Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Message - Broken Vases - by Randy Nelsen
There was a woman who lived in the desert.The desert was very dry and water was very scarce. This woman had lived many years in the desert. The woman was forced to take a long journey each day to a natural spring, far from her home in order to survive.She had to carry a large vase on her shoulders every time she went to the spring.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Message - The Fence
The Fence
by Randy Nelsen
I saw a strange thing today, a dog smiled at me. I was at my job doing pickups at customers houses for the thrift store i work at, and there were two dogs behind a chain link fence.I picked up the bags near the fence and put the customers receipt on the ground on my side of the fence.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Message - Spiritual Tumbleweeds
Spiritual Tumbleweeds
by Randy Nelsen
I was driving today and I saw something strange.Do you know when you see something, and it strikes you in a strange way? That is what happened today, when I was at my Job. I was driving and I glanced over and noticed a field. The field was Green but then, as I continued to look, I noticed a bunch of tumbleweeds in the field.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Poetry - The Treasure Box - by Randy Nelsen
by Randy Nelsen
I had a Treasure Box
Filled
with Silver, Pearls, and Gold
I
Had a Treasure Box
My
Hands would often Hold
I
liked to watch it sparkle
I held it in the Light
I
held it in the morning
It even sparkled in the Night
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Message - The Well In The Cave (Parable)
The Well In The Cave
by Randy Nelsen
There was a man who was lost, he was lost in the desert. He had lived in the desert for many years. He lived near a small well of water in a tiny stone cave. This man had to go to the well three times a day to get enough water to survive. The desert was very dry and it never rained.The day finally came when the well began to run dry. The Man became fearful, wondering how he would survive without water. He finally became so weak that he could barely stand up. He started to hallucinate, he started to have visions and dreams of water, of oceans, and of Rainfall.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Poetry - Lanterns & Cobwebs - by Randy Nelsen
Lanterns & Cobwebs
by Randy Nelsen
I saw a Strange Thing today
I walked up to a Door
There was a Lantern near The Door
The Light was Off
The Glass was very Dusty and Clouded
I looked through the Glass
There was a Cobweb
I walked up to a Door
There was a Lantern near The Door
The Light was Off
The Glass was very Dusty and Clouded
I looked through the Glass
There was a Cobweb
Monday, November 14, 2011
Poetry - The Broken Chair - by Randy Nelsen
The Broken Chair
by Randy Nelsen
I Had a Broken Chair
I Sat in it all Day
It sat On my Front Porch and Watched
The Seasons Pass away
It was very Cold Outside
Sitting in my Broken Chair
But No matter How Cold It Got
You could Always Find Me there
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Poetry - Cheap Sunglasses - by Randy Nelsen
Cheap Sunglasses
I had a pair of Cheap Sunglasses
So I could have a Little Fun
I used to wear them at Night
To Hide My Eyes
From the Shadow
In The Son
From the Shadow
In The Son
Poetry - On Pain - Kahil Gibran
On Pain by Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Poetry - On Joy And Sorrow - Kahil Gibran
| On Joy and Sorrow Kahlil Gibran Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? |
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