My name is Sam, AKA/wesley2poet and this is my poetry page.
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  Nothing That I Wanted     sam w. martin, sr.  
  I have nothing that I wanted...  
  I asked God for more money...  
  So, I thank God for the things I never wanted...         (1 Timothy 6: 6-10)   |
      Rainbows In The Trees     sam w. martin,sr.  
  The fall colors look like  
  Winter's prelude, so vividly set  
  So, when you start getting depressed at   |
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    gregory m. lousig-nont, PHD           I will go through this day with my head held high and a happy heart. I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds. Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice!   Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people. I'll make someone smile. I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know. Today, I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down. I'll tell a child how special he/she is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for her and how much she means to me.   Today is the day Id quit worrying about what I don't have, and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me. I'll remember that to worry is just a waste of time because my faith in God and His Divine Plan ensures everything will be just fine.   And tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside and raise my eyes to the heavens. I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures. As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank the Almighty for the best day of my life. And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life....EVER!!! |
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  HOPE     (Dedicated to a homeless man who has unknowingly made a difference)     -lisa j. schlitt-  
  I spent each day, just searching  
  I struggled through my childhood  
  My parents didn't have the time  
  They told me I should toughen up,  
  I turned to anything I could  
  And over the years, I drifted through  
  I spent each night, alone and cold,  
  And, as I lay on the concrete steps  
  And, as I opened up my eyes,  
  He reached a sturdy hand to me,  
  This stranger gave me so much more,  
  From that day on, I grew to love  
  I held my tattered hat in hand  
  For on that day, my life began,  
  This church became my loyal friend,  
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