Thoughts For Today


I turned away from placing my Dumbo ears to the TV news each day. It wasn’t because it scared me so much, although that is a partial reason, but it is depressing to me. With my healing process of losing my brother; I don’t need any extra depression in my life.

The days of the hippie, free and caring, the world is a pretty place, flowers in our hair, pot everywhere are gone. I am not saying I experienced any or all of this but I do remember thinking the world is round. The world is full of possibilities; the world is full of love.

I don’t think it is totally a fact that my age has changed my views on those hippie days, but more a realization that the world is not all about flowers; but it is all about love.

As I read the postings on Facebook, or even play with Google search, highlights show over and over our world still has happy moments; but is crumbling around us. Fighting among countries, families being separated, children raising themselves, murder is as easy as pulling the trigger.

This country was built and stood on our love for God, our neighbors, and looking out for each other. This part of our world is being tarnished by the evil in our world. Today it is more about survival, hurt those who hurt us, take from others what we think we deserve.

What do we deserve? Do we have the right to call each day our own? Do we dare count on tomorrow? In my opinion, no, we do not. We are not our own boss, God is our teacher. He is our leader, the all-knowing. He knows which minute is our last. He knows the errors of our ways. He knows our heart.

I can not even say today what I used to say, which was; with enough people gathering together we can make the world a better place. Why? because I am not sure it is supposed to be a better place. Many people believe the world is coming to a point where Jesus will come back. I also believe this but have no knowledge of when.

Although I am smart enough to know from reading Revelations that many verses state what we are living today, we as believers of God must pray not that the world will get better; but that all shall have the opportunity to make that most valuable choice of walking with God or not.

We must be thankful for each day we are given. We should pray a huge thank-you for each gift we are given. We are not in charge of our days, but we can help by pulling together, helping others and loving all, period. We can be a huge marble of support for each other.

Yesterday, Ute, a blogging friend of mine gave me an idea and I actually loved it. There is much confusion we live with today, but I do remember clearly when I was a child going to the giant swings at the park. I remember how free I felt swinging as high as I could. I remember feeling the breeze going through my hair, laughing and giggling while mom and dad pushed me. I am going to go do this. I am going to get some of that free feeling of being a kid again, while the grown-up part of me keeps an eye on my reasons for existence and I prepare for what is to come.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fire In My Veins


Fire In My Veins

Fire In My Veins

The sun has set

The world gone still

A chill in my veins

As I wait for you

To walk through that door

To be mine once more

The fire shall burn

The flames shall warm

As I walk into your arms

Once again.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

03.03.2014

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Fire In My Veins


 

Fire In My Veins

The sun has set

The world gone still

A chill in my veins

As I wait for you

To walk through that door

To be mine once more

The fire shall burn

The flames shall warm

As I walk into your arms

Once again.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

03.03.2014

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Be My Valentine


Magical, mystical

Heart beats a flutter

Dancing, prancing

Words all a stutter

Love in the air

Snowflakes on my tongue

Spinning, swirling

My soul is yours to wear

Valentine, my sweet valentine

Come dance with thee

Let’s soar to the skies

Just you and me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

02.14.2014

 

 

 

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My Valentine


Counting down the days before her baby came back and into her arms. Just thinking of him, the picture in her mind brought a smile wide as the ocean and dimples as deep as a baby’s cheeks.

They sat side by side in elementary school. In high school he asked her for a date. The two knew they were meant to be. He had seen her fall and scrape  her knees. She had seen him missing his two front teeth.

They danced their first Junior High party together. They sneaked their first kiss under the elm tree. They wrote love letters each night and before first class started each had the others in their hands.

His parents were modern. Her parents were strict. The two weren’t allowed to date until she was 16. He drove his parents car up to her sidewalk. When he rang the doorbell and she opened the door he had one single, red rose that he gave her.

They went to a pizza joint for supper and then went to the Roller Dome for skating. Holding hands on all couples dance; they fell more in love than ever. Taking her home he held her gently in his arms and he kissed her nose.

She wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her on her lips and the two explored each others mouths. The porch light flickered on and off. She knew it was her cue to return inside. He touched her cheek with his hand and kissing her nose he jumped out of his door and walked her to the front door.

For the next three  years they dated every Friday and Saturday night. They went roller skating, to the movies, to football and basketball games. During the week nights it was study time. Her parents insisted she get an education before considering serious commitments to any gentleman.

The days flew by and soon it was graduation day. They visited each others homes for parties  From that day forward the two worked  and spent all the time together they were allowed.

One day when it was smoldering outside he walked to her front door. When she opened it tears flowed down his cheeks as he handed her the white envelope. He followed her to the sun room and she opened it up and read the letter.

She looked up and saw his tears still streaming and felt her own cheeks become wet. He was leaving. He was being shipped off for the military. They had one week left to be together before they said their goodbyes.

The hours turned into minutes. The time drew to an end. Hugging and kissing she waved to him as he stepped up into the bus. Her heart was breaking. When the bus was no longer in sight, she turned and dried her eyes, walked back to his car that he had left her to take care of until he returned.

She drove the streets until she ended up at the city park. Sitting on the swing her mind went back to the first time they had met. Memories took her from there unto the present. Filling the days ahead would be a hard job to do. Every free moment she had her thoughts returned to him.

The six weeks did go by and he did return. The two melted into each others arms. Hugging and kissing he lifted her off of the ground spinning her around with excitement of holding her once again.

They had three glorious days to spend together before he was to leave  for his next orders. He was going over seas and this time she would not see him for almost a year. The night before he was to leave he drove them to the park.

He let her out and picking up a blanket from his back seat they walked to the sandy beach. The moon shone bright. The air was still, the night was warm. There on the open beach they made love to each other.

The next morning she once again had tears of sadness as she waved to him as he entered the bus. As it went out of sight she sat in his car and wept. This was going to be a long time apart. The days would slowly turn from one to the other.

She asked for more hours at her job and she received them. She poured herself into her work. The two wrote to each other daily. They poured out their hearts and he told her to start planning for their wedding. He let her know of his expected return date and wrote that they would be married two days after he came home.

For a few weeks she thought of nothing but weddings, flowers, and her dress. Work took on a new goal for her as she saved every penny she could. But one morning she woke up and she felt awful. When she stood up she became ill and rushed to the toilet.

A few days later she learned that she was pregnant. She wrote to him to let him know. She received nothing in return. She waited for days, but yet nothing. One morning she opened the front door for  work and two officers stood there.

They asked her name. They asked to come in. The three sat on the couch. They said their news and expressed their regrets. They let themselves out. She sat alone and cried. She touched her belly. She whispered she would take good care of him while daddy lived in heaven. She whispered to the heavens, We love you my Valentine.

 

 

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