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Posted on 07/31/2008 9:29:21 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Today, our FRiend Cardhu posted a PowerPoint Presentation called “Roses For You”. Some may have missed it, and some cannot view PowerPoint. (Go to post 1106)
But, the words were so special, I thought I would share them with you: (And repeat them for those who were able to see the Presentation)
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Dedicated to My Online Friends
There’s a land where I go when I need to share,
That’s not on a map, yet exists everywhere.
A land of names without faces, a curious place
A modern creation that’s called cyberspace.
There’s all creation of people with cute little names,
Like Wilka, Joao and Spider and Srini and Geta.
Some have just joined and some are real fun,
And some of them just want to find someone.
But both good and bad, they all play a role,
Still each one unique, but part of the whole.
We talk and laugh and wonder why,
We flirt and we hug and sometimes we cry.
We can’t be heard and can’t be seen,
Yet, there it is, right there on our screen.
But all in all the most curious part,
Is the power it has to open our heart.
To share with a stranger those things we’ve concealed,
Which to our closest of friends we’d never reveal.
Our deepest regrets and most troubling fears,
The scars in our life which bring us to tears.
What gives them the power to reach into me,
And show me the truths that I never see.
How do they manage to open my eyes,
And make me confess the deceit and the lies.
I don’t understand this magical spell,
But I know that without it my life would be hell.
This must have been planned by the Creator up above,
Cause there’s no place on earth where you’ll find as much love.
When I need direction, I know I can find
Those angels from Heaven just waiting online.
Thank you for being such wonderful friends.
My love and all roses are for you. - Helga
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Personally, each of you have touched my life
in one way or another. Isn’t it funny - how we can so deeply touch the lives of others with typed words?
We have prayed together, cried together. We have shared stories, and pictures, and parts of our lives. We have shared our first cup of coffee together in the morning, and ended our day together (sometimes with a beer or glass of wine).
We have emailed and received emails that have made our day. And, here, I have laughed so hard that tears ran down my face, and hoped no one would see how silly I really am.
We have been uplifted, humored, humbled, restored, loved and yes, even hurt - yet I know in my heart that each of you mean only the best, as you type each word.
The beautiful pictures, graphics and photos all tell a story from each of you. So much time has been spent to search out, frame and post such beauty. Sometimes I just gasp at the brilliance of color and clarity.
The poetry has touched my heart in so many ways, and I find it entering my mind as I go about my daily chores and errands.
And, as I go to bed each night, I think of all my friends, here, and how much each of you have touched my heart each day. You ALL are “Angels from Heaven, just waiting online”.
I thank you all for allowing me this space to let you know how I feel.
And, thank you Cardi, for your great Presentations!
Well...my screen just got all blurry.. It was a beautiful presentation and your own words are wonderful, beautiful , and true. I can’t imagine doing without my FRiends here..
Many *HUGS*
Helga´s words and your words too Yorkie, express what many of us feel but have never been able to express so beautifully.
Each day I am in awe of the many talents of the people here on Amy’s Place.
Precious! A smile for the heart!
Thank you so much for posting those words...I had wished I had them. They were hard for me to get all of them as I was viewing the beautiful pictures and listening to My Way. Three things were hard for me..LOL!
Thank you for your lovely personal words. They are so true in every way and I think most of us feel the same. I know I do have days that I need the friendship here so much. And then there’s days when I stay offline but on those days, I think of those friendships online and think about what I’m missing that day. But I can catch up the next day!! I would have never believed it unless I had experienced it. You’re a lovely, lovely person, yorkie! And you contribute so much for all of us.
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Just before Jesus left this earth, He instructed Simon Peter to care for the dearest object of His love—His sheep. How could anyone care for them as Jesus cares? Only out of love for Him. There is no other way.
Three times Jesus asked Peter, “Do you love Me?” Peter answered, “Yes, Lord; You know that I love You.” Each time, Jesus answered, “Feed My sheep.”
Was Jesus unaware of Peter’s love? Of course not. His threefold question was not for Himself, but for Peter. He asked His questions to underscore the essential truth that only love for Christ would sustain Peter in the work that lay ahead—that arduous, demanding work of caring for people’s souls—perhaps the hardest work of all.
Jesus did not ask Peter if he loved His sheep, but if he loved Him. Affection for God’s people in itself will not sustain us. His sheep can be unresponsive, unappreciative, and harshly critical of our efforts to love and to serve them. In the end, we will find ourselves defeated and discouraged.
The “love of Christ”—our love for Him—is the only sufficient motivation that will enable us to stay the course, to continue to feed the flock of God. Thus Jesus asks you and me, “Do you love Me? Feed My sheep.”
Very, very lovely!
I am trying to get some of your Presentations viewed that I have missed and get caught up~~LOL~~
Thanks, Cardhu!
Good Morning and thank you, Mr. Mayor, for the Daily Bread lesson for today!
Morning.
Been an odd day.
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Yes, it sure seems to be starting out that way.
Good to see you, Darks.
Thanks.
Got to see a moped with a car alarm this morning.
We had quarter sized raindrops slam into us.
The moped lit up like a pinball machine.
Impressive considering it was a moped.
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(Begging Robert W. Service's and Mrs. John Edwards’ Pardons)
Oh the north countree is a hard countree
That mothers a bloody brood;
And its icy arms hold hidden charms
For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
That sears the Northland soul,
But the wickedest born, from the Pole to the Horn,
Is the Hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal.
Now Jacob Kaime was the Hermit's name
In the days of his pious youth,
Ere he cast a smirch on the village Church
By betraying a girl named Ruth.
But now men quake at “Yukon Jake,”
The Hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal,
For that is the name that Jacob Kaime
Is known by from Nome to the Pole.
He was just a boy and the parson's joy
(Ere he fell for the gold and the muck),
And had learned to pray, with the hogs and the hay
On a farm near Keokuk.
But a Service tale of illicit kale —
And whiskey and women wild —
Drained the morals clean as a souptureen
From this poor but honest child.
He longed for the bite of a Yukon night
And the Northern Light's weird flicker,
Or a game of stud in the frozen mud,
And the taste of raw red licker.
He wanted to mush along in the slush,
With a team of husky hounds;
And to fire his gat at a beaver hat
And knock it out of bounds.
So he left his home for the hell-town Nome,
On Alaska's ice-ribbed shores,
And he learned to curse and to drink, and worse —
Till the rum dripped from his pores.
When the boys on a spree were drinking it free
In a Malamute saloon,
And Dan Megrew and his dangerous crew
Shot craps with the piebald coon;
When the Kid on his stool banged away like a fool
At a jag-time melody,
And the barkeep vowed, to the hard-boiled crowd,
That he'd cree-mate Sam McGee —
Then Jacob Kaime, who had taken the name
Of Yukon Jake, the Killer,
Would rake the dive with his forty-five
Till the atmosphere grew chiller.
With a sharp command he'd make ‘em stand
And deliver their hard-earned dust;
Then drink the bar dry, of rum and rye,
As a Klondike bully must.
Without coming to blows he would tweak the nose
Of Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And becoming bolder, throw over his shoulder
The lady that's known as Lou.
Oh, tough as a steak was Yukon Jake —
Hard-boiled as a picnic egg.
He washed his shirt in the KIondike dirt,
And drank his rum by the keg.
In fear of their lives (or because of their wives)
He was shunned by the best of his pals;
An outcast he, from the comradery
Of all but wild animals.
So he bought him the whole of Shark-Tooth Shoal,
A reef in the Bering Sea,
And he lived by himself on a sea lion's shelf
In lonely iniquity.
But, miles away, in Keokuk, Ia.,
Did a ruined maiden fight
To remove the smirch from the village Church
By bringing the heathen Light.
And the Elders declared that all would be squared
If she carried the holy words
From her Keokuk home to the hell-town Nome
To save those sinful birds.
So, two weeks later, she took a freighter,
For the gold-cursed land near the Pole,
But Heaven ain't made for a lass that's betrayed —
She was wrecked on Shark-Tooth Shoal!
All hands were tossed in the Sea, and lost —
All but the maiden Ruth,
Who swam to the edge of the sea lion's ledge
Where abode the love of her youth.
He was hunting a seal for his evening meal
(He handled a mean harpoon)
When he saw at his feet, not something to eat,
But a girl in a frozen swoon,
Whom he dragged to his lair by her dripping hair,
And he rubbed her knees with gin, —
To his great surprise, she opened her eyes
And revealed — his Original Sin!
His eight-months beard grew stiff and weird,
And it felt like a chestnut bur,
And he swore by his gizzard — and the Arctic blizzard,
That he'd do right by her.
Then the cold sweat froze on the end of her nose
Till it gleamed like a Tecla pearl,
While her bright hair fell, like a flame from hell,
Down the back of the grateful girl.
But a hopeless rake was Yukon Jake,
The hermit of Shark Tooth Shoal!
And the dizzy maid he rebetrayed
And wrecked her immortal soul!...
Then he rowed her ashore, with a broken oar,
And he sold her to Dan McGrew
For a husky dog and some hot eggnog —
As rascals are wont to do.
Now ruthless Ruth is a maid uncouth
With scarlet cheeks and lips,
And she sings rough songs to the drunken throngs
That come from the sealing ships.
For a rouge-stained kiss from this infamous miss
They will give a seal's sleek fur,
Or perhaps a sable, if they are able;
It's much the same to her.
Oh, the North Countree is a rough countree,
That mothers a bloody brood;
And its icy arms hold hidden charms
For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
That sears the Northland soul,
But the wickedest born from the Pole to the Horn
Was the Hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal!
— Edward E. Paramore Jr.
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Strangely, my sister doesn’t shop like that.
She heads straight to what she’s looking for, gets what she’s looking for hopefully, and then splits.
Usually faster than I do.
Creepy sister powers, has to be.
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