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Alzheimer's Apocalypse

Our youngest daughter
lost her bestfriend today
And it happened
in such a peculiar way…

It wasn’t in an accident
or by some strange death
No, it was an unknown specter
that perpetrated this theft…

Of a mind and soul
from a man so vibrant, caring and sweet
Who’d go that extra mile
just to make your life complete

And as we watched
this gradual unwelcomed decline…
We kept the hope and prayed
for God to restore his mind…

Now with all that’s been said and done
he seems so much worse
And at times I’ve often wondered
is this an ancestral curse?

That befell someone
so unselfish, kind and true
Who worked all his life
and should be facing life anew…

But instead is lost
in the recesses of his mind
With seemingly no way out
from this Alzheimer’s kind

Yet we are still holding on
with the faith to believe
Our prayers for his healing
can still be achieved…

As long as God blesses
him with another day
Who knows that healing
just might come his way.

PEACE

Rising sun
Beautiful blue skies
Clouds moving
A warm breeze to my face…
Peace.

WHAT IS LOVE?

What is love?

A floating mist

of an untold kiss

What is love?

Teary eyes

in melcancholy skies

What is love?

A secret embrace

that’s hard to erase

What is love?

A heart that’s broken

now memory’s token

What is love?

A newborn baby’s smile

that made all the pain worthwhile

What is love?

Two people walking together

inspite of the weather

What is love?

A hug from a true friend

when you’re at your wit’s end

What is love?

A feeling of mind

that blesses all mankind

What is love?

A mother’s prayer

protecting her child anywhere

What is love?

A sudden epiphany

that explains God to me

What is love?

All of these things

from which somehow comes change…

That is love.

All Things Are Possible

All things are possible
when you believe
Even from the icy hand of death
you can be retrieved…

For it is written
and I lived to see it
The miracles of old
Now I can be it

A walking testimony
for all to see and hear…
Yes, it is by His hand
that I’ve seen another year

Escaped a death sentence
given to me in 2008
Yet here I stand as living proof
you just have to be patient and wait…

Through prayer and faith
for He who holds the power
When you think all is lost
will show you in that hour

Where you found no answer
that made any sense
When all was so meaningless
and life’s situation too intense

Because in the chaos unknowingly
you were in the arms of a Saviour
Who showered you with mercy
and granted you divine favor

In a time you thought
you would never live to see
He gave you a way of escape
by healing you completely.

All things are possible…

Hidden Secrets

by C.F. Leach

Secrets hidden beneath the truth
I’ve searched for them all my youth
Walking on life’s sandy beach
Looking at the clouds that are out of reach

Yet the glistening sands are beneath my feet
As the tides of life begin to sweep
Up against my cold feeble legs
That have become dark icy pegs
Stuck in a place I can’t seem to get out
And no one hears my screams and shouts
As the foaming waters cover my knees
The wind is now a strong towing breeze
Pushing me as I cry to the Father from these crested shores
Please save me, refresh me, strengthen and restore
This life as its seas try to wash mine away
All I need is just one more day
To find those secrets beneath the truth
When no one else can seem to scoop
Away the sand until this truth is found
Which places my feet on the solid ground
Of a future more brighter than before
Into which I skip along life’s beach forevermore.
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Those Simple Days

by C.F. Leach

Ran into the Keeper of Memories the other day

Who had the most amazing things to say

He reminded me of a time when life was a simple thing

When we just had fun not worrying about the gain

The gain of fame, success, that promotion and money

Simplicity now gone—nothing of life seems funny

About those dreary work days and cold sleepless nights

Relationships gone sour with all the constant fights

From which I’m seeking peace wherever it can be found

No longer with my head up, but always looking down

Thinking what happened—why am I here?

In the same place year after year

Missing the heart who loved the Lord so much

That constantly prayed for the warmth of His touch

Wonder what happened to those simple days

Perhaps it’s now time for me to change my ways.

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A Blogger's Psalm

by C.F. Leach

While looking at the computer screen
And mulling over some scribbly notes
Trying to figure what it all means
Perplexed by all the likes and votes

Listening to the oldies on Quiet Storm
Memories of days gone by
Tugging my creative arm
As I place these glasses on my eyes

Intoxicating notes float in the air
While I get lost in the beauty
Of catching the right key without a care
As I try typing the post — my active duty…

Because I’ve made a commitment
To God, myself and those readers
In finding the paths to their destined fulfillment
As they scroll and click through the features

On this website—one of many
That gives all sorts of advice from A to Z
In hopes this info sticks if any
While they navigate these cyber seas

With hopes of finding the right keys
That will unlock their understanding
As they desperately search to see
How to finally make life’s happy landing

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A happy vicar I might have been

by George Orwell

A happy vicar I might have been

Two hundred years ago

To preach upon eternal doom

And watch my walnuts grow;

But born, alas, in an evil time,
I missed that pleasant haven,
For the hair has grown on my upper lip
And the clergy are all clean-shaven.

And later still the times were good,
We were so easy to please,
We rocked our troubled thoughts to sleep
On the bosoms of the trees.

All ignorant we dared to own
The joys we now dissemble;
The greenfinch on the apple bough
Could make my enemies tremble.

But girl’s bellies and apricots,
Roach in a shaded stream,
Horses, ducks in flight at dawn,
All these are a dream.

It is forbidden to dream again;
We maim our joys or hide them:
Horses are made of chromium steel
And little fat men shall ride them.

I am the worm who never turned,
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;

And the commissar is telling my fortune
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And woke to find it true;
I wasn’t born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?

A Psalm of Life

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act,— act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

Tears

by c.f. leach

A cry to the sky

As water pours from my eyes

When my heart if so full of pain

I hide my tears in the rain

Gray skies moving overhead

While I lay prisoner in my bed

To a night of restless thoughts

All this toil and nothing wrought

The Son bursts through the clouds

Disintegrating this invisible shroud

That weighed so heavily on my life

Things are beginning to look right

As He brightly summons the day

Driving the hopelessness and tears away

in the anticipation and faith

Now understanding the wait

For the miraculous to start

With a newly created heart

New strength—new life to begin

It was never a loss—but was always a win.

*Header: Teardrop Abstract by Rich Governali.

Jesus Christ

there is someone
who loves me
despite my flaws,
despite all the terrible mistakes
i have made.

he hears all the ugly thoughts
that inhabit my mind
he sees me in my darkest times
when i am weak, doubtful
when I’m ready to turn my back

and this man,
he sees how imperfect i am
this perfect man sees all my wrongs
and this is what he tells me:

“To me you are beautiful
to me you are worth it
i know you’re not perfect
i know you make mistakes,
but i will never turn my back on you
i will love you eternally
and i hope you can love me too.”

a perfect man not only tells me
he loves me, he shows me
how much every single day

and this man,
he loves you too.
—–Author unknown

I found this on instagram the other day and felt it needed to be shared with my readers. Blessings and Peace.

GRACE

Guest Post © by M.S.Lowndes

Gives us a second chance
Redeems us through Christ’s sacrifice
Accepts us into God’s family
Changes our lives to reflect His glory
Embraces the truth…

And is God’s unmerited favour.

We here at Rhemalogy would like to thank M.S. Lowndes for this beautiful piece.

Was Lost But Now Am Found

by c.f. leach

I have a cell phone in my bed
A remote control somewhere over my head
Wakin’ up to the sounds of MTV
The singer’s lyrics make no sense to me

Still hazy from the night before
Feels like I had a bout with Tyson my body is sore
One week in hell and beyond
The stress and strain makes me want to abscond…

Into the Twilight Zone
A new dimension where I am unknown
A place of peace and creativity
A whole new world, an adventure to see…

Consisting of meekness, compassion, love and happiness
A residence where all shortcomings can be addressed
In obscurity, where the soul can be cleaned
And somehow the anointing redeemed

When back from the Zone one is renewed
With more strength and vigor; all dreams can now be pursued
And one is thankful for the mental vacation
This spirit is replenished— filled with such expectation

Now returning to the battle of life where we must go
When this war is over nobody knows
At least now in this fight you’ve got the edge
You won’t be found standing on that ledge…

The very platform from which many have plunged to their end
You shall fight and you shall win
For you did not plunge but you learned to fly
Because you chose not to buy into defeat’s lie.

Climbing back into the ring until the final bell is rung
‘Til the final tear is shed and final song is sung
All the lessons have been taught
And all the flowers have been brought

There is silence all around
You cannot be found
For man’s spirit is gone never to earth shall return
If the time is well spent in sacrifice he may have earned

The right to be an angel of the light
Perhaps some of life’s wrongs he was able to make right
Fond memories will always be in the hearts of those who were near
Memories of love, joy, special moments and good cheer

For life is but one grain of sand
Falling through the cracks of our mortal hands
Onto a beach where each grain shines differently in the sun
Who answers to one name called by the Holy One.

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MYSTIC EYE

by c.f. leach

Clouds of thoughts flooding my brain;

Ideas cultivate those thoughts as the pouring rain…

Of Spring blossoming fresh and anew.

My computer keys have a different point of view…

Seen through the mystic eye of the Creator’s thoughts;

New mountains to climb and greener pastures to walk.

Revitalized fluttering wings out of the cocoon of creation.

So happy, exuberant, flying at such high elevations…

Rediscovery, new challenges yet to grasp;

I’m finally in my writer’s place at last!

Note: The picture for this post is Eye of God Digital Art by Bruce Rolff.

A Viewing Heart

by c.f. leach

Peering out my window nobody is there;

‘Cause there’s a silent enemy creeping everywhere.

Could be on a counter-top, in the air or on the handle of a grocery cart;

This thing is keeping family members, best friends; everyone apart.

Yet at the same time this enemy has created in us a new vision,

Away with all the past nonsense that caused so much division…

A long division with lots of remainders and no equal parts,

As we now in totality desire peace and unity in our hearts

How long this will last no one can predict;

While we all watch and wait as the hands of time tick—-

Waiting with anticipation to once again be set free;

Thank God for Christ Jesus hanging on that tree…

Where He was humiliated, mocked and mistreated.

Where our common enemy was at last defeated;

So we could look out our windows and see a new hope,

Which will give us the spirits and strength to cope…

With no fear, uncertainty, but much prayer

For He too, right now, is everywhere.

Let Us Be Those

Our Guest Poet for this week is Autumn H.

When all are in trial,
When all are in denial,
Let me be the one to share a smile.
Let me be the one to share a dance.
Let it be an advance,
to be enhanced,
when all are weary,
let me be the one to share thinking clearly,
to share being ever so cheery.
This is what I ask.
Because I don’t want us to wear a mask.
So let us join hand-in-hand, for this to be our task.

Autumn has a beautiful website called Sunshine in the Haze. Beautiful because there are many posts that uplift your mind and spirit concerning God’s word. As Autumn told me, “To me, there’s nothing more beautiful than people sharing God’s wonders.” And the way she writes really shows that!

Autumn thank you for sharing your poem with us. Blessings and Peace.

The Garden Of Life

The human mind is like a well groomed garden maze on a luscious chateau.

And the way out only the Gardner knows.

Thoughts, ideas and emotions flowing like high tides of a flood;

Yet you find yourself asking, “Why am I still stuck in this mud?”

Frustration and aggravation are all bottled up inside;

The route of life is one surreal ride!

One moment you’re basking in the sun then the next crashing on the rocks;

Now it’s time to take some serious stock…

Knock! Knock! Who’s there?

You feel like pulling out your hair…

By the black roots of your blonde brain;

“I’ve got to get off this train!”

Round and round and around you go;

Beat the time clock you’re moving too slow!

This ride is headed in the wrong direction;

You’re off course need to make a fast correction!

Listen! Listen! What do you hear?

You’ve finally come face to face with that fear…

Look in the mirror do you like what you see?

“No! No! This really isn’t me!”

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Who’s the greatest of them all?

The Great One in the mirror you just can’t see;

‘Cause spiritual things aren’t all taken so literally.

Revelation is not sensuous, but comes from above;

Who you truly are can only be seen through agape love.

So step off the train and outside yourself to see at what you look.

Are you good? Are you bad? Are you a giver or a crook?

Look much closes–get face to face;

Suddenly you’ve found your rightful place.

Now you know exactly when and where to stand.

For you are merely on the center stage of life in the center of the Gardner’s plan.

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Best Friends

A best friend is one of those folks;

Who when you’re in tears can tell a good joke

That brings a smile to your grim face;

After you’ve been buried by the human race.

They go that “extra mile” even though they don’t have to;

And it’s not for personal gain or some magazine review.

It’s a bond time and distance cannot seem to erase;

A kind word, birthday card or just a warm embrace.

Who when you’re victorious basks in the sun with you.

And when you feel defeated says, “No way, you aren’t through!”

A safe haven, your secret hide-away;

After your spirit’s been through some trying day.

A game of cards, your favorite drink in a chilled icy glass;

A person who’s unique in their own special class.

Ritz crackers, Swiss cheese, a PS video game;

Best friends need no introduction for they already know their names.

His Passion

In the distance there’s a silhouette of three crosses atop a hill;

On the cross in the middle He who obeyed the Father’s will.

As He gave up the ghost and lowered His head,

All would shortly find out the Son of God was now dead.

But this death was not a permanent state,

When the Sanhedrin caught wind it was much too late…

To hide the truth no matter how many coins were paid;

For the tomb was now empty where He had once laid.

And Mary ran quickly to spread the word;

How He had risen just as they’d heard…

When He told them aforetime what was to come,

As He advanced the kingdom of the Holy One.

For all those who would believe on His name;

And for those who did their lives would never be the same…

From a sacrifice He made to reconcile us,

Back into the Heavenly Father’s trust.

Now ascended and sitting on the right hand of God’s throne,

To intercede on our behalf so we’ll never again be alone.

To Be Or Not To Be?

Encountered a woman on Thursday, who was not what she appeared to be,

The spirit of the Lord was with her as she sat next to me.

Her soul was of marvelous wonder and curious appeal;

But outwardly her appearance was peculiar, to some unreal.

Others found her quite eccentric, though she would do them harm.

Have our days on this planet made our spirits so lukewarm?

And blind, lest we forget,

That we’ve led peculiar lives and held our cups of regret.

She reminded me of the Baptist in the wilderness shouting, “Repent!”

Beware when entertaining strangers for we know not who the Lord sent.

If your spirit is not discerning, knowing what’s good or bad;

You might just miss a blessing that for you alone GOD had.

*“Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others,”

If your minds be as Christ, all are sisters and brothers.

**“And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and good works.”

Not criticism, laughter, snide remarks and smirks.

To be like GOD is to be love and not to be is also your own choice,

But throwing stones from your glass house is not the way to sound your voice.

For GOD does not see as we see, He judges by the heart alone;

Perhaps now it’s time to use spiritual wisdom and forget the physical we’ve known.

*Philippians 2:4
**Hebrews 10:24