Face the coming day, with childish Wonder. Always be amazed with the beauty You find. Share your joy. Spread good Cheer. Be a Peacemaker.   by Jerry E Smith ©8/2/16 Image source These .gifs were created

Two posts which together, I hope will make a more lasting impact (in a positive way) on the readers.

Morning arrives, and with it the beauty and promise, Wonder and energy of a new day. Embrace this Newness with enthusiasm, lunge into your Tasks with eager anticipation of the Challenge. Climbing mountains

From sleep I have arisen; Nights cobwebs still wreath my mind. Our star has just now risen, Night is left behind. As coffee courses through my veins, I take stock of what’s ahead. I see that it will be

The sunrises in an hour, A momentous day portends. The future is what we make it; Things are in our Hands. We needn’t let circumstances, Our Inner Peace to break. There are many Things in play, Many more

Though it is not this cold or snowy here, My mornings are sometimes bleak. I struggle to climb back out of bed, yet my will can be so weak. I know that there are things to do; I have tasks that need be

I took my list with me; getting milk, toothpaste And bread; I don’t really like bread, but you Wanted it. I looked around in the store, expecting to See you come around a corner or the end of an Aisle,

Morning arrives; Awareness comes in waves. Dimly remembered dream images are washed away. Now, Freshness for the day follows, Though at times The climbing may be steep. Eyes open, Heart as well, you make

There are times when our lives may seem bleak; Nothing is Green and Growing, No ‘hope light’ that you can see. But Sometimes we are looking too closely, At the specific Problems we face, Without seeing

The Old week ends and A new day begins, Surrounded by beauty we are. Opportunities for caring presented; Will you take them, carry them far? Our future can be like an open sore, Or it could be as bright

Standing at the gate, gazing at the dawn of a new day, Filled with hope and trepidation. Will we come together, in joy, hope and play? Or will it be more conflict and division. Our future is in our hands;

Soft and fleecy, floating effortlessly Imaginary animals drifting Leading eyes, inspiring hearts ceaselessly Musically lilting, spirits a’ lifting Clouds float in and out, like lovers and friends An essential

Our star peeps over the rim of the world; It is good. It shines with warm blessings. It is good. Allow this warmth inside you; It is good. It will be well with us all; Do not fear. Listen; Your heart is

Just awoke, still groggy, a bit grumpy. First coffee heading into my system. Shouldn’t start the day like this; all ‘frumpy’. I will be better soon; I’ll be jumping. Sadly, sometimes my mornings are like

Seasons change; time rolls on just as always. Beauty that is there remains; it just morphs. As the seasons morph and change, some things die. When it is not first coupled with friendship, Amorous love

We start the day all groggy, Our minds are not so alert. We fill our cups with coffee, At a run we hit the dirt. Be sure to add some beauty To your cup each day. I believe it is our duty, To see beauty

The day is young; it is still a blank slate. Filled with mystery, promises to come. Our job? The world with good to populate. Filling it with our love light like the sun. It begins with what you have inside

Sunlight, slides down the trees as it rises, Morning spreading its way across the skies. New day begins, new questions it poses, Promise of happiness, shows in our eyes. Guiding, illuminating Loving, Light,

Some mornings come slipping in on cats feet, So quietly overcoming the night. Easing the time where dreams and waking meet, Cobwebs swept from our minds, clearing our sight. Each new day is a promise of

It's been so long since I have seen home; This place, This place of wars, and hate and vile things is Not My Home. This is not how my Father Wants Things to be. Yet I can see my master's Hand. His love