HEAVENLY PROMISES ON MENDED WINGS
Author: Mike Lewis
The sweetest melodies are those sung from the heart.
The softest harmonies are when two souls mend together.
Why then do people say it’s love that tears them apart?
When it’s with love that you can stand the stormy weather.
When I met you, Spring was here, and the birds were nesting.
I looked into your soft eyes and saw the prettiest smile.
Heaven pulled down her vail and offered her most sacred blessing.
I’ve met an angel, I couldn’t help but to smile.
Sittting by the pool of life, reflecting upon it’s surface,
I think of others and I get a little ripple.
I think of you, and a wave swells, spraying my face.
You said you wouldn’t cry, but I see the tears start to trickle.
Some people don’t believe in love at first sight,
Obviously they haven’t seen you.
Drifting on love’s endless blissful flight,
I’m so glad I met you.
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
1983, 95, 97, 2011 by: Todd Hudzinski
Many times I have thought
many times of unnecessary
impertinent to significant meaning
assigned as reality
Do YOU believe
We are not that
but only proverbial students
thrashing through intelligence
Grasping for reality
while nurturing intuition and
of potential unassigned reality
so that we may believe
in the ever-evolving
self evident truths
Intelligence born of imagination
the child of its parent
Unreal to reality
with reality insignificant
to imagination, but
necessary to intelligence
as it grows back into itself
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”
“The Wise Woman’s Stone”
13 years old.
by Sara Meincke Tubbs