My Faith

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Faith is the floodplain of Grace
Where I plant my roots to grow
Giving me the strength I need
To find meaning and purpose in life
Faith is the floodplain of Grace
Where conscience and moral values
Are cultivated throughout my lifetime;
Bringing meaning and purpose to life
Faith brings meaning and purpose to life
Sharing in a community of likeminded
Believers who support and encourage
One another to become all we can be
Faith is my connection to God
Community is the cement holding us,
The lively stones // the believers in Christ,
Together in love and fellowship
Faith is the floodplain of Grace where I am rooted
The source of who I am

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Metamorphosed

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Sometimes we might think

we are simply grains of sand

Stretched out across the beach of life

feeling powerless…

unable to render // help

or change the world around us…

Until // heat and the pressures of life

surround our soul

bringing us together

with many others…

Metamorphosed

into a solid mass of rock

which // in the right hands //

can be shaped // carved // or built upon

in ways that change the world

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

 

Wandering/Wondering

Three Day Quote Challenge  –  Day #3

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“Not all those who wander/ (wonder) are lost.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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Little Grain of Sand

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Little Grain of Sand

What were you when time began…

Before you washed up on this beach

Were you part of a molten lava flow

Spewed and cooling exuding a red glow

Or maybe dust from a continent bust

Leaving the plates washing into the sea

Were you tossed and turned for a million years

Shrinking in time granulated and seared

Perhaps you were a diamond bounced and chipped

Losing all your carats churning grinding into bort

Tossing in the storms carried far away

Only to be brought back once again to lay another day

Little grain of sand you found your place for now

Joining with so many others to bring comfort to bare feet

And joy to laughing children building sand castles

Only to be washed smooth at high tide

You have such talent in your insignificance

Holding sky scrapers together

Or become a walkway for many feet

A foundation of a house or bricks stacked neat

And in extreme heat you become most exquisite crystal

None of which you can do alone

But together joining with others like you

Your potential is unlimited

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Photo Dwight L. Roth

 

Flying

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We cannot depend on others to fulfill our dreams. We will be disappointed every time. If you want to make a difference. If you want to succeed at what you set out to do, you must find the inspiration within yourself to give you the life that will take you where you want to go. If you get praise, or accolades, they are simply icing on the cake. Hard work and persistence will make it happen. And above all enjoy the ride!

We can only fly

if we have dreams to be the

wind beneath our wings!

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

I’m Still Here

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I’m Still Here

You would not believe the things I’ve seen

Over many years of wind and rain

Through snow and cold and summer’s heat

I’m still here I’m their seat

Mothers and babies with diapers to change

Here on my seat they made the exchange

Delighted children with cones in their hands

Melting ice cream on me it lands

Old men and Grandmas in need of a rest

Sit down on me they think I’m the best

Yes it’s been many years since I found my place

I outlived my neighbor I’m still in the race

My paint’s all gone the rust has set in

Gives me character shows were I’ve been

Without even moving I’ve seen the world from afar

From Japan to China they graced my strong bars

So maybe I’m old and a little rusty too

But I’ve seen the world

How about you

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

To Be a Leaf

 

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This poem is a lighthearted look at personifying a leaf. Leaves are as unique as snowflakes. I love the many shapes and sizes growing all around me. Leaves go through their cycle from buds pushing in spring to colorful mature green leaves of summer which change to a rainbow of colors in the fall. When they fall from the trees they provide a blanket of protection for both living and non-living things throughout the winter. Year after year the cycle continues.

To Be a Leaf

Oh… to be a leaf, t’would be a delight

High in a tree on a warm summer’s night

Poking my head out the door

Warm seduction of spring calls me forth

Coming out half dressed in the morning light

A red bathing beauty all shiny and bright

Stretching extending my fingers unfurl

Semi-frosty nights will nip at the curl

Turning green without envy my hands open wide

No jealousy here I’m filled with pride

Ever expanding to the size of a hand

Not to be shaken by woman or man

Blown in the wind by breeze and ‘cane

Hands lifted in praise then baptized by rain

Waving high over lovers’ joy without end

Old folks and children consider me their friend

Enduring the heat of hot summer’s blast

Knowing all to soon it will be past

Blushing with color… yellow, orange, and red

My crowning glory before I land with the dead

Photographed by families, travelers, and friends

A model’s envy we all join hands

Waving our boughs and then were gone

Floating to the earth but I’m not alone

Lying with friends we await our fate

Raked in piles while the children wait

Jumping and squealing they all roll and tumble

All in a pile as big brothers grumble

Bagged and stacked on the curb for recycling

Back to the garden it’s not really frightening

Or perhaps simply falling staying were we lite

Putting roots to bed for the long winter’s night

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth