Life Is a Picture

Life is a picture

People paint for themselves;

To put on display

Or to stick on a shelf

They may hide it from others,

Let it gather some dust,

Or they may show it off proudly,

Accepting praise if they must.

As the picture is formed

With each stroke of the brush,

One can tell if a person

Took it slowly or rushed.

I say to not stress about

Profit or gain

But appreciate life

And enjoy each new day.

Take a walk in the country

Or swim in a lake,

And trust in the Lord

From the moment you awake.

It is He who decides

How long we shall live,

So let's enjoy each new day

As we live it with Him.

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© Cari Kissel (first written as a teenager in 1978...edited 2013)

Greater Is He!

I look above to the Lord Most High
And thank Him for each day
That I have been so blessed with life
And with the love He gave.

I thank Him for the fact that I 
Can see & I can hear;
And I can feel His presence
Whenever He is near.

Her Halo's Too Small

Her wings are too small for her shoulders.
She can't get her feet off the ground.
Her halo's too small for her head - 
It's not big enough to fit 'round!

A Blessing For Dad

We're sorry to hear the sad news
Of your 70th birthday today.
Our deepest condolences are with you,
And we'll pray for you each new day.

We'll pray that your eyesight won't fail you,
And that arthritis won't set in your bones -
That you won't be afflicted with maladies,
Like ulcers, arthritis and stones!

May your days ahead not get shorter.
May the hair not fall out of your head.
May you live to see your next birthday
Before you fall over dead.

If what we've said is depressing,
Take comfort from the words of your peers:
According to Noah and Methuselah,
"You are young for all of your years!"



© Cari Kissel 1994 *This poem was written for my father's birthday in 1994

Perfect Breeze

The perfect breeze, neither warm nor cold
On an early autumn day
Carries with it, thoughts of old
And memories of yesterday.

It primes the heart to think of
Those we love, we miss, we mourn,
And in its gentle softness,
It will hug, remind or warn.

Enough Already!!!

What once was right, is now what's wrong,
And what was wrong, is right.
And those who love God must try to stay strong,
For freedom of religion is no longer their right.

For if they practice their faith & hold true to their heart
They are labeled as bigots, & set far apart.
Set apart from the mainstream, whose direction flows with the tide...
Whichever direction the tide flows, that's the direction they ride.