The Walking Wounded
Michael Gurley Through every storm, we stand tall, Though winds may rage, we won't fall. For in the tempest, hope shall amass,…
April 2024
Shiloh… We’ll Miss You.
In Loving Memory of Shiloh: Today, we gather not to mourn the passing of just any dog but to celebrate…
Words We Don’t Say
I asked AI about the Words we should never use. It replied in poetry form. I’ve cleaned it up a…
Words We Never Say
No matter where this world is going, It'll get there without me joining in, Especially if those wrong words are…
Don’t Waste Your Sunday
A little bit of poetry from AI and updated by me: On Sunday morn, when church bells chime,Calling faithful to…
Never Too Late, Until It Is
There will come a time when it will be too late. You will miss the opportunity to undo a wrong,…
Shirk or Shoulder?
Shirk or Shoulder? Sometimes, I shirk, and other times, I shoulder. Lord, help me know when I must shoulder even…
Try Something New
I believe in following old paths but am also interested in new approaches.
Echoes Take Time
To stand in a place known to echo back your voice, If you make a sound and no echo returns,…
Here and Now
The older I age, I can see the expanse of time. What was is long, what shall be is short,…