The Dipper water bird is the Ousel
It is evidence of design in nature
A very friendly little bird
Living near mountain streams.
It can usually be found in water
Swift-flowing and splashy.
A buoyant bird floating along
Apparently weightless, then suddenly
Sinks to the bottom like lead
Picking up bits in of food in stream bed.
After taking his fill shakes himself off
Mysteriously sets himself afloat again
Almost like a wisp of smoke.
It has been discovered this little bird
Is strangely built with special equipment
A muscular apparatus instantly exhausting
Every bit of air from its body allowing it
To sink down and taking in air again
and float off once more.
Now, that’s a special creation, isn’t it?
Of course it is, that’s what nature is
It’s not by accidental development.
The truth is the Creator provided it.
He made this particular bird as He did us
Knowing what is needed for us to survive.
It’s wonderful that this little bird
Was made something so special
To get its food so conveniently.
Just like us, we are so loved
And so is this little bird loved
That we are provided with all things too
To make our existence comfortable
To be provided everything we might need.
We are so loved and so special just like
This little dipper water bird.
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”Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.” ~Leo Tolstoy
Whoever you are reading this, I do. I love you. You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.
I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. For those that read, they think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.
I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days.
You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are. You should be happy. You are gorgeous.
I know that every day might not be perfect. But I promise to make it better. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it and when you think of me, I will be there in spirit with you.
At least you can enjoy today the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means? You are alive and everything will be okay.
“Always remember this: somewhere, someone is happy…simply because you exist.”
The love that was a burning flame
Long ago had been tamed
When I look into her eyes
I wish that I could stand
In the pouring rain
Hoping for rekindled flame.
When her gaze met mine
I think back to our days
To the days that we shared
The hidden love the pushed
And the dared.
I remember the feeling
Of her hand locked in mine
And how our hearts and minds
Intertwined.
We had fit together perfectly
I knew she would always be mine
But we tried apart and said goodbyes
And inside I died, it did not work.
I could no longer picture
Life without her life
Her smile because it rendered me
As helpless as a child
Left alone in the dark
She had indeed left her mark.
I had found her to never leave
The pain would inflamed my soul
She looked at me with love
Wishes of my forgiveness
And the tenderest of giving.
Free of the torment of longing
Now she is forever love and hope, desire
For we are blessed from above
This flame rekindled for life
And loving her as I love her, I do.
How mightily the soul resonates
Wisdom is the divine word
Swinging wide loves gates
Bringing all men and nature
Into loving accord.
See how mightily it sweeps
Words are flaming swords
A working mighty will
Wielded by Knowledge
Freely with compassion
Is the highest honor;
For the mind is mightier
Than the sword.
At dawn the humidity still caught the sun had already bounded up and breaking just to give us warmth. The lights were just peaking over the dark green hills stretching as far as our eyes could see.
The water rippled carefully, as if it was trying not to break like the feeling in my skin as it tingled; somehow cold despite the warm summer breath pushing me forward.
Upon the wooden boat that felt perfect unsure to rest in; like floating through a dream. Lifting each oar made the loudest sounds and I was as if were helpless passion; all for an ill-kept secret. All the little words I’d say shivered up and down my spine restlessly.
My poor poet mind wouldn’t sleep until after you. I was love-sick and horribly in-firmed with the heat of you; with the idea of you. I would make myself nauseously ill at the thought of losing you.
It could have taken forever or it could have taken seconds for my soaked and beautiful boat to reach the shore, tapping softly on its hand and hissing water sounds into the hill’s ears.
I felt myself fill with every sound and my veins cry out, wanting to burst and fill the dark water with the essence of you. I barely made it to shore.
And then I you were not there yet, but it would only be a small time before you’d join me in your careful, quiet way, in the anxious, in the wanting of you. Safe in port.
How mightily the soul resonates
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