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For my dear fellow faith writer..Susan Irene Fox….who first visited at this post on LightRoom in 2014, and now has too soon journeyed onward to far brighter shores… and a place of endless love. Susan, you will be forever and greatly missed…đź’•đź‘‘đź’–

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On airy summits
Near sheltering rock
Across broad waters
Where isles float
By Serenity’s seas
Agape tumbles down
Overflowing, a river
Bridging valleys
Too wide, too long
On the other side
Of midnight cries
Silent & still
I wait, knowing
All good things will
In time, be free
In time, all beautiful
All, alone for Thee

© 2014 S. Michaels
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Had I Heavens’ Embroidered Clothes

Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark clothes
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothes under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

He Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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Never Ending Road

trail-in-frosty-winter-forest-247588Thank you friends far and near, for joining me on the inspiring never ending road of words and thoughts and imagery we shared in 2013… Enjoy a blessed Christmas…and Happy New Year.  I look forward to continuing the journey in 2014.

Never Ending Road, by Loreena McKennitt

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Then Sings My Soul…



A young boy, Sam, sings his heart out, inspiring us all…to give God our very best…

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Sunshine…by Larry K.


Anyone who visits this blog soon meets up with Larry, a street corner poet who often sets up ‘shop’ in a public square near my downtown neighbourhood. Larry suffers with drug-induced mental health issues. Raised in a Christian home, he ran away in his youth, lost his mind to drugs, then tried taking his own life by leaping from a 2nd floor Salvation Army hostel. In a wheelchair ever since,  Larry has come a long way. No longer unwashed and homeless, he lives on his own, surviving by means of a disability stipend and whatever cash he ends up getting for his poems. Larry also tells me he now attends a local Baptist church. He loves writing poems…you…pick the topic…Larry scrawls words. On this last long weekend of summer, the city was quiet. I was Larry’s first visitor. I noticed he’d come prepared to stay the day, with an umbrella strapped to his wheelchair and a rain slicker tucked away. Atop a heap of paraphernalia Larry somehow totes around, I notice a crumpled paper cup with a faded garden flower struggling to survive. Next to his wheelchair, stood something Larry’s quite proud of having retrieved from a garbage heap, a portable chess board/table set.

Here’s a poem Larry wrote for me today…


It is a cool day
and you cannot pay
the sun to shine
for that is in the hands
of the Divine
who makes rain and sun
to come on the just and unjust
just as we must follow the day
into night, and we depend
upon the sun’s light
sunshine is a blessing
and like everything
we cannot obtain
by our own power
when we get sunshine
instead of showers
we are blessed
for we cannot determine
what will be next
nor can we roll back
the clock, to the weather
that is now lost
to the passage of time.
So in the moment when
we are blessed with sunshine
or in the moment we are
blessed with rain or
any other thing…
thank the Divine
from whom all blessings flow
and know that life
is composed of both happiness
and sorrow, and we do not know
what may be tomorrow

Larry K.  August 5, 2013 A.D.


When I am I and You are You…?

A  renowned rabbi who lived in Poland in the 1800s, had many famous sayings. This is one of them: “If I am I because I am I, and you are you because you are you, then I am I and you are you. But if I am I because you are you, and you are you because I am I, then I am not I and you are not you!”

Did you catch that? It sounds like a riddle, but it’s actually a very simple concept. When someone lives their life according to what others might think of them, then they don’t really live an authentic expression of who they really are. Moses…(taught) the Israelites – and us – that we must live our lives according to what God will think of us, as opposed to what other people may think of us. There will be times when doing the right thing won’t be popular and doing the popular thing won’t be right. We need to do “what is good and right in the eyes of the LORD.”

We live in a society where people care immensely about what others think of them. Whether we realize it or not, the things we say, the clothing we wear, and the places we shop are greatly influenced by others. Yet, ,,, this (can rob)…a person of his or her individuality. While it’s normal and natural to want to fit in, there is also a time and place for standing out. It’s far more important to “fit in” with God and be cast aside by the people around us than to fit in with everyone around us and be cast away by God.

Take a look at your life and ask yourself what God might think of it. What does God think of how I dress, how I spend my time and money? Forget about impressing our friends for a while, and figure out how we might impress our God!

Excerpt and adapted from Rabbi Yechiel Eckstein’s Holy Land Moments July 31-13

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Larry’s Blessing


If you’ve followed this blog for awhile you know about Larry. My street corner poet. Larry is in a wheel chair. He adds to a meagre disability pension by writing poems for a few bits of change, anything a passerby is willing to give. You name the topic. Larry writes. Larry also suffers with a mental health disorder which was brought on by rampant drug abuse in his youth when he led a lifestyle of unabashed corruption and pimping in Vancouver’s rough east side. It led him right to the edge of despair. After plunging from a 2nd story Salvation Army building with hopes of ending it all, Larry awoke to find he would be in a wheelchair for the remainder of his life. A tragic life all around, but Larry doesn’t complain. Mostly he writes poems and often broken or jumbled words that somehow end up sounding profound.

I hadn’t seen Larry for awhile, but with Spring finally warming things up a little, I spotted him yesterday under a large golf umbrella which he had rather handily attached to his wheelchair, “Found it by a garbage can…” he explained rather proudly. “Just needed a few minor repairs.” The wide blue and green umbrella touted a  logo of some kind, with the rather out of place words ‘Palm Springs’. The cool day had brought driving rain. I peeked under the umbrella to say ‘hi’ and invited Larry to write me a poem…about…’Let me see, how about ‘Blessings’?’ I suggested, handing Larry a five dollar bill.

‘Thank you,’ Larry said politely, then rummaged through an impossible assortment of bags and backpacks he somehow hauls around with him and got writing. I said I’d catch him on my way back from getting some groceries. ‘Okay,’ he said.

I returned about 20 minutes later with a hot sandwich wrapped in foil from the grocery store deli counter, along with a couple of Mac apples and a Snickers bar. ‘Thank you,’ Larry said, as he handed me my poem. Larry’s often formal with his responses. He’s all about ‘doing business’. And as usual, his poem had something to say…something I had never really expected…about ‘blessings’…

Blessings   by Larry Peter Klippenstein April 29th 2013 A.D.

Blessings are thought of as things that are pleasant.
Blessings are not always things that make you happy or content.
And perhaps these are the most important blessings.

King Solomon spoke of those things which are pleasant or amusing, yet he gave more value to the house of mourning…

The faithful wounds of a friend…are a blessing…
An honourable enemy…is a blessing…
Rains in their season…are a blessing…
Winter cold which gives the land rest…is a blessing…
Summer heat which gives us the fruit of the ground…is a blessing…

The limits we may face which hold us back or bar us from injuring either ourselves or others…are a blessing…

The consequences of wrong choices which can serve to turn us back to truth…are a blessing…

Each of these is a blessing in spite of how we feel about them. The need they fulfill makes them a blessing whether or not we find comfort in them.

So, if one receives the chastisement of God, one receives the blessing…of children who God dearly loves and for whom He wants to provide a hope…and a future…