"Faith...The discovery and acceptance of Godly values that alter ones reality."

The cream rises to the top, but it's mostly fat.

"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and ...sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat." {Theodore Roosevelt, President...A Speech Titled: 'Citizenship In A Republic' aka 'The Man In The Arena', Given in Paris, France on April 23, 1910}

I will be true, for there are those who trust me.
I will be pure, for there are those who care.
I will be strong, for there is much to suffer.
And, I will be brave, for there is much to dare.

{Howard Arnold Walter, poet}

You may not think you changed the world, but you changed the world for me.

Sometimes it isn't you, and it is everyone else!

‎Going forward, after my **th birthday at the end of this month, when asked about my age I will say that I am not old, but a "gently aging life expert".

Shallowness of character defines one to the core.

How is it that we use glass Mason 'jars' for food 'canning' ?

"There are writers who meander, certainly, but only as a means of getting straight to their point." - Youngme Moon

"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them."

"To Strive...To Seek...To Find --- And Not To Yield!"

['One Week']

"Sometimes you have to break the rules around you to keep the rules within you."
- Martha Beck, Oprah.com

There's An Angel In Your Choir

There is an angel in your choir, Lord

Upon whose breath rings carillon

As her face glows flush with faith

Petitioning my soul to song.

There's an angel in your choir, Lord

Her eyes seeking heaven's hearth

And the sparkle of her love for You

Brings cadence to my heart.

There's an angel in your choir, Lord

With reverent arms reaching forth in praise

In witness of your glory's might

Bearing truth that anoints my day.

* * * * *

If only such love, Lord

Could also be meant for me

My heaven would begin on earth

And prevail for all eternity.

Somewhere in time, Lord

I know I will find my place

Among the heavenly stars

And your most loving grace.

But until such day, Lord

That you shall call me home

May I ask that you bless me, Lord

With an angel of my own?

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"Don't be afraid of dying...But be fearful of the unlived life." - ('Tuck Everlasting')