Believe in Yourself !!

Hello Fellow Bloggers. . .

Today’s mood was on a spiral down until I read another’s blogger’s post with regard to expectations. 

For me, writing is a hobby as I am a retiree – an antique as I often quick-wit refer to myself.

Although writing wasn’t my profession, I often place undue pressure upon myself with regard to creation of what I consider an art – the formation of a masterpiece.  

Necessary chores completed I had yet to print out some requested forms. For fun I browsed through my stored collection of picture downloads and out of the blue as if the Good Lord knew what I needed to read I came across the following prayer.

I thought it would be a nice gesture to share it with others who may experience doubt on occasion and wonder if blogging is a sheer waste of  precious time. 

"The Knots Prayer"
Dear God, please untie the knots
that are in my mind, my heart
and my life.
Remove the have-nots, the can-nots
and the do-nots I have in my mind.

Erase the will-nots, may-nots,
might-nots that may find a home 
in my heart.

Release me from the could-nots,
would-nots and should-nots
that obstruct my life.

And most of all, 
Dear God, I ask that you 
remove from my mind, my heart
and my life all of the am-nots
that I have allowed to hold me back,
especially the thought,
that I am not good enough.
Amen.

~~ Author Unknown ~~ 

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — September 6

 

School Prayer a 15-year old’s version

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible,
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy', our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot, My soul please take!
Amen.

NOTE:
A 15-year old teen wrote the above prayer IMO quite Awesome.
In the US The Lord's Prayer is not allowed in most Public schools.
The student received an A+ for this entry. Bravo!!

Friendships Come – Friendships Go

Trustworthy pals
Opportunist casuals

Facial expressions
Camouflage deceptions

Hornswoggling hellos
Gut instincts follow

Routine dream players
Consistent heart-breakers

Doubtful succumb handsome charms
Watchful observation sound-off alarms

Flawless performances thou heed
Wary romantic semblances foresee

Insidious characters await opportunes
Stealthily vulnerable genuines consume

Empath's knowledgeability full intact
Dismissal routine requests pass-fail test

Once promises broken hurtful gut-wrenchers 
Unspokens possible signs potential betrayers

Think back high school days friends true versus fakes 
Some let go no regrets, faithful kept close no mistakes.

© 2018 June Quintin












 

 

Greatest Loss

Witchy warts
Friend cohorts

Group name
Deceased game

Children pass
All flabbergast

Promises made
Failure shades

Wonder words
Reality absurd 

Observe skin
Ask question

Leper spots
Thankful not

Walk shoes
Similar few

Refrain some
Fear outcome

Speak thou
Petrified how

Unknown call
Doubtful befall

Comparable chance
Conversation acquaintance

Unseen marks
Tearful sparks

Clothes cover
Zilch discover

Once, twice
Stifling price

Inconceivable learn
Betrayal turn

Children lose
Warts pursue

God's test
Faithful rest.

© 2018 June Quintin