625. Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. ~Sir Walter Scott

So long sad times
Pull along bad times
You are now a thing of the past.
The skies are clear again.
So let’s sing a song of cheer again!
Happy times,
happy nights,
happy days 
are here again!
~Excerpted lyrics from song 
by Benny Meroff

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The birds are chirping happy tunes. High in the trees the squirrels are happily scampering to and fro. Lengthening sunny days are making those who till the soil happy. And happy little seedling are growing bigger in the warmth. But hold on just a minute! Something’s terribly wrong with this picture. After all it’s still January and therefore winter. So why all the happy dances? Could it be that lies are being spread? As a matter of fact they are, and it happens nearly every year here in north central Texas. In mid to late January the sun begins to speak seductively of springtime, and it tells the fairy tale so well and so long that the land is duped into believing the fallacy. What’s more the unusual warming trend often extends into February making it a partner-in-crime in the treacherous deception. And then wham, bam!!! Winter reclaims its hold on the land. But that’s not the end of the story. Spring will arrive at its ordained “hour upon the stage” for no matter what happens, God is still in control and what He has promised will come to pass.

When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider this: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore, no one can discover anything about their future. ~Ecclesiastes 7:14   ✝

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I Have Scars

Originally posted on Lorrie Bowden:

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I have scars that can’t be seen
Perhaps I met them in a dream
If you can’t see them
Then they’re not real
How I wish this was truth


I have scars they cut me deep
They separated muscle from bone
And feeling from life
They cut ties to my human side
And made me live in the dark recesses
Where knife cut matter
And what lives inside cries


Yes, I have scars
But I don’t wear them well
Only time will tell
Flying clocks with wings
Erase the messages of time
The ceaseless nagging of pain
At the bottom of my psyche
Washes the light of life
A tinged hint of gray
Darkens the day
Just a little


My scars don’t define me
Only bind me
Intertwine me
In the place that can’t exist
If my reaching soul climbs out of the carnage
Blossoms like a flower
A tiny bud releasing it’s beautiful fragrance into the world


Light of the Creator
Designs a crater
A chasm to be filled with love and joy
Radiates light
Of all that might
Gracefully walk in peace
To the gates that unlock the freedom of your soul.