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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Creative Challenge # 266 ~Humble~



I am humble said the bumble bee, I can fly I am free
I am humble said the rose I have beauty, come see me
I am humble said the babbling brook, as it flows by
I am humble said the meadow lark, as it flew high
I am humble as I see, all this beauty that God gave me.
~tee~

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Creative Challenge #265 ~Colorful~


The shades of life make a colorful display
 Of joy or sorrow, of love and laughter
All  blending into a glorious picture of time.

~tee~

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Creative Challeng #264 ~Hanging in the balance ~


The time between grief and happiness
When our emotions are hanging in the balance,
Do we move on or stay in that gray world
Of tears and laughter, of sadness and joy,
To take that step into constant sorrow
Or sweet memories, is our choice of course.

~tee~

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Creative Challenge ~263~ The Culprit~


The culprit isn't the dawn.
But the soft beauty of the coming storm.
~tee~

Sunday, August 4, 2013

This Sunday.... Things I know.....

Things I know….
That you only appreciate what you earn
 Nothing in  life is really free
What goes around, comes around
When you have a hard row to hoe, it will take more than physical strength
Faith is not something you can exercise to grow, it just is.
Being  lonely is a choice
Being happy is also a choice
When life is a battle, call a truce once in a while
Wait for the dawn, for it will come.
Waiting for love is futile, love yourself  it is a beginning
Tomatoes will ripen in their own time
After the rain there is not always a rainbow.
But sometimes there is  and it is worth the wait.
~tee~



Thursday, August 1, 2013

Creative Challenge # 262 `Mature~

I need to mature, my head does say
But my heart says lets go out and play,

When its the time to be the grown up me
I ’ll be serious you just wait and see,

There is time for serious days I do know
But when work is done off to play I’ll go.

Time does fly and soon it will be that day
We’ll find our days of play are going away.

That day will come sad as it is, I do forsee
When I’ll be wishing less of that serious me.
~tee~