January 4 , 2007

A Year Goes By As 2006 fades into a past memory We try to sort the good from the bad Was it a year that brought happiness Hopefully it was best year you ever had Did you achieve those goals you set Or did they become lost day by day Thinking tomorrow I'll catch them up Only to find you let them get away Is this year a time you want to relive Or one you want to see pass on by Did some hopes and dreams arrive While you let others whither and die Will 2007 bring a different direction One that’s filled with great adulation Give you all the things you hope for A year to exceed all your expectation Acie Workman Eden Park   Tips To Face 07 In this instant world, We often want microwave solutions To crock-pot problems. Take a chance. Embrace the vision In ’07. . . Celebrate life! I  will write myself into well-being! With pencil and paper. . I will revise the world! Writing forces consciousness! Cherish your favorite space. As:    Library, teashop, church, Your den or bedroom. Commit yourself to being A “hope bringer”! Find a path of spiritual growth, Your body will soon begin To use everything that happens As a vehicle for healing. Trust yourself and “Listen”! Your body is a barometer For your goal. Are you saying? The problem is, The government has taken prayer Out of the schools. That’s no problem! They haven’t taken you out, And if you are there, Prayer is there, And God is there. Mary Woodward Orrville, OH   I Tried! For twenty years I complained to wife About each gloomy day of life But she rebuked me and would say, “Why, I think this is a lovely day!” For twenty years and a little more We traveled through places I did abhor. But she smiled and spoke as we passed though, “This place is fine, don’t you think so, too?” On doubts and fears, she has heard my voice When she did naught but plain rejoice. I thought to myself, “just why compete?” I’ll have to join her, I know I’m beat! So should there be another twenty years And many of those be filled with tears, I’m sure that I must learn to say, “My isn’t this a lovely day?” If I should travel for twenty more, The same old routes I traveled before I think that she shall hear from me, “My, isn’t this a lovely place to be?” Paul Salyers Olive Hill, KY From “My Native Land”