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Memories Precious Memories

By Frank - icare2be, published on Dec 16, 2010

Have you ever left a place you did not want to leave?

I have sat perfectly still, listening to the sounds of crickets, frogs and leaves moving in a gentle breeze.

I have sat with my heart wide open to the feel of the breeze absorbing all.

I have drawn deep breaths and held them to internalize the time and place.

I have tried to reach beyond the bounds of the mortal body to be part of this place.

Memories are all that remains. When all else is gone I have the memories.

Memories, memories precious memories.

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Tags: life, journal, thoughts, faith, opinion, musings, ramblings, prose, spirituality, reminiscing

I Am But a Man

By Frank - icare2be, published on Dec 5, 2010

I am but a man.Just a man, human still.I live and breathe.I do good and bad.Sometimes one more, Than the other.

For after all I am, but a man.On the average, not the mean.The good I do out weighs the bad,But then there are those days.

For after all I am, but a man.There are those days, glorious days.Or so I have been told.Of grand forgiveness and absolution.

For after all I am but a man.

This was writen reflecting on a particularly bad day I had. It was putting Humty Dumpty back together again. I was imperfect, but not all bad. Not unforgiveable, just imperfect.... (more)

Tags: humor, life, journal, poems, thoughts, faith, musings, ramblings, prose, reminiscing, personal philosophy, laugh, chuckle

The Aspens Are Speaking

By Frank - icare2be, published on Dec 2, 2010

The gentle breezes And the leaves are conversing.

At times the voicesSound like a waterfall.

At other times,A roaring avalanch.

Then, I hear applause.In the distance, then coming closer.

There is a pause In the breeze.

The conversation seizes.Silence of the forest surrounds me.

And then, like us, The conversation begins anew.

The aspens are speaking!

Every year I take a trip to see the aspens leaves turning yellow, gold and even orange. People call the aspens quaking when the leaves shake and you can hear them shaking against each other.... (more)

Tags: life, journal, poems, thoughts, faith, musings, ramblings, prose, spirituality, reminiscing, personal philosophy, aspens, quaking, gentle breezes

Call It What You Want!

By Frank - icare2be, published on Nov 10, 2010

Call it what you want.Call it day dreaming.Call it contemplation.Call it thinking, Or even time out from the world.

Whatever you call it,I need the time,To spend ruminating,Within myself.

I need these momentsof meandering around free of earthly bondsto meditate upon life's meaning.

I float upon clouds of thoughtful reasoningbalancing reality of a mad-mad worldand uplifting daydreams.

This is a time of healing,Understanding, planning, And sometimes escape To unreality.

When I return To your world, I am better, For taking this special time.

And so are... (more)

Tags: life, journal, poems, thoughts, faith, opinion, musings, ramblings, prose, spirituality, reminiscing, personal philosophy

Trouble Listening to You

By Frank - icare2be, published on Nov 9, 2010

I have trouble listening to you.

I have trouble listening to others.

I have these thoughts That intrude And shut off my hearing.

I become self absorbed In these thoughts.

These bandits steal My attention and my concentration.

They rob me of self respect And the respect of others.

No matter how hard I try To look into my friends eyes

And block out of all distraction The bandit jumps out

From behind some of the words I hearTo create a thought,

A contemplation, a derivationsOf what I am hearing.

I see the eyes before me change... (more)

Tags: life, journal, poems, thoughts, faith, opinion, musings, ramblings, prose, spirituality, reminiscing, personal philosophy

Bang! Life or Death Decisions

By Gurmeet Mattu, published on Dec 21, 2009

... talked it over with Mick lots of times, the differences between them. Soldiering wasn’t all bluff macho, there were reflective times, which they denied of course, but Mick and he had talked of dying. And Mick, in that quiet way of his, that calm, confident style, had told him of his Catholic faith. His belief in Jesus and His church. His belief in heaven and redemption. And Billy, the failed Protestant, believed in nothing; after death was oblivion. And that terrified him.

Yet here was he, challenged to risk his one chance of existence for the life of a man who had no fear of... (more)

Tags: death, war, faith, belief

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