[JustAmy]

Winter's Roads
by Ron Carnell

I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.

[JustAmy]

Pains of Love
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light upon each?

I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof,
In words of love hid in me... out of reach.

Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,
Seeing that I stand unwon (however wooed)
And rend the garment of my life in brief
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you for the beautiful poem!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Friday/Day after Thanksgiving !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[larryjohnson]

verse 8 and reposts of reverse verse
A TURKEY SONG

When brought in on a platter high
And placed upon the board,
My palate tickles in expectancy
Of the pleasure he'll afford.

A TURKEY SONG verse 7
Some prate about his plumage fair,
And some,how well he's bred;
These points will tell;but as for me,
I like him best when dead.
A TURKEY SONG
verses 4,5,6 of 14
He travels the neighborhood afar
His sustenance to get;
But like the Prohibitionist,
He doesn't like the wet.
His raucous voice the echoes wakes
In accents loud and shrill;
He sings his song most cheerfully,
But its pleasing effect is nil.
With lordly mien and haughty crest
With visage fiery red,
He struts among the brnyard fowl
With calm,majestic tread.
A TURKEY SONG
verse 3 of 14
He leads his flock through field and wood In search of grub and grain:
And when the shades of evening fall
He leads them home again.
A TURKEY SONG
verse 2 of 14
Like his namesake on the
Dardanelles,
He has a harem all his own.
He lords it over a dozen wives,
While we are lorded by one.
A TURKEY SONG
verse 1 of 14 cause I hate to type.
Author: Samuel C. Frey, my Grandkids' GGGgrandfather,1921,York Pa.
A song for the Turk: the York County Turk. America's delicacy' Of all the products of the farm
The most toothsome product is he.

[The Mayor]

In all things we commend ourselves as ministers of God: in much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distresses. —2 Corinthians 6:4

To get the most out of life, make every moment count for Christ.

[The Mayor]

November 28, 2003

Ordinary Days

Read: 2 Corinthians 6:1-10

In all things we commend ourselves as ministers of God: in much patience, in tribulations, in needs, in distresses. —2 Corinthians 6:4

Bible In One Year: 2 Corinthians 4-6

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Have you ever received an annual holiday letter from an acquaintance that recounts the ordinary events of the past year? Has anyone told you about cleaning the carpet or taking out the trash? Not likely.

An online publication called the Journal Of Mundane Behavior says these routine events fill most of our time. The managing editor, a sociologist, says everyday life is valuable, since we spend nearly 60 percent of our lives doing things like commuting to work and shopping for groceries.

We don't often consider the apostle Paul's ordinary days, but he wrote, "In all things we commend ourselves as ministers of God" (2 Corinthians 6:4). "All things" included not only harsh persecution but also "needs, sleeplessness, purity, kindness, love" and other everyday experiences (vv.4-10).

Oswald Chambers said that we tend to lose our enthusiasm "when there is no vision, no uplift, but just the common round, the trivial task. The thing that tells in the long run for God and for men is the steady persevering work in the unseen, and the only way to keep the life uncrushed is to live looking to God" (My Utmost For His Highest, March 6).

So let's live today to the fullest for the Lord, because it's such an important, ordinary day. —David McCasland

If we commit ourselves to Christ
And follow in His way,
He'll give us life that satisfies
With purpose for each day. —Sper

To get the most out of life, make every moment count for Christ.

[leadpenny]

I don't thank you enough, Amy. Winter's Roads is very moving.

Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving Day.

[deadhead]

After-Thanksgiving Poem
~~Author Unknown~~

I ate too much Turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.

I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!

I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But there's still some dessert so I guess it won't hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!

Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Seeing President Bush visit our troops in Iraq was awesome. So proud to be an American.
Bless All

Colleen