Too often visits the "Pale rider"-Death-demon...
A universal offer of Hope! Comfort! Inspiration!
through:
Live! Love! Laugh!
with:
Faith! Family! Freedom!
To wit:
Honor Lives!
Honor seems the
conclusion of practiced Love!-Respect!
That we live Honor is a misnomer;
rather than a
premeses to some end-conclusion, Honor is that result.
When demon-death arrives as the
pale-rider to
tap the next victim on the
shoulder, the essential
lessons of the Bible: Fear not! Follow Me! come
to final meaning in understanding
light-glow!
Too late, then, for lamenting
transgressed-sin;
no time left to beg, to cry, to
repent; only
that reality of the
present-now---and…judgment.
If---thou lives Love!-Respect!---then Honor! Reigns!
In the dark-dead of night the
icicle finger of demon-death
reaches out to claim a “victory”
for the evil-one; to torment
the living left to cope with the
insult of love-lost.
Such pernicious-evil leaves a
void within the tender-
heart of Love-lost; to assuage
the emptiness we pour
in love’s-respect to recompense:
sacred-Honor!
But, me Fellow-believer! Turn the
tables on the evil-deed.
Celebrate! Through bitter
tears relive the Love!---come…smile!
For the demise has brought one
Salvation with the Lord! Amen!
Honor! Life through
pleasant memory, through time and space---
And…Love!-Respect!
Preserving
sacred-Honor!
Where ’ere they now repose, gone,
surely, from among us,
give Honor! resurrected-life in celebration of Love!-Respect!
No “evil” can ever win if we
should choose not to participate.
Allow “sorrow”-value evolve in Love!-Respect! to virtue
sacred-Honor!
I wish thee well! I pray thee Peace! In Love!-Respect! of Honor!
Live!
Love! Laugh!---Faith! Family! Freedom!
Amen!
Plus:
Plus:
Day 173
Where is Daisy?
Where is Daisy?
Next day Daisy
is found…she had
been loaded into
the horse trailer and
locked inside.
She never barked, just
waited for Becky
to come back.
Daisy was such a
good dog!
Becky
sure enough loves animals; Beth, too. So do Candy and I and all our progeny.
Becky
would play with Irish-setter, Daisy, for hours on end, delighted in the
frivolity.
When
I bought a horse trailer with a “timely” donation from Candy’s parents, Becky
made the most of the addition. She trussed poor ole Daisy up with a horse
halter and attached a lead rope so she could “practice” loading and unloading
her “horse” in the new trailer. Great fun!
I
reckon she was only about three or four at the time; we lived on the ten-acre
“view” land.
One
day we all got up and called for “Daisy” who turned out to be a “no-show”. We
figured she was off somewhere on a great dog-adventure, unusual for her, and
would return. Wrong!
We
all went off to work and school and the babysitter; when we got
home---no…Daisy!
We
searched and called for hours. No luck!
Finally,
Becky opened the door to the new horse trailer---and…there was our Daisy! Right
where little Becky had left her “horse” the afternoon prior.
Thanks! Boys
& Girls! For all the
heart-warming memories!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “All’s well that ends well”
Memories!
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