Confucius said....
"No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance."
The Quest
We've all heard the term "being lost in a book"
But I find it in my heat to disagree
Each page is a journey with the map well plotted
A path of enlightenment we all shall need
Each chapter is a hamlet, each book is a country
Each reading is an organized quest
We can backpack lightheartedly and soak in the nature
Or find the knowledge to pass life's true tests
We can read of our ancestors and know their beginnings
Then follow their lives through the end
That is what makes us whole in our skin
And the willingness to savor what's around every bend
When we pack up our time and send it vacationing
Through the billions of pages at hand
We spent our time well and have gained moments to be cherished
From the snow capped mountains to deserts of sand
Marian
April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Proud Warrior
quote by David Gemmell that says it well...
"A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge; he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, OF PURPOSE, of heart and soul."
Proud Warrior
I found that I am made of more
Than passive flesh and bone
My heart aches for righteousness
Not just getting by alone
I find it in my blood
To right the things so wrong
I think I know my purpose
It's a warrior, true and strong
I train myself in body
That physically I can take it
I teach myself the knowledge
To conquer not just make it
Although I'm not a soldier
In what form we're used to seeing
I am warrior in the sense that I
Protect our right to being
Marian
April 23, 2011
"A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge; he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, OF PURPOSE, of heart and soul."
Proud Warrior
I found that I am made of more
Than passive flesh and bone
My heart aches for righteousness
Not just getting by alone
I find it in my blood
To right the things so wrong
I think I know my purpose
It's a warrior, true and strong
I train myself in body
That physically I can take it
I teach myself the knowledge
To conquer not just make it
Although I'm not a soldier
In what form we're used to seeing
I am warrior in the sense that I
Protect our right to being
Marian
April 23, 2011
No Regrets
Eric Fromm...
"Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air; is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies."
No Regrets
I have in times of my life been down
Pain and disappointment prevailed
I stood on too many shores in ife
To wave goodbye to my ships that had sailed
Physical pain I endured, but I beat it
Mental health was sometimes a chore
I found agony and had to defeat it
Found my courage to settle life's score
Who is to say all the pain that was suffered
Was worth all the love in my life?
But in the end I chose not to live my life buffered
From a minute of what I called strife
Each walk on the beach
Each minute on a horse
Each breath that I breathed
Each obstical course
What life had to give
What price I had paid
What it meant to live
In the bed I had made
I found it all worth every bump in the road
And I lived what I thought had been me
I'll never regret each shattered hope
For the life I had the priviledge to see
Marian
April 26, 2011
"Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air; is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies."
No Regrets
I have in times of my life been down
Pain and disappointment prevailed
I stood on too many shores in ife
To wave goodbye to my ships that had sailed
Physical pain I endured, but I beat it
Mental health was sometimes a chore
I found agony and had to defeat it
Found my courage to settle life's score
Who is to say all the pain that was suffered
Was worth all the love in my life?
But in the end I chose not to live my life buffered
From a minute of what I called strife
Each walk on the beach
Each minute on a horse
Each breath that I breathed
Each obstical course
What life had to give
What price I had paid
What it meant to live
In the bed I had made
I found it all worth every bump in the road
And I lived what I thought had been me
I'll never regret each shattered hope
For the life I had the priviledge to see
Marian
April 26, 2011
Failing Our Future
An educated person is one who has learned that information almost always turns out to be at least incomplete and very often false, misleading, fictitious, mendacious...or just dead wrong."
Russell Baker
Failing Our Future
Mundane lessons from the uninspired
Educators marking each minute under-fired
Outdated books, or progressive lies
Determining paths in our children's lives
Underfunded schools with children begging to learn
For qualified teachers, new books, they yearn
Listless thugs take up desks and chairs
Dealing their illicit mind bending wares
Harvard graduates tout their degree
For each and everyone to see
How many were paid for by rich parents and such
When idealistic poor students weren't offered as much?
Parents who choose to remain detached
A key around the neck, a locked door latch
Empty houses and video games for hours
No one to tend to these poor lost flowers
Biased information is passed along
No one cares if it's right or wrong
Teachers, parents, administrators
No one questions these imitators
Students passing on failing grades
There are too many teams that must be made
How many can read on graduation day?
How did our system ever get this way?
Lives go on, many children are lost
Society has borne the cost
The most important assets to nurture
Are being forgotten, a scarified future
Marian
April 26, 2011
Russell Baker
Failing Our Future
Mundane lessons from the uninspired
Educators marking each minute under-fired
Outdated books, or progressive lies
Determining paths in our children's lives
Underfunded schools with children begging to learn
For qualified teachers, new books, they yearn
Listless thugs take up desks and chairs
Dealing their illicit mind bending wares
Harvard graduates tout their degree
For each and everyone to see
How many were paid for by rich parents and such
When idealistic poor students weren't offered as much?
Parents who choose to remain detached
A key around the neck, a locked door latch
Empty houses and video games for hours
No one to tend to these poor lost flowers
Biased information is passed along
No one cares if it's right or wrong
Teachers, parents, administrators
No one questions these imitators
Students passing on failing grades
There are too many teams that must be made
How many can read on graduation day?
How did our system ever get this way?
Lives go on, many children are lost
Society has borne the cost
The most important assets to nurture
Are being forgotten, a scarified future
Marian
April 26, 2011
The Simple Man
Robert Ingersoll.....
."It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense."
The Simple Man
Give me a farmer, a self made man
Who toiled for years upon his land
He learned what he could from others and books
But most of his knowledge is what he took
He took what he learned from nature
From trial an error, failure and success
He trusted in his God to help him mature
He worked hard to do his best
Common sense saved him more than once
It was the pillar of his survival
It taught him about friendship, and some mistrust
Who to embrace, who to see as his rival
The thought of one without formal education
Brings questions to competency
But judging from simple man's innovations
I'll take common sense as priority
Marian
April 26, 2011
."It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense."
The Simple Man
Give me a farmer, a self made man
Who toiled for years upon his land
He learned what he could from others and books
But most of his knowledge is what he took
He took what he learned from nature
From trial an error, failure and success
He trusted in his God to help him mature
He worked hard to do his best
Common sense saved him more than once
It was the pillar of his survival
It taught him about friendship, and some mistrust
Who to embrace, who to see as his rival
The thought of one without formal education
Brings questions to competency
But judging from simple man's innovations
I'll take common sense as priority
Marian
April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Back On South Street
Back On South Street
It seems that every Easter I go
Back to my memories
When we lived in a big green house
Surrounded by many trees
The previous week of shopping
Brought new clothes and shiney shoes
That we would wear on Sunday
To sit in our church's pews
Every lady and girl child
Wore fine dresses and Easter hats
The men and little boys
Wore suits that were all that
The church was always packed
With everyone from our town
Many we don't see much
Only when holidays come around
Easter baskets wait for us
Inside our big front door
On sunny days we search the yard
Jut like the year before
Brightly colored eggs are scattered
Hidden amid the flowers
Sure some pushing does prevail
As we search for about an hour
Chocolate bunnies and jelly beans
Are passed around to all
Enough to make the little kids
Bounce happily off the wall
As we compare our baskets of treasures
Baked ham is smelling sweet
Along with Yams and all the fixin's
That make this day complete
We sit down at the table
The family is gathered there
As we pray and thank our Savior
We've been taught to be aware
Amid the fancy clothes and gifts
That give this day a lift
It was Jesus and His sacrifice
That has led us to this gift
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
It seems that every Easter I go
Back to my memories
When we lived in a big green house
Surrounded by many trees
The previous week of shopping
Brought new clothes and shiney shoes
That we would wear on Sunday
To sit in our church's pews
Every lady and girl child
Wore fine dresses and Easter hats
The men and little boys
Wore suits that were all that
The church was always packed
With everyone from our town
Many we don't see much
Only when holidays come around
Easter baskets wait for us
Inside our big front door
On sunny days we search the yard
Jut like the year before
Brightly colored eggs are scattered
Hidden amid the flowers
Sure some pushing does prevail
As we search for about an hour
Chocolate bunnies and jelly beans
Are passed around to all
Enough to make the little kids
Bounce happily off the wall
As we compare our baskets of treasures
Baked ham is smelling sweet
Along with Yams and all the fixin's
That make this day complete
We sit down at the table
The family is gathered there
As we pray and thank our Savior
We've been taught to be aware
Amid the fancy clothes and gifts
That give this day a lift
It was Jesus and His sacrifice
That has led us to this gift
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
Easter
Easter
"All You Need Is Love"
Say the Beatles with such luster
And on this pleasant Easter Day
This is what I have to muster
I love my Lord and thank him for
His unselfish sacrifice
And also that I find today
The chocolate is quite nice
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
"All You Need Is Love"
Say the Beatles with such luster
And on this pleasant Easter Day
This is what I have to muster
I love my Lord and thank him for
His unselfish sacrifice
And also that I find today
The chocolate is quite nice
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
Truth
Truth
Our Savior was the truth
Some had tried to hide
Yet he did arise and prove
Truth could never be swept aside
You can hide it from your eyes
Chase it from your mind
Reject it with your words
Convincing some mankind
But it always shall survive
Rise up when times are low
Our Savior is the truth
That I truly know
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
Our Savior was the truth
Some had tried to hide
Yet he did arise and prove
Truth could never be swept aside
You can hide it from your eyes
Chase it from your mind
Reject it with your words
Convincing some mankind
But it always shall survive
Rise up when times are low
Our Savior is the truth
That I truly know
Marian
April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
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