A Simple Thank You

Thank you my Friends


Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
you entered;bringing light and life to me.
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
of wit and charm, of personality.
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
and images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
a thankfulness that you walk in these halls
with me.  Your friendship has become a part
of my world now; it has its special place
within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Remembering just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friends.


Hearts and Minds: Justice


Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
– Martin Luther King

Justice is not always an open and shut case – sometimes we have to work for it

If you want peace, you must work for justice.
– Pope Paul VI

It is essential that justice be done, and it is equally vital that justice not be confused with revenge, for the two are wholly different.
– Oscar Aria

True peace is not merely the absence of tension, it is the presence of Justice.
– Martin Luther King

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
  – Elie Wiesel

What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and love mercy and walk humbly with your God.
– Micah 6:8

Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
– James Shirley (1596-1666)

It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
  – Earl Warren
Justice without strength is helpless, strength without justice is tyrannical….Unable to make what is just strong, we have made what is strong just.
       – Blaise Pascal


True justice is fair and balanced – also free of our own inner biases

Justice does not come from the outside. It comes from inner peace.
– Barbara Hall

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
– Matthew 5:6

The first duty of society is justice.
       – Alexander Hamilton

Mankind censure injustice fearing that they may be the victims of it, and not because they shrink from committing it.
       – Plato 


My favorite:  “There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”

Death and Spirit: Collaborative Effort #4


Death’s Visit

by Mark

How great be the sadness as death passes.
Oh cry out in anguish this void filled with emptiness.
The darkness that only knows the heartache
When death’s visit comes.

Matters not what be the number of hands set against him,
Nor the voices wailing as their pleas stay not this hand.
Yet we sit in this dark and empty place;
No answer do we find in this which be
Heartache’s void.

I rage against that which might have been; 
yet could I not block the path
of this evil with shackled steel to be led away.
Not knowing how or why or even when
Death’s visit comes…



Spirit’s Return

by Rhonda

How broken and lost be our hearts
When death comes to call upon our door.
Our soul filled with disbelief and heartache
by the pain and the void left in death’s wake

No words can lessen the anguish.
No touch can sooth the pain.
The sound of silence fills this empty room
Where only death’s echoes still remain.

But in this silence I sometimes find
A bit of the spirit is left behind.
When my heart is heavy and weary with loss
I am comforted in the arms of this…
the spirit’s return…

The Power of One Sentence



When God leads you to the edge of the cliff,

trust Him fully and let go;

only 1 of 2 things will happen:

either He’ll catch you when you fall

or He’ll teach you how to fly!



Best Divorce Letter Ever Written


Dear Wife:

I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever.

I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years and I have nothing to show for it.

These last 2 weeks have been hell.  Your boss called to tell me you quit your job today and that was the last straw.

Last week you came home and didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers.

You ate in 2 minutes and went straight to sleep after watching all of  your soaps.

You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife.

Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.

Your EX-Husband

P.S.  Don’t try to find me.  Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together.

Have a great life!



Dear Ex-Husband:

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.

It’s true you and I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been.

I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping.  Too bad that doesn’t work.

I DID notice you got a hair cut last week but the 1st thing that came to mind was, “You look just like a girl!”

Since my Mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say anything nice, I didn’t comment.

And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with my SISTER because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago.

About those new silk boxers:  I turned away form you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them and I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.

After all of of this, I still loved you and felt we could work it out.  So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job and bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica; but when I got home, you were gone.

Everything happens for a reason, I guess.  I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted.

My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.  So, take care.

Your Rich as Hell EX-Wife

P.S.  I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl; I hope that’s not a problem.


Pages and Canvas: Collaborative Effort #3 (repost)


Empty Pages

By Mark

Books, empty pages barren without life;  so to a heart reflection’s unshared. 
Sad be it a book with its pages empty;

nothing to be said of its binding, just the empty pages as is the heart unseen.

Covered be the heart; without the mirror sees nothing;
Just bitter tears from that which be like the pages.
Oh cry out the sadness of the book and its binding;
still nothing written, no reflections.
You ask of me what matter this then the covered book not written.
As is the unseen heart.

Take these words I give thee, write them on thy heart.
Lest you forget them, then be you like the empty pages.
Matters not when your writing ends
for within your words,

these that speak of thy life for good or bad, be your reflection…

no longer just empty pages



Blank Canvas

By Rhonda

A blank slate, void of form or shape
Sad be this white canvas, no image on it’s surface, only visions of a life
that only my eyes can see.
Closed be my heart to the colors seen but not yet painted
Closed be my eyes to the textures felt but not yet formed

Covered be this canvas with images imagined, yet still unseen
Held only by the cold grip of this wooden easel
Crying out this empty canvas for colors of life and hope,
Yet the images remain trapped…
Held tightly within by memories too painful to display
And hopes the heart dare to release.
Though this canvas remains blank to those who seek it’s story
Unknown to them, it reveals the windows to my soul
Which hold the colors and textures of my life
My canvas no longer blank.

A Stunning Senior Moment



Having worked in the long term care field for 17 years, I am applauding too!

Have a great day everyone!

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