, collapses all around,
for a poem of hope and light and love…

and I fall still and silent; for to me
only stillness, silence, are my answer
to those mighty questions of what within ourselves
we have, and have not; lose and find again…

and in the stillness of the silence, because
I am of ‘certain’ yet uncertain age…
hear the family voice still sounding in the ear of memory

of that sweet Stoicism of the Victorian working class:
…‘working’ indeed; even to the work-house…
and ‘class’; yet class with pride; hope (wasn’t the Baptist chapel
built along with Hope Street?): light; and love…

that Stoicism (would they know the word?)
that folds its hands onto its tidy lap, when
all around collapses, and says quietly,
“It’s trying.. as the good Lord knows,
for he’s tried me oftentimes enough…”

and Sunday starts and ends the week,
the ‘day of rest’ when God and Man
work hardest, and together..

that sweet Stoicism… that responds
to the muted tea-cup whine of others, with
‘We must just count our blessings, dear…’

or break into the mutual relief of song:
‘Count your blessings, one by one’..

and never was the One more to be sought, whose blessings
are only counted, as sleep’s sheep leap
over the stile of thought,
counted one by one; each one blessing, blest,
containing All -

All, and as you said yourself,
Hope; Light; and Love; these three..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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For My PH Family..A Christmas Prayer For You

May the Lord grant all your Christmas hearts' desires
And bless your family with good health and happiness
The wisdom to learn and accept everything
The strength to carry your daily task.

May He always be your anchor and vessel
The hope and the light in the dark tunnel of your life
The peace that you always long for
The love that you will keep inside your heart

May He always guide your way
In every direction, let Him be your star
May your family be always happy
And may you give Him that highest praise that He deserves.

In Jesus Name..Amen....

Maayong Pasko kaninyo tanan (Merry Christmas to all)

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Truly, the challenges we face are not Democratic challenges or Republican challenges. In fact, they are not political challenges at all; they are fiscal challenges, and educational challenges, and the challenges of figuring out how to take care of each other.

quote by Christine Gregoire
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The White Herons And The Black Buffaloes

the harvest season is over
the women had gone to their homes
with their men and children
around the table of wood
dinner of fish and rice
the family eats as one

how close can a family be
in love and friendship

last night the rain poured heavily again
flooding the rice fields
this early morning before the sun rises
the black buffaloes graze and
then wade in the muddy waters
above their heads the white herons are flying low
gracefully hovering and landing
at their backs
some stand beside their thick skins
pecking for lice

how close can these creatures be
on friendship consistently
symbiotically designed
by nature's hands

sometimes i wish
we can be like all these
on a friendship without vested interest
on love platonic
in sickness and in health
......

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Challenges

Life is full of challenges
with every step we take.
Each day we wake up
to new challenges
for us to get through
and each day we face them
to win our way through.

29 April 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Richest Man

A true friendship is Golden,
It lasts for eternity, not for a fleeting moment,
It endures petty squabbles and unkind words,
it endures because it is Golden.

...A true friendship is climbing the largest mountain in the world,
It is wrapping up warm on a bitter, wintry day,
It is the warm glow of a traditional log fire,
A true friendship is Golden.

A true friendship is about trying to make things better,
providing strength in times of adversity,
and courage in times of weakness,
A true friendship is Golden.

A true friendship is turning dakness into light,
being a rock to rely on when life is cruel,
it is about being there when the going is tough,
A true friendship is Golden.

A true friendship is unwrapping a special present on Christmas day,
it is the tinsel that decorates so beautifully the tree,
it is the star that lights up the night sky,
A true friendship is priceless, something gold cant buy

poem by Simon Thorpe
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The Spirit Of Crazy Horse

This world is of me
And I am of it
It makes me who I am
What I must be
The birds fly freely
They are my family
Teaching freedom
The bear and buffalo - my family
Teaching strength, endurance
The beaver and tortoise - my family
Teaching perseverance, patience
The wolf - my family
Teaching loyalty, friendship
The fox - my family
Teaching wisdom, insight
The air - my breath
The river - my blood
The grass - my bed
The starry night - my blanket
To remove any piece of this
Diminishes me
Suffocates me
Destroys me
When I fight
Not only for my people but my family
To die fighting is the way of my family
To resist servitude until my death is honorable
The time of resistance is now
To fight or be broken
To stand tall - not to crawl
The day my breath joins the wind will be a good day.

poem by Claude H Oliver II
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The Gift Of Friendship

It's hard to find a friendship that is truly real
Sometimes it's hard to trust
Never give up on making new friends
Friends are like family, and family is a must.

A family is very personal
and to me friendship is too
So I take it slow when meeting new people
I have to feel that their friendship is true.

But if I am convinced they want nothing but friendship
I will except them into my heart
For in my heart they are truly safe
And nothing will break that friendship apart.

Dianna Nally
11/21/04

poem by Dianna Nally
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Echoes

They often come in sweet ways
As powerful as when she prays.
Through melodious sounds resonating
And words of praise wisely spoken
She treasures them - a friendly token.

They will always arrive here
Conveying that peace so dear!
They vividly enhance the mind
Challenging her daily tasks
For years ahead we hope it lasts.

(April 2010)

poem by Maria C. Costa
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After that night

He said things would never change
that things would always be the same
he told me he loved me
he swore all this on our friendship

but after that night we had no friendship nor any love
after that night he said goodbye
after that night he said it never mattered
after that night he ignored me
after that night he left for good

it wasnt my fault
it wasnt me who made all the mistakes
it wasnt me who turned and walked away from him
cause i still love him, but he made the choice
to leave me standing all alone that night

he left me standing there full of saddness and shame
he left me believing all his lies
he left me to love him after thaat night

nothing was ever the same nor will it ever be
because after that night not a bit of that night could make it right
i lost my best friend and my first love after that night

poem by Kendyll Brown
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Jagger has a sister

Jagger has a sister her name is Jett Ariel. We welcome you into the family. Because you are so cute and sweet.Your birthday is April 4 and not April fool.We already have Moncia who is born on April fool's day. And now I have a great niece who I will truly love. Because she came from two people who are in love. written and Posted 4/6/09

poem by Susie Sunshine
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April, Dear April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.

April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.

April April April April
April April April April
April April April April

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Yellow Snow

I forced my ability today,
with nothing to do, and words left to say.
A crying fighter in the night,
I used to be so weak, but now I'm only light,
challenges, challenges.
Where they vomit, from,
I guess I'll never know.
Yellow snow, Yellow snow,
I guess why you are so funny,
is something that I'll never know,
never know, never,
yellow snow.

poem by Rebecca Stansfield
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Avoiding The Weeds

Come out from among the strife, unto The Savior, Jesus Christ,
From the weeds of worldliness, unto the Son of Righteousness;
Out from a world of dark despair, into The Lord’s love and care,
From a world of darkened blight, into The Lord’s Glorious Light.

Around us is such pain and strife, in this world, where sin is rife,
With many hindered by the weeds, as they attend to their needs,
Providing for the family’s care, they find temptation everywhere,
So in the darkness of the night, we truly need The Savior’s Light.

Weeds surround us in many ways, as we live life in darker days,
Even finding their way inside, The Church, for whom Jesus died,
Into the Church of Jesus Christ, His people, bought with a price,
As darkness finds its way within, the Body, God saved from sin.

In an increasingly darkened time, by our Lord God’s own design,
He is our Strength and a Tower, for believers to flee to any hour;
To this Tower the Righteous flee, Believers, just like you and me,
In this Tower strength is found, for us to stand on higher ground.

As God’s Truth a soul heeds, the man of God avoids the weeds,
With freedom in Christ our Lord, while the weeds can go ignored,
With our Savior right by our side, in Christ’s Spirit we shall abide,
To live daily, in the Light of God, led by our Lord’s staff and rod.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Philippians 4: 13

The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay

The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings

The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed

The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand

The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign

poem by Anders Lim
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I'm April the seventh

it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with drops of rain beating my heart away
with drops of wine dried in my mouth
and tango I've just danced

it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
sitting in the dark room
after a head over heal night
and the tango I've just danced

it's April the seventh
I'm April the seventh
Lazarus's Saturday and children's bells
all tinkling across my street
all tinkling across my heart

it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a scarf around my neck
and high heels on my feet
and the tango I've just danced

it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a book I'm about to read
a cigarette I am about to smoke
and the tango I've just danced