Death, an unknown, mysterious part of life.  Some fear the thought, some cringe at the name.   How do we get past the fear?  How do we get to know the unknown?  I have the simple answer.  Be brave, accept God.  Get acquainted with Jesus, have a relationship with Him.  Then, death will be just the beginning to something spectacular.   We are just crossing over into our eternal home, heaven.  We are racing like thoroughbreds on the racetrack of life.  Our prize, heaven.    Heaven, our home, awaiting all who want to enter.  Filled with Mansions and noble castles.  Roads made of yellow gold.  Walls encrusted with precious rubies, diamonds, and gems.  God, the king, the ruler of this world.  Thus, death is nothing to fear.  Approach your day of death with confidence.  Be victorious, conquer death with a smile.  Do not shiver, be courageous, for your guardian angel is with you.  When you have crossed the finish line, laugh with joy.  You have reached your goal.  Go lay in pastures

  The graceful flower, God's spectacle to behold.  Many vibrant colors burst with luminosity.  An array of fragrances prick the nose.  They stand here and there.  They form luscious beds in the valley.  Grow amongst tall oaks and white birch.  You might even spot one in the desert. Where ever it may be, there might just be a flower hiding.  Take a glance and you might just spot one.   Flowers have been traded and sold to show love and fondness.  They have been given to show generosity and loyalty.  They sit upon oak tables, bringing beauty into a loving home.  Grown, to bring pretty and handsome to a yard.  Flowers,  a gift for many generations.  God spoke and said, "let there be flowers."  The seed grew and behold, a Flower of Grace. Flower of Grace        Flower of grace, what say you? Behold, my lovely lavenders Sweet honeysuckle bells What stance of pure, cream, lily beauty Stance of dignity and honor I speak Respect, I shall seek Under-f

  We all want to find our soul-mates one day.  Our destined companion, who will be our loyal and loving best friend.  Princesses, Duchesses, and ladies of this world dream of meeting their prince, dukes, and gentlemen.  We want to spend our young and old years with our prince charming.  We want to be royals, living in an Irish castle amongst the sea.    I pray for a God-fearing man each starry night.  Hoping God will bless me with my Irishman, my love.  Maybe meet my prince in an enchanted forest.  Girls and ladies alike want to sample infatuation.  Women young and old want a morsel of companionship.   All want to be kissed with a kiss of true love. My Willow Man  My love, my handsome beauty Muscles like a brute stallion Tawny mane hidden by tweed cap Chiseled silhouette, lion-hearted air My Irishman, My willow man Come, patch my soul, sew the tear Make my heart float, flutter, patter Fill my soul with chipper butterflies 　 I see you resting your

  Travels and laughter, those are the memories that I have stored in my beloved heart.  I have many trinkets and treasures that I have collected from my journeys.  An aura of fondness surround these porcelain statues.  They take me back to a time of enchantment and youth.  Daydreams take me adrift to snow-embellished mountains and pristine oceans I have tasted. These memories boom with excitement and laughter.   My gem, my treasure; a white unicorn, wisps me back to a time of splendor.  I revisit a mountain peak I conquered.  I stand there in awe.  I snap a post-card picture.  My family resides around me. Love floats in the misty air. Trinket of Past  Trinkets of past take off your dust masks Porcelain Unicorn, shine through, make travel memories boom White horse, silver chain, canter with me to rocky Maine Brave, dark eyes, bring back purple mountains and serenity sighs Rearing majesty, adjacent blue jewels, take me to aquamari

Our dreams may take us to the hills of Ireland or the fortress of Harvard.  We may want to stroll the paths of love with our soul-mate or ride alone on horse-back through the Glen.  We plan our steps, but God's will directs our paths.  The path may be troublesome and rocky, like the Scottish Highlands.  The path may be level and smooth, like the prairies.  Either path, God will never leave or forsake us.  God's will is the captain of our lives.  We want certain desires of our heart.   God knows our hearts and His will is upon those desires. God Willing  What does the dusty tomorrow hold? Does it bring shine and polish? Does it grow new cherry blossoms? Does it sprinkle sun drips or tickle mists? Fortune cookies and fortune tellers speak tales God's will, casts spiritual light on days to come His will may grow lavender and paint green days Fiction may store in Fact's chest of secrets Dreams may blossom into periwinkle truth flowers