VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
April 11

Whisper Jesus

Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray,
For God's spirit
seemed to tell me,
That you were
having a bad day.

I don't know just what that problem is,
But I sure do know the cure,
And if you'll only let Him,
God will keep you safe and secure.

In life there's always problems,
Cropping up to spoil our day,
But my friend,
you know the answer,
All you have to do, is "pray".

If you still feel you're defeated,
And you want to run and hide,
Just reach out, and I'll be there,
Standing right there by your side.

So remember--
Whisper Jesus,
For He's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch Him,
All you have to do, is "pray".


"Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest."
- Joshua 1:9 -


"You must get involved to have an impact. No one is impressed with the won-lost record of the referee."
- John Holcomb -


smelly dog
soggy bathroom
drowned me.


The experiences of the day blotted from my mid what the day used to be to me. The trip home began and soon I met Joanna.. a sweetie, who I enjoyed visiting with and then onward towards Columbia where I got to meet Joyce, I'm thinking they must have thought we moved into that restaurant, but it was so good just to talk to her. Then the drive home


thoughts of many things run through the pounding in my head, the pain distorts things, to where I don't understand what I am feeling or what they mean but yet I know they are there


Sometimes late at night when I am on the road going from stop to stop my mind wanders, it thinks of so many things, of so many people, but for some reason it always comes back to one. The one who makes me smile. The one who brings me the sunshine in the mornings and then again when I get home from work. Sometimes I question the rightness of the situation but in my heart I can not find any wrongness as long as the three of us accept things for the way they are, and I believe we all do.


This is the last year that this day ceases to be important for me. the one year turned to thirteen, no longer matters as what was is gone and now all I have is the future. I promise not to make the mistakes, I promise myself to see with open eyes, and to hear with my ears and not my heart. I shall look to fill the void the significance of this day had filled and I am certain that I shall succeed.


We have endured through 12 years plus 5
many bridges crossed and many burned
Shall the next be filled with repeats of the past or new horizons, yet to be seen


I slipped the tiny band of gold from my finger
looked at it's beaten and scared shaped
no longer round
flattened, scratched and worn thin

Remembering on that day eleven years ago
the preacher standing in front of us
holding that tiny band of gold
stating that it was a perfect circle

Reflecting now looking upon all it's scars
not a perfect circle, bent and flattened
deep cuts mar it's beauty
held together by a thin linking of gold
soon it will break.

This tiny band of gold
tells the story of the years.
It has twisted and spun on my finger
it has been beaten and bruised
but it's still there.

A reminder that I took a vow
a reminder of the low points and the high
a reminder that life continues
a reminder of where we've been

I slipped the tiny band of gold back on my left hand
for how much longer it will stand the abuse
I do not know
But once it finally breaks then
I shall be free


Out of the frying pan into the fire.
- Quintus Septimius Tertullianus -