Life, Prose, Poetry, Philosophy, Opinion, Faith |
. . . WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** A WARM HELLO, AND KINDEST THANK YOU FOR VISITING WHAT HAS BEEN DUBBED "Invalid Item" Visit the LIBRARY; click on one of the SHELVES or LINKS for automatic linking to the writing. Read and place some of your own writing; sharing ideas is encouraged, and ENJOYMENT is the SHEASHIRE WISH! "SHEASHIRE BLOG CHARTER", says very clearly, "LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR".
All posted comments should be GENTLE, SUPPORTIVE, CARING, and CONSTRUCTIVE. These are communication skills that must be adhered to; the "BOSS" is adamant about it. Scroll just past the LIBRARY to log your BLOG. Rotating LIBRARY, or go straight to the SHELF to browse.
Thanks Tornado Day for sponsoring me in the "Rising Star Group" and being my friend. |
... For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." Isaiah 55:8-9, had this to say: "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. Until then, breath easy, don't panic, and always hold on tight, the ride can sometimes throw you out of your seat. |
... "My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth." ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Invalid Item" |
. . . Sailing a sea of tranquility, Where the sky kisses the sun. Where the fresh salt air, infuses right here, Passion tanned, on God's ground now done. Newfoundlanders smile at her story, Well beyond the fields glory of one. Her North Shore so fine, On the great Island's straight, tilted, spine, Her coves, and broad bays, Etch her sweet rhyming ways. Saying she's number one, and much more. To all who gaze at her beautiful revealer, the mapped shores, In grandeur, standing proud in the east, with lit lamps, Past nights, holding hands with Her days. |
. . . " If you love people enough, they will respond lovingly. If I offend people, I blame myself, for I know that if my conduct had been correct, they would not have been offended even though they did not agree with me. Before the tongue can speak, it must have lost the power to wound." |
... "I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord". ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Invalid Item" |
... "For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another." ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Invalid Item" |
... "The next great political unfolding for our age is a broad-based commitment to wage peace, to declare it with as much serious intent and effort as we have ever employed in the waging of war. Merely managing the effects of a war mentality -- and fear-based consciousness is at heart a war mentality -- is an inadequate response to the dangers of our age. The new politics is a kind of shamanic power that seeks to influence the world around us by becoming the change we want to see happen. Gandhi said, "We must be the change." This does not mean that we must become enlightened masters before we can have a positive effect on the world. It means, however, that our every effort to live lives of righteousness and purity as we understand it is supported by the power of God. It is in forgiving people that we release them from the darkness we might judge them for; it is in refusing to judge people that we have the most power to affect them; and it is in loving people that we heal them of the wounds that have hardened their minds and hearts. That is why a new politics is one in which our own whole person must be the world we work on first. Our meditations, our personal growth work, our prayers, our healing, and our need to forgive and withhold judgment are the things we must concentrate on first in seeking to transform the world." - Marianne Williamson |
... Hello my buddy, my friend, and my pal, Hello my buddy for one, and for all. Walking, and running, to the end round the bend. Some singing, some panting, some wondered in awe. Some of my buddies, remembered tears gone. Friends who have gone far beyond my call. Some self righteous, making them appear small, and loud. In the jungle where friendship is valued in shroud. Where nothing but friendship, gives life to our crowd. ````````````````````` Do you see what I wanted to see, Do you see the shine of the sun? Do you see how I prayed I could be, But just not enough for true love? Do you see how my heart still does beat, Pumping fast my red Newfoundland blood? Dripping red mess, 'couse the course wasn't met, Without you now I am just one. The might of more words will soon come to be heard. When thoughts of the other ring on... |
. . . "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened." |