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Why do I sing? For the same reason The birds sing Its an extension Of the breath of life That fills them each morning When they see the sun rise Why do I smile? For the same reason The cats purr Its as natural as yawning when tired He purrs when a contented sigh Is soothing his bones Why do I dance? For the same reason The dogs chase Its as the body Is an outpouring of thought Of delighted joy Bubbling from their paws Why do I pray? For the same reason The morning dawns Its an overwhelming need To thank the creator Who condensed all of this delicate beauty In one span of a moment I am one of God's creations Ahhh,,,But only one Each reflects His intelligence Creativity Compassion And joy In today's moment poem by Laura yoder written in the dawn of this morning 

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I am in a creative writing class and I thought I would share some of my homework.  A poem with 8 stanzas, 3 lines per stanza, freewriting   Marriage unites the bold to a tower wearing white and black to fit together leaping to their destiny in unusual stripes   the years seem to scold the beginning glowing in dawn's brilliant symphony forcing time to play with the old man   I rust through the sediment of thought using the natural hues of love pulling them along to complete the circle   the love of mind melts into subconscious dressed in peaceful intent comparing faded youth to eternity   pencil seems to know where she goes to wear the fabric of hormones fighting perceived reality in a duel to the death   looking thru the window of home shining faces now sublime calling out to wait for me   he sees the breath draw thru t...

'That is what I am planting in my garden this year. I always plant peppers and tomatoes," This was the response I received from Grandma Linda. We were together, in the dirt "tamping down" as she would call it. I was 14 that summer. Grandma was coming and "babysitting" while my mom and dad took care of our store. Even though most of us were big enough, my little sister was only 7 so it was okay. Grandma always had something to do. Today she was out in the garden planting. The tall stately tomatoes had already outgrown their Styrofoam cups and had to be staked with twine  and posts. The peppers were off limits to me. She let me dig the hole; she let me tamp it back; but she handled the delicate stems and roots. She showed me how too much pressure will leave a bruise as you are taking them out of their cups. She gently put them in the hole, covered it and let me "tamp down" the earth,good smelling and warm to stabilize those delicate stems. Whi...

Journaling today about things I am most thankful for. I am grateful to have lived the life I have. God has given me more joys than sorrows but from each sorrow I have grown in my understanding of others. I am grateful that God has given me joy that bubbles up and fills the little places that want air. Like a crack in a sidewalk of concrete that can be filled first with the dirt, then a seed and finally a tree. My concreted heart has been filled first with God's love and purpose that is the soul in which life can grow.Then He allows a small seed that on its own cannot develop but in soil can take a root and be fed. He has planted the seed of joy and peace in my concreted and unforgiving heart. From the seed of joy spreads fine roots so small they can penetrate between rocks and gravel of concrete. They enlarge with each bit of moisture until they can push apart the concrete and fill it with the essence and strength of joy. This joy is what my heart needs but resists so stubbornly. ...

New years resolutions are a seeming American tradition. But I wonder how much of this is just a reason to not be doing what it is that we are really needing. At church I happened to misjudge the class I thought I was checking out. I thought I was going to hear about a missionary excursion. I happened into a discipleship leaders encouragement meeting. I was glad I did. One of the elders challenged us. Maybe the problem is we are over-knowledged about bible truths but under-experienced in Its truths. I have been coming to this conclusion myself.   How much am I listening to what God's saying to me and how much am I actually doing? I finally listened to what my best friend has been saying for years now. Warning, Questioning? me about my spending. I justify it by saying it is "home school"  stuff for the kids. Excuses. Because honestly, I never put these into service. They get ohhed and ahhed over and stacked with the next greatest thing....

"Summer Nights" That phrase evokes a different stirring in everyone who hears it. For me is meant staying outside til 9:30 or 10:00 each night. What began as a shared memory of my Dad's childhood continued as a nightly summer ritual.   The counting has begun and we must all flee to the boundaries agreed upon - 1 block radius and no crossing the street. A always started in the alley beyond the enemy lines and picked my favorite bush. Breathing in the pungent smell of pine and grit, I crouched beneath the branches. Hearing my own heart beating way too fast and feeling my breath coming short and quick. I check my left, then my right, only to see another comrade wave me over. "All clear" he whispers. We both crouched slowly into position, our shoes crunching way too loudly in the alleyway gravel.Waiting, we listened intently. Suddenly the noise was there above, in the air, for all of us to hear. The surprised screech, laughter and winded explanations o...