Are we the only specie that
worries and frets
about foreboding things
that may happen. How sad.
Shame on us if we miss the
glory of life
we can find in each day
right where we are.
Recently,
I read a story
whose lesson for us was,
"This, too, shall pass."
Might the word "this"
stand for Worry or
trials that
come into our lives?
Our confidence
As that of Nature,
is safe in the Creator
of all that is good.
With assurance,
we can sing with joy:
Where He leads me, I will follow.
Where He leads me I will follow.
Where He leads me, I will follow.
I'll go with Him, with Him,
all the way.
Every day, I put my hand
and my safety,
into the hand of God.
I really do.
Marylee Manson Armour
April 30, 2009
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Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
The Gift of Dawn
My fears
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.
And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see (in huts and
on journeys)
The great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.
-- Eskimo Song
Discovered by Jean Polly
back in time.
Posted by Marylee Armour
May 4, 2009
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.
And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see (in huts and
on journeys)
The great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.
-- Eskimo Song
Discovered by Jean Polly
back in time.
Posted by Marylee Armour
May 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Meaning to Life
What gives meaning to life today?
One by one, in the places we find ourselves,
we can choose to make a difference:
Offer courtesy.
Listen to one another.
Celebrate people.
*******
Til April's dead,
Change not a thread.
***
"To be or not to be?"
we are told, is the question.
What is the answer?
Who decides?
Quiet, please, while I muse
about that.
Marylee Manson Armour
April 21, 2009
One by one, in the places we find ourselves,
we can choose to make a difference:
Offer courtesy.
Listen to one another.
Celebrate people.
*******
Til April's dead,
Change not a thread.
***
"To be or not to be?"
we are told, is the question.
What is the answer?
Who decides?
Quiet, please, while I muse
about that.
Marylee Manson Armour
April 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
LIGHTS, NEIGHBORS, AND SAMMY
A few months ago
our electrical power failed.
Houses became dark.
How did I spend that time?
I could have lighted my oil lamp
or lit some candles.
Instead, even with candles and
matches at hand, I sat in the dark
for a time, and remembered
all the "glads" I have experienced
in my life.
The first glad that came to mind
was the gift that my husband,
(now deceased,) gave me in 1950,
the home I live in.
Every night, after his work as an engineer,
George, in three years,
built the comfortable home in
which I live, and in which we lived together,
until his death in 1984.
NEIGHBORS
A second glad I have
are warm hearted neighbors
who when I needed it,
have helped me.
The presence
of my neighbors, as friends,
is a great treasure!
So many other glads tumbled
into my mind that
I almost missed seeing
the exact moment
the power returned.
How blessed we are
that our towns
and our utilities
support our lives with
lights, and water
and security.
GLADNESS AND SADNESS
I am glad that eleven years ago
a hunting beagle
outran his hunting pack,
and came to my daughter's home.
His owner came, but only for the
expensive collar the dog wore.
The owner said, "I will not keep
a disobedient dog."
"If you want the dog,
you can have him."
My daughter knew she
couldn't keep the dog,
Living in the country, my daughter cares
for cats who come by, cats without homes.
After neutering, the cats have, from Jean,
a heated igloo to live in,
food, and running water to drink,
and even
the choice to come inside the
family's house.
Some cats will visit briefly, but
choose to live outdoors.
Now a dog had come who needed a home.
Who would give a home to a needy dog?
Jean pondered but only for a minute,
A name came into her mind
of a person who might well keep the
dog and enjoy him.
Of course, it was her mother, me.
The two year-old beagle came to
live with me.
Jean and I named him "Sammy."
Smmy and I have shared a home
for eleven years.
We both grew older together.
I enjoyed Sammy, however,
I failed to notice how
deep my feelings had become
for SAMMY.
Earlier in the month Sammy developed
a disability, the vet was unable
to correct. Sammy had to
be euthanized.
With Sammy's death,
and in my tears
I realize now how deep my
love for Sammy had grown.
Sammy was my very good friend
who now I have lost.
Memories of our years together
comfort some, but tears
remind me that when a
loved one leaves us,
even if the loved one is a dog,
the emptiness brings us tears.
I wonder if a time will come when
I will be able to remember
the joy of my twelve years
with Sammy,
without having tears for
my loss.
Marylee Manson Armour
November 16,2008
our electrical power failed.
Houses became dark.
How did I spend that time?
I could have lighted my oil lamp
or lit some candles.
Instead, even with candles and
matches at hand, I sat in the dark
for a time, and remembered
all the "glads" I have experienced
in my life.
The first glad that came to mind
was the gift that my husband,
(now deceased,) gave me in 1950,
the home I live in.
Every night, after his work as an engineer,
George, in three years,
built the comfortable home in
which I live, and in which we lived together,
until his death in 1984.
NEIGHBORS
A second glad I have
are warm hearted neighbors
who when I needed it,
have helped me.
The presence
of my neighbors, as friends,
is a great treasure!
So many other glads tumbled
into my mind that
I almost missed seeing
the exact moment
the power returned.
How blessed we are
that our towns
and our utilities
support our lives with
lights, and water
and security.
GLADNESS AND SADNESS
I am glad that eleven years ago
a hunting beagle
outran his hunting pack,
and came to my daughter's home.
His owner came, but only for the
expensive collar the dog wore.
The owner said, "I will not keep
a disobedient dog."
"If you want the dog,
you can have him."
My daughter knew she
couldn't keep the dog,
Living in the country, my daughter cares
for cats who come by, cats without homes.
After neutering, the cats have, from Jean,
a heated igloo to live in,
food, and running water to drink,
and even
the choice to come inside the
family's house.
Some cats will visit briefly, but
choose to live outdoors.
Now a dog had come who needed a home.
Who would give a home to a needy dog?
Jean pondered but only for a minute,
A name came into her mind
of a person who might well keep the
dog and enjoy him.
Of course, it was her mother, me.
The two year-old beagle came to
live with me.
Jean and I named him "Sammy."
Smmy and I have shared a home
for eleven years.
We both grew older together.
I enjoyed Sammy, however,
I failed to notice how
deep my feelings had become
for SAMMY.
Earlier in the month Sammy developed
a disability, the vet was unable
to correct. Sammy had to
be euthanized.
With Sammy's death,
and in my tears
I realize now how deep my
love for Sammy had grown.
Sammy was my very good friend
who now I have lost.
Memories of our years together
comfort some, but tears
remind me that when a
loved one leaves us,
even if the loved one is a dog,
the emptiness brings us tears.
I wonder if a time will come when
I will be able to remember
the joy of my twelve years
with Sammy,
without having tears for
my loss.
Marylee Manson Armour
November 16,2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Once an Adult...Twice a Child
Someone has said, "As a human being, we are once a adult and twice a child. "
Author unknown.
Years ago, I took my grandson for a walk.
He was four and a half.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Look Gram, he said. "Lady bugs!"
He dropped to his knees to look at his discovery.
"I looked down and said, "You're right. They are lady bugs.
They are very nice!"
Stephen said, "No Gram,
You can't see them from up there.
You have to come down here."
I hoped after I reached the ground
and was on my knees
I could get up again.
Somehow, I did.
Stephen and I, in walks,
found pleasure.
The wonder of childhood we
can claim
at any age and just by
looking for delights.
We can note with joy, each new day
and the gift we have to be
part of it.
Marylee Manson Armour
June 4, 2008
Revised June 6,2008
*******
The city of happiness is in the state of mind.
Author Unknown
Author unknown.
Years ago, I took my grandson for a walk.
He was four and a half.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Look Gram, he said. "Lady bugs!"
He dropped to his knees to look at his discovery.
"I looked down and said, "You're right. They are lady bugs.
They are very nice!"
Stephen said, "No Gram,
You can't see them from up there.
You have to come down here."
I hoped after I reached the ground
and was on my knees
I could get up again.
Somehow, I did.
Stephen and I, in walks,
found pleasure.
The wonder of childhood we
can claim
at any age and just by
looking for delights.
We can note with joy, each new day
and the gift we have to be
part of it.
Marylee Manson Armour
June 4, 2008
Revised June 6,2008
*******
The city of happiness is in the state of mind.
Author Unknown
Monday, May 05, 2008
Gifts of God: Air and Life
I am grateful for thought, and for thoughts that come into my mind.
God woke me this morning with the thought that an essential element that keeps us alive, we cannot provide for ourselves.
Nonetheless, and often, without thankfulness, we rely on the presence of this gift.
We expect children to take life for granted and not as a gift, but should we do that,as well?
Sometime, as the hymn writer has written, shouldn't we
"Count our blessings... and see what God has done?"
At birth, the Creator gives each creation the breath of life and supplies a further sufficiency of air, for as long as a life needs it.
Let each of us, as I have now, become aware that the air we breathe, indoors and outdoors, comes to us freely and without measure from the Creator of all life. For the wonder of such a life-preserving gift that is ours, let us sing with joy!
Marylee Manson Armour
May 5,2008
God woke me this morning with the thought that an essential element that keeps us alive, we cannot provide for ourselves.
Nonetheless, and often, without thankfulness, we rely on the presence of this gift.
We expect children to take life for granted and not as a gift, but should we do that,as well?
Sometime, as the hymn writer has written, shouldn't we
"Count our blessings... and see what God has done?"
At birth, the Creator gives each creation the breath of life and supplies a further sufficiency of air, for as long as a life needs it.
Let each of us, as I have now, become aware that the air we breathe, indoors and outdoors, comes to us freely and without measure from the Creator of all life. For the wonder of such a life-preserving gift that is ours, let us sing with joy!
Marylee Manson Armour
May 5,2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine's Day
When we think about others and send a flower on the computer, or a gift of words that say "I am glad our paths have crossed", we are really saying "I care about you." When we say "You are special," I imagine we are really saying, in a shy way, "I love you."
The amazing thing is that we don't have to say the exact words, "I love you," or "I care about you." That's because we, all, and over time, do little kindnesses for one another. Kindness carries the same message.
Even to call someone on the phone is a gift of love. "I was thinking about you and wanted to get in touch." Love is caring and having concern for another person's well-being. Love is sometimes called friendship. Love, like friendship, is something we share. Love is taking provisions to a food pantry. Love is helping, sometimes, by giving another driver the right-of-way. Love is caring for a pet.
A little kindness that a friend, a spouse, or a child, of whatever age, offers us or offers someone else, shouts the feeling of love so loudly that even without words or sound, we know that Love is at hand.
When my grandson Stephen was an older toddler we walked to a park that had climbing equipment. On the walk, we met up with a woman walking the opposite way. She was pushing a young girl in a little rolling carriage. The woman and I stopped to talk. "Yes", she said, "This is Amy, my daughter."
Stephen had a graham cracker in his hand. While I talked to the mother, Stephen went over by the little girl. In a minute, he broke his cracker into two pieces, and gave half to the little girl. She took the cracker. Before eating it, she took something from her mouth. She offered half to Stephen. I intervened, but my heart was made glad. So young, and yet both children had an inner urge to share. Love was already flowering in the children.
Valentine's Day is about love. Wouldn't it be great if we could say in person, "I love you" to our spouses, our children and our friends? Is it easier to say, "I'm glad we met." Or " I'm glad we married and have had a home together."
The thought has just come to me, and never had before: Are we human folk rather shy and tongue-tied about saying out loud to those we truly care about: "I love you?"
How about if this Valentine's Day, we folk had a little exchange of "glads"? "I'm glad we met." "I'm glad we are friends." or "I'm glad we married." Might the thanks be, "I'm glad for our home." " I'm glad we still have each other."
Let's try to sneak in also, a "Happy Valentine's hug." Along with an "I love you."
This old world may be so overjoyed, we may have to nudge it to keep it turning. "I love you, World!" "I love you, Life!"
"Dear Creator of all that is, and of all that is and all that ever will be, I love you!"
Marylee Manson Armour
January 14, 2008
A loved Poem
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
*******
(I hold memory only
"How do I love Thee?
Let me count the ways.")
Collected by Marylee Manson Armour
Back in time and on
Valentine's Day, 2008
When we think about others and send a flower on the computer, or a gift of words that say "I am glad our paths have crossed", we are really saying "I care about you." When we say "You are special," I imagine we are really saying, in a shy way, "I love you."
The amazing thing is that we don't have to say the exact words, "I love you," or "I care about you." That's because we, all, and over time, do little kindnesses for one another. Kindness carries the same message.
Even to call someone on the phone is a gift of love. "I was thinking about you and wanted to get in touch." Love is caring and having concern for another person's well-being. Love is sometimes called friendship. Love, like friendship, is something we share. Love is taking provisions to a food pantry. Love is helping, sometimes, by giving another driver the right-of-way. Love is caring for a pet.
A little kindness that a friend, a spouse, or a child, of whatever age, offers us or offers someone else, shouts the feeling of love so loudly that even without words or sound, we know that Love is at hand.
When my grandson Stephen was an older toddler we walked to a park that had climbing equipment. On the walk, we met up with a woman walking the opposite way. She was pushing a young girl in a little rolling carriage. The woman and I stopped to talk. "Yes", she said, "This is Amy, my daughter."
Stephen had a graham cracker in his hand. While I talked to the mother, Stephen went over by the little girl. In a minute, he broke his cracker into two pieces, and gave half to the little girl. She took the cracker. Before eating it, she took something from her mouth. She offered half to Stephen. I intervened, but my heart was made glad. So young, and yet both children had an inner urge to share. Love was already flowering in the children.
Valentine's Day is about love. Wouldn't it be great if we could say in person, "I love you" to our spouses, our children and our friends? Is it easier to say, "I'm glad we met." Or " I'm glad we married and have had a home together."
The thought has just come to me, and never had before: Are we human folk rather shy and tongue-tied about saying out loud to those we truly care about: "I love you?"
How about if this Valentine's Day, we folk had a little exchange of "glads"? "I'm glad we met." "I'm glad we are friends." or "I'm glad we married." Might the thanks be, "I'm glad for our home." " I'm glad we still have each other."
Let's try to sneak in also, a "Happy Valentine's hug." Along with an "I love you."
This old world may be so overjoyed, we may have to nudge it to keep it turning. "I love you, World!" "I love you, Life!"
"Dear Creator of all that is, and of all that is and all that ever will be, I love you!"
Marylee Manson Armour
January 14, 2008
A loved Poem
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
*******
(I hold memory only
"How do I love Thee?
Let me count the ways.")
Collected by Marylee Manson Armour
Back in time and on
Valentine's Day, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The Creator and Supply
In a 1988 letter, I wrote of the supply that the Creator provides for all that He has created. That Truth holds today and, I expect, will always be present.
At this moment, when I looked out my front window, I saw a "neighbor" at dinner. A squirrel, on a portion of my lawn from which the snow had melted, had found a morsel of food. A squirrel at dinner pleases me. I am reminded anew that God provides nourishment in food for outdoor ones as well as nourishment in thoughts and ideas for each of His created.
I may not know of the wonderful thoughts that our Creator has given to others. Nevertheless, God's supply for my needs, has been bountiful.
I am grateful to be on friendly terms with other lives whom The Creator has created: the trees, the wild creatures and the native plants; the skies, the stars, and the moon, too, in its rounds.
What a blessing it is, as 2008 arrives, to know that we, as all others of God's created, remain in the Creator's Presence and care.
Marylee Manson Armour
January 8, 2007
December 2, 2007
January 6,2008
At this moment, when I looked out my front window, I saw a "neighbor" at dinner. A squirrel, on a portion of my lawn from which the snow had melted, had found a morsel of food. A squirrel at dinner pleases me. I am reminded anew that God provides nourishment in food for outdoor ones as well as nourishment in thoughts and ideas for each of His created.
I may not know of the wonderful thoughts that our Creator has given to others. Nevertheless, God's supply for my needs, has been bountiful.
I am grateful to be on friendly terms with other lives whom The Creator has created: the trees, the wild creatures and the native plants; the skies, the stars, and the moon, too, in its rounds.
What a blessing it is, as 2008 arrives, to know that we, as all others of God's created, remain in the Creator's Presence and care.
Marylee Manson Armour
January 8, 2007
December 2, 2007
January 6,2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Safe Haven
When we become
fully aware that
God
has created within
our lives a
Spiritual Sense to
guide us,
then we know peace.
Storms can rage
outside of us,
but we are kept snug
by the comforting
arms that we
realize
are about us.
We sense we are
never alone,
and need
not feel lonely.
To know that
Presence is
an assurance
of safe haven,
a feeling
beyond beliefs.
marylee manson armour
12/17/05
some revision 1/1/08
fully aware that
God
has created within
our lives a
Spiritual Sense to
guide us,
then we know peace.
Storms can rage
outside of us,
but we are kept snug
by the comforting
arms that we
realize
are about us.
We sense we are
never alone,
and need
not feel lonely.
To know that
Presence is
an assurance
of safe haven,
a feeling
beyond beliefs.
marylee manson armour
12/17/05
some revision 1/1/08
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Lord's Prayer as Prayed by one
Dear God,
You are with me
I worship you!
Your kingdom is here!
Your will,
as it is in heaven,
is my guide,
on the earth that
you have given us.
Every day, God, you provide
food for me,
not only for my body's need,
but for my spiritual need, as well.
I ask forgiveness for
times I have not been loving.
I forgive others for times they
have not shown love!
You lead me from
temptation
You show me the path
where Love is!
You are the dwelling place.
where I live in safety.
Your power is
with me, and
with all that You create.
Your glory shines
through every creation.
You assure us, God, that you
will be with us forever.
******
O Holy God,
for such loving care, I give you my heart, and my service.
marylee manson armour May 12, 2002, 1:a.m.. 2/18/04.
A Post script
Because God is always
present with us
Why should we speak about Him?
(Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come etc.,
Give us this day our daily bread…….etc.)
When we are with another person,
we speak TO the person.
As I did to God before my sleep!
Good night to every person I know.
As God loves each one of us the most,
I love each one of you the most,
Someone said to me, "You can’t love everyone the most."
To that someone, I say, "Try and stop me.
God loves every life the most.
And so shall I."
marylee manson armour
February 17,2004 (some revision)
March 21,2004 (revision) August 27,2004
3/20,04 8/22/04
You are with me
I worship you!
Your kingdom is here!
Your will,
as it is in heaven,
is my guide,
on the earth that
you have given us.
Every day, God, you provide
food for me,
not only for my body's need,
but for my spiritual need, as well.
I ask forgiveness for
times I have not been loving.
I forgive others for times they
have not shown love!
You lead me from
temptation
You show me the path
where Love is!
You are the dwelling place.
where I live in safety.
Your power is
with me, and
with all that You create.
Your glory shines
through every creation.
You assure us, God, that you
will be with us forever.
******
O Holy God,
for such loving care, I give you my heart, and my service.
marylee manson armour May 12, 2002, 1:a.m.. 2/18/04.
A Post script
Because God is always
present with us
Why should we speak about Him?
(Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come etc.,
Give us this day our daily bread…….etc.)
When we are with another person,
we speak TO the person.
As I did to God before my sleep!
Good night to every person I know.
As God loves each one of us the most,
I love each one of you the most,
Someone said to me, "You can’t love everyone the most."
To that someone, I say, "Try and stop me.
God loves every life the most.
And so shall I."
marylee manson armour
February 17,2004 (some revision)
March 21,2004 (revision) August 27,2004
3/20,04 8/22/04
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Memory's Gifts To Us
Memory helps us with such concerns as "Where are my keys?" Which street should I take to reach the place I need to go? What is the procedure I need to add new writing to my Blog?.
Is our "mind's eye" a helpmate to our memory? Is it our mind that collects our memories and stores those? And for what purpose? Are saved memories a gift, in part, to provide us company when we are older? Often, from saved memories, we gain pertinet information that we want to know or need.
A memory may remind us of unpleasant words we exchanged with another person. Such a memory may guide us to be, in the day ahead, the person we'd rather be. We always have the choice to choose kindness to guide us in our days.
Memory, in our youthful years, may give us different gifts than it gives us in our older years. Yet, memory, in its "singular" form, if our health allows, remains at hand in our older years, too, and supports us.
Memory, for us older ones, on occasion, may delve into the archives of its "collected memories" and bring again a "snippet" of some incident from our past. For a very short time, we may seem to "be with" a family member, and relive some happening in earlier life. Often such a memory is a pleasant one. Sometmes, an incident is one we'd rather forget.
If we had the choice, we mght think it would be better to have only pleasant life experiences. Even in nature, challenges come to every life and are needed. A seed must break from its shell to grow. Memory reminds me that years back I read that a butterfly, helped from its cocoon, could not fly. A struggle appeared needed to strengten the creature's wings.
I have had the joy, since childhood, to stay close to nature and to learn from what I can observe Memory holds fast for me the belief that the Creator is impartial, and provides care for every life.
For its benefit, every life, from the life within a seed that must break open its shell to grow, to us human folk, will have challenge. Each life will also have an equal portion of God's care. God creates life to grow and to add someting of good to life.
I'm grateful that God created memory and planned that when memory lessens, all kinds of lives in nature will be found at hand to bring us pleasure, but also, from their example, to teach us about life and the loving Creator of all.
marylee manson armour
April 18,2007 Revised April 19,2007
Is our "mind's eye" a helpmate to our memory? Is it our mind that collects our memories and stores those? And for what purpose? Are saved memories a gift, in part, to provide us company when we are older? Often, from saved memories, we gain pertinet information that we want to know or need.
A memory may remind us of unpleasant words we exchanged with another person. Such a memory may guide us to be, in the day ahead, the person we'd rather be. We always have the choice to choose kindness to guide us in our days.
Memory, in our youthful years, may give us different gifts than it gives us in our older years. Yet, memory, in its "singular" form, if our health allows, remains at hand in our older years, too, and supports us.
Memory, for us older ones, on occasion, may delve into the archives of its "collected memories" and bring again a "snippet" of some incident from our past. For a very short time, we may seem to "be with" a family member, and relive some happening in earlier life. Often such a memory is a pleasant one. Sometmes, an incident is one we'd rather forget.
If we had the choice, we mght think it would be better to have only pleasant life experiences. Even in nature, challenges come to every life and are needed. A seed must break from its shell to grow. Memory reminds me that years back I read that a butterfly, helped from its cocoon, could not fly. A struggle appeared needed to strengten the creature's wings.
I have had the joy, since childhood, to stay close to nature and to learn from what I can observe Memory holds fast for me the belief that the Creator is impartial, and provides care for every life.
For its benefit, every life, from the life within a seed that must break open its shell to grow, to us human folk, will have challenge. Each life will also have an equal portion of God's care. God creates life to grow and to add someting of good to life.
I'm grateful that God created memory and planned that when memory lessens, all kinds of lives in nature will be found at hand to bring us pleasure, but also, from their example, to teach us about life and the loving Creator of all.
marylee manson armour
April 18,2007 Revised April 19,2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Close to God
Throughout
our days, and
with gratitude
for life,
let us seek
God in thought
and with
thankful hearts.
Sometime
during the day or
the night,
let us sing a
favorite hymn
in our mind.
As we sing
without sound,
we will be surprised that
that in our mind
we will hear
the tune.
Let us pray often
and silently:
"Loving Creator of all,
Thank you for this day,
and for life.
Dear God,
Your silent words
show me
the path to follow.
Impartial God,
You guide
every life, as well,
and into safe ways.
In the rhythm of life,
days dawn, and
You are near.
In the darkness
of night, You
are still with us.
Together, God,
we walk through
each darkness and
into light.
marylee manson armour
January 30, 2007
our days, and
with gratitude
for life,
let us seek
God in thought
and with
thankful hearts.
Sometime
during the day or
the night,
let us sing a
favorite hymn
in our mind.
As we sing
without sound,
we will be surprised that
that in our mind
we will hear
the tune.
Let us pray often
and silently:
"Loving Creator of all,
Thank you for this day,
and for life.
Dear God,
Your silent words
show me
the path to follow.
Impartial God,
You guide
every life, as well,
and into safe ways.
In the rhythm of life,
days dawn, and
You are near.
In the darkness
of night, You
are still with us.
Together, God,
we walk through
each darkness and
into light.
marylee manson armour
January 30, 2007
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