<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:03:51.442-05:00</updated><category term='share'/><category term='truth'/><category term='child'/><category term='worthy'/><category term='choice'/><category term='whispers'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='peace'/><category term='strength'/><category term='protect'/><category term='youth'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='Prophet'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Sabbath'/><category term='patient'/><category term='time'/><category term='insight'/><title type='text'>Newest Poems &amp; Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://whispersofthespirit.yuku.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ WHISPERS of the SPIRIT ~
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Ingerson / oldrustyknight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6974930734057836513</id><published>2012-01-31T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:03:51.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20120201 HT'ing and VT'ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SUUypANWD0/TyiBXjsTAAI/AAAAAAAADrU/BngmfUWKVAY/s1600/0aa103_5780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703951169782743042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SUUypANWD0/TyiBXjsTAAI/AAAAAAAADrU/BngmfUWKVAY/s400/0aa103_5780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Henry B. Eyring – 1st Counselor in the 1st Presidency&lt;br /&gt;Home Teaching February 2012&lt;br /&gt;Exhort Them to Pray&lt;br /&gt;10402_000_002&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little child, my parents taught me by example to pray. I began with a picture in my mind of Heavenly Father being far away. As I have matured, my experience with prayer has changed. The picture in my mind has become one of a Heavenly Father who is close by, who is bathed in a bright light, and who knows me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;That change came as I gained a sure testimony that Joseph Smith’s report of his experience in 1820 in Manchester, New York, is true:&lt;br /&gt;“I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.&lt;br /&gt;“It no sooner appeared than I found myself delivered from the enemy which held me bound. When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!” (Joseph Smith—History 1:16–17).&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father was in the grove on that beautiful spring day. He called Joseph by name. And He introduced the resurrected Savior of the world as His “Beloved Son.” Whenever and wherever you pray, your testimony of the reality of that glorious experience can bless you.&lt;br /&gt;The Father to whom we pray is the glorious God who created worlds through His Beloved Son. He hears our prayers as He heard Joseph’s prayer—as clearly as if they were being offered in His presence. He loves us enough that He gave His Son as our Savior. By that gift He made it possible for us to gain immortality and eternal life. And He offers us, through prayer in the name of His Son, the opportunity to commune with Him in this life as often as we choose.&lt;br /&gt;Priesthood holders in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have the sacred trust to “visit the house of each member, and exhort them to pray vocally and in secret” (D&amp;amp;C 20:47; emphasis added).&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to exhort someone to pray. For example, we can testify that God has commanded us to pray always, or we can describe examples from scripture and from our own experience of the blessings that come from prayers of gratitude, supplication, and inquiry. For instance, I can testify that I know that Heavenly Father answers prayers. I have received direction and comfort from words that have come into my mind, and I know by the Spirit that the words were from God.&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet Joseph Smith had such experiences, and so can you. He received this answer to heartfelt prayer:&lt;br /&gt;“My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;&lt;br /&gt;“And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high” (D&amp;amp;C 121:7–8).&lt;br /&gt;That was revelation from a loving Father to a faithful son in great distress. Every child of God can commune in prayer with Him. No exhortation to pray has had as great an effect on me as have the feelings of love and light that come with answers to humble prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We gain a testimony of any commandment of God by keeping that commandment (see John 7:17). This is true of the command that we pray always vocally and in secret. As your teacher and your friend, I promise that God will answer your prayers and that by the power of the Holy Ghost, you can know for yourself that the answers are from Him.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching from This Message&lt;br /&gt;• •&lt;br /&gt;“Pictures are valuable tools for strengthening the main idea of a lesson” (Teaching, No Greater Call [1999], 176). Show a painting of Joseph Smith or the First Vision. Discuss the experience Joseph Smith had with prayer. How would your prayers be more meaningful if you pictured “Heavenly Father … close by,” as does President Eyring?&lt;br /&gt;• •&lt;br /&gt;As President Eyring suggests, consider sharing your testimony about prayer, describing blessings you have received because of prayer, or sharing scriptures about prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;Powerful Prayer&lt;br /&gt;By Austin C.&lt;br /&gt;10402_000_003&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is one of the greatest and most important ways to connect to, talk with, and be comforted by our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;While I was saying my prayers one night, I thought about what my family was in need of, what I was grateful for, and also what I needed to repent of. Right after closing my prayer, I thought about the many worldly things that could easily distract me from my goals.&lt;br /&gt;But during my prayers, I feel that if I pray sincerely and humbly, my burdens are lightened, my sins are washed away, and my problems have answers. I realize how close to God I feel while I say my prayers. It shows me how important we all are in God’s eyes. I testify that prayer is one of the most powerful and important things that we can do.&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father Hears Me When I Pray&lt;br /&gt;10402_000_004&lt;br /&gt;President Eyring says that Heavenly Father “hears our prayers … as clearly as if they were being offered in His presence.” He can hear us no matter where we are or what’s going on around us. Can you find the child praying in this picture?&lt;br /&gt; (click to view larger)&lt;br /&gt;Illustration by Beth M. Whittaker&lt;br /&gt;“To Pray”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;2/1/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inviting the infant&lt;br /&gt;sharing in the prayer&lt;br /&gt;folded arms quiet&lt;br /&gt;squirmingly alive&lt;br /&gt;little gurgles often&lt;br /&gt;yet discerning&lt;br /&gt;feelings of love&lt;br /&gt;bowed head&lt;br /&gt;soon to pray&lt;br /&gt;all too soon&lt;br /&gt;grown up&lt;br /&gt;yet praying&lt;br /&gt;knowing why&lt;br /&gt;most important&lt;br /&gt;knowing how&lt;br /&gt;and the why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Teaching February 2012&lt;br /&gt;Guardians of the Hearth&lt;br /&gt;10402_000_005&lt;br /&gt;“You are the guardians of the hearth,” said President Gordon B. Hinckley (1910–2008) as he introduced “The Family: A Proclamation to the World” in the general Relief Society meeting in 1995. “You are the bearers of the children. You are they who nurture them and establish within them the habits of their lives. No other work reaches so close to divinity as does the nurturing of the sons and daughters of God.”1&lt;br /&gt;For almost 17 years now this proclamation has reinforced that our most significant responsibilities are centered in strengthening families and homes—no matter our current circumstances. Barbara Thompson, now second counselor in the Relief Society general presidency, was in the Salt Lake Tabernacle when President Hinckley first read the proclamation. “That was a great occasion,” she remembers. “I felt the significance of the message. I also found myself thinking, ‘This is a great guide for parents. It is also a big responsibility for parents.’ I thought for a moment that it really didn’t pertain too much to me since I wasn’t married and didn’t have any children. But almost as quickly I thought, ‘But it does pertain to me. I am a member of a family. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a cousin, a niece, and a granddaughter. I do have responsibilities—and blessings—because I am a member of a family. Even if I were the only living member of my family, I am still a member of God’s family, and I have a responsibility to help strengthen other families.’”&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we are not left alone in our efforts. “The greatest help,” says Sister Thompson, “we will have in strengthening families is to know and follow the doctrines of Christ and rely on Him to help us.”2&lt;br /&gt;From the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 22:6; 1 Nephi 1:1; 2 Nephi 25:26; Alma 56:46–48; Doctrine and Covenants 93:40&lt;br /&gt;From Our History&lt;br /&gt;“When Sister Bathsheba W. Smith served as the fourth Relief Society general president [from 1901 to 1910], she saw a need to strengthen families, and so she established mother education lessons for Relief Society sisters. The lessons included counsel on marriage, prenatal care, and child rearing. These lessons supported President Joseph F. Smith’s teachings about the Relief Society helping women in their roles at home:&lt;br /&gt;“‘Wherever there is ignorance or at least a lack of understanding in regard to the family, duties of the family, with regard to obligations that should exist and that do rightfully exist between husband and wife and between parents and children, there this organization exists or is near at hand, and by the natural endowments and inspiration that belongs to the organization they are prepared and ready to impart instruction with reference to those important duties.’”3&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Do?&lt;br /&gt;1. 1.&lt;br /&gt;How can I help the sisters I watch over to strengthen families?&lt;br /&gt;2. 2.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a righteous influence in my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guardians”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;2/1/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes distracted&lt;br /&gt;running feet fast&lt;br /&gt;stuff on the stove&lt;br /&gt;laundry to be done&lt;br /&gt;yet why of the why’s&lt;br /&gt;bringing up children&lt;br /&gt;special and sacred&lt;br /&gt;Father’s children&lt;br /&gt;guardians to be&lt;br /&gt;of hearth and home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6974930734057836513?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6974930734057836513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6974930734057836513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6974930734057836513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6974930734057836513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120201-hting-and-vting.html' title='20120201 HT&apos;ing and VT&apos;ing'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SUUypANWD0/TyiBXjsTAAI/AAAAAAAADrU/BngmfUWKVAY/s72-c/0aa103_5780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5469412121413927662</id><published>2012-01-30T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:13:32.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Deep Ditches”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pisHp9tPrvc/TydOLtvtUkI/AAAAAAAADrI/KUJhdVEBG_Q/s1600/0aaIMG_9576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703613416253248066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pisHp9tPrvc/TydOLtvtUkI/AAAAAAAADrI/KUJhdVEBG_Q/s400/0aaIMG_9576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Deep Ditches”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/31/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explosives over head&lt;br /&gt;rocks and dirt exploding&lt;br /&gt;deeper – deeper down&lt;br /&gt;digging always deeper&lt;br /&gt;trying to escape beneath&lt;br /&gt;yet knowing not where&lt;br /&gt;hiding from the truth&lt;br /&gt;while others at us stare&lt;br /&gt;as a knife in a sheaf&lt;br /&gt;tunneling down steeper&lt;br /&gt;in the mud as if to drown&lt;br /&gt;one’s mind oft imploding&lt;br /&gt;deep ditches fear fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5469412121413927662?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5469412121413927662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5469412121413927662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5469412121413927662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5469412121413927662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/deep-ditches.html' title='“Deep Ditches”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pisHp9tPrvc/TydOLtvtUkI/AAAAAAAADrI/KUJhdVEBG_Q/s72-c/0aaIMG_9576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3878760277995978239</id><published>2012-01-30T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:08:45.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“The All of Us”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-049sEr2em8g/TyayeFedl4I/AAAAAAAADq8/DGe3StXw4oA/s1600/0aaIMG_4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703442208047077250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-049sEr2em8g/TyayeFedl4I/AAAAAAAADq8/DGe3StXw4oA/s400/0aaIMG_4015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The All of Us”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/30/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often many forget&lt;br /&gt;eternal is the family&lt;br /&gt;always and forever one&lt;br /&gt;throughout eternity;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding of love&lt;br /&gt;wherein found our all&lt;br /&gt;sheer now is the veil&lt;br /&gt;hear Father’s call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3878760277995978239?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3878760277995978239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3878760277995978239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3878760277995978239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3878760277995978239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-of-us.html' title='“The All of Us”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-049sEr2em8g/TyayeFedl4I/AAAAAAAADq8/DGe3StXw4oA/s72-c/0aaIMG_4015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6929886459745365745</id><published>2012-01-30T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:53:12.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Missing”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sitR9xuFBDo/Tyau0y9nv5I/AAAAAAAADqw/O_STv1GHWlU/s1600/0aaIMG_9651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703438200167972754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sitR9xuFBDo/Tyau0y9nv5I/AAAAAAAADqw/O_STv1GHWlU/s400/0aaIMG_9651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Missing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/24/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carelessly laid aside&lt;br /&gt;thus now is missing&lt;br /&gt;while others to deride&lt;br /&gt;from the ground hissing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet how many to seek&lt;br /&gt;beguiled by men alive&lt;br /&gt;hammering the meek&lt;br /&gt;not missing just to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6929886459745365745?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6929886459745365745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6929886459745365745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6929886459745365745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6929886459745365745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/missing.html' title='“Missing”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sitR9xuFBDo/Tyau0y9nv5I/AAAAAAAADqw/O_STv1GHWlU/s72-c/0aaIMG_9651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-638283901494016626</id><published>2012-01-30T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:48:55.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Access"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0e-Cu90Pqg/Tyat0xOCW6I/AAAAAAAADqk/EBD9X0juNO8/s1600/0aaIMG_4111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 211px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703437100188326818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0e-Cu90Pqg/Tyat0xOCW6I/AAAAAAAADqk/EBD9X0juNO8/s400/0aaIMG_4111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Access"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/25/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding hidden doors&lt;br /&gt;in and out of hiding&lt;br /&gt;shadows often sliding&lt;br /&gt;up and down floors;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking w/out sound&lt;br /&gt;wandering mazes tight&lt;br /&gt;now dark now light&lt;br /&gt;with no access found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Access 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cjii&lt;br /&gt;1/26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once long ago&lt;br /&gt;so much known&lt;br /&gt;yet I've grown&lt;br /&gt;no longer know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child found&lt;br /&gt;no words to speak&lt;br /&gt;memories I seek&lt;br /&gt;locked and bound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Access 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses are alive&lt;br /&gt;touch, taste, smell&lt;br /&gt;hearing-seeing swell&lt;br /&gt;yet only to survive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough to have&lt;br /&gt;access to the mind&lt;br /&gt;mysteries to unwind&lt;br /&gt;seeking Father's salve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Access 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling through space&lt;br /&gt;black holes and darkness&lt;br /&gt;my mind lost in farness&lt;br /&gt;so much to lose in the race;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting access to forever&lt;br /&gt;where is my history&lt;br /&gt;shrouded in mystery&lt;br /&gt;someone to sever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Access 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is there&lt;br /&gt;feeling it deep within&lt;br /&gt;I know the veil thin&lt;br /&gt;so much yet to share;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Access denied still&lt;br /&gt;thus to learn all anew&lt;br /&gt;from this world to view&lt;br /&gt;my Father's will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-638283901494016626?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/638283901494016626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=638283901494016626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/638283901494016626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/638283901494016626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/access.html' title='&quot;Access&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0e-Cu90Pqg/Tyat0xOCW6I/AAAAAAAADqk/EBD9X0juNO8/s72-c/0aaIMG_4111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-9130344302042023192</id><published>2012-01-30T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:48:11.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tasks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBOIYLjp5o/TyatpurLF7I/AAAAAAAADqY/vNlpTnaLMKU/s1600/0aaIMG_4023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 367px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703436910526666674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBOIYLjp5o/TyatpurLF7I/AAAAAAAADqY/vNlpTnaLMKU/s400/0aaIMG_4023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tasks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/28/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiring to succeed&lt;br /&gt;wanting more to do&lt;br /&gt;harboring energy&lt;br /&gt;filling an eternal need;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks some to abound&lt;br /&gt;others needed to find&lt;br /&gt;my mission from above&lt;br /&gt;seeking to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-9130344302042023192?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/9130344302042023192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=9130344302042023192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9130344302042023192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9130344302042023192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/tasks.html' title='&quot;Tasks&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBOIYLjp5o/TyatpurLF7I/AAAAAAAADqY/vNlpTnaLMKU/s72-c/0aaIMG_4023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-893345421051581243</id><published>2012-01-30T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:47:23.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5Yfbb0G1rY/Tyatd7Bt4qI/AAAAAAAADqM/Xy_NoX6qR_Y/s1600/0aaIMG_9578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 311px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703436707684016802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5Yfbb0G1rY/Tyatd7Bt4qI/AAAAAAAADqM/Xy_NoX6qR_Y/s400/0aaIMG_9578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Time Out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/27/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are broken&lt;br /&gt;facts found empty&lt;br /&gt;meaningless thought&lt;br /&gt;proof upon proof&lt;br /&gt;fact and another&lt;br /&gt;science and history&lt;br /&gt;artifacts and more&lt;br /&gt;yet just denied&lt;br /&gt;called untrue&lt;br /&gt;time out&lt;br /&gt;time out&lt;br /&gt;yet none&lt;br /&gt;given!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-893345421051581243?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/893345421051581243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=893345421051581243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/893345421051581243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/893345421051581243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-out.html' title='&quot;Time Out&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5Yfbb0G1rY/Tyatd7Bt4qI/AAAAAAAADqM/Xy_NoX6qR_Y/s72-c/0aaIMG_9578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7667412703892272401</id><published>2012-01-29T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:21:45.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Obedience” Stake Conference Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xq_HOrpHW4/TyXwpeW7ObI/AAAAAAAADqA/lmi9aAY__mM/s1600/0aa103_5781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703229098449123762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xq_HOrpHW4/TyXwpeW7ObI/AAAAAAAADqA/lmi9aAY__mM/s400/0aa103_5781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi All – the Stake Conference today for our Stake was very uplifting – and with the four speakers: Walter F. González Presidency of the 1st Quorum of the Seventy; Cheryl A. Esplin 2C Primary General Presidency; Richard C. Edgley 1st Counselor Church Bishopric; and M. Russell Ballard Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects were: “Three Things the Savior Did”; “Family Home Evening”; “Two Paths – Lord’s Path and Satan’s Path”; and “The Worth of One Soul or What is Needed in the Last Days”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Gonzalez: “Three Things the Savior Did”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prayed or Prayer&lt;br /&gt;2. Blessed&lt;br /&gt;3. Ministered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior prayed often for all of those he saw – especially for the small children.  In our homes and stewardships we need to be praying for both ourselves and those we’ve a responsibility to and for while in this mortal probation. Prayers are the key to the heavens – knowing how to have meaningful communications with the Father – through the Son.  Parents should pray for their themselves – their family – their children (collectively and individually) – their loved ones; We should be praying in the same manner – and when we pray in our meetings to be mindful of the purposes of those in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each should be using the Priesthood for Blessings – within the Home – for our Home Teaching Families – for the Sick and Infirmed – for those receiving new callings – starting or returning to school – but most especially when prompted by the Holy Ghost of the need of someone for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior ministered to those who followed him and came to him.  Teaching the 1st Principles of the Gospel is the greatest teaching we can do – teaching about the love of the Father and the Son – teaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ to our families and loved ones.  In doing so we minister to the needs of those within this mortal probation and also ourselves in our preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Cheryl A. Esplin: “Family Home Evening FHE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 100th Year of the Family Home Evening Program in the Church. There are great promises (Covenants with the Lord) if we as individuals and families hold a regular FHE. Every President (Prophet) of the Church has added to and reinforced the blessings and covenants that the Lord has made with his people.  Some of these are: “Your children might wander but you’ll never lose them.”  “Will strengthen your family.” “Next to Sacrament Meeting the most important single meeting each week for a family (this includes individuals) to hold.”  There are many more – but the importance is magnified in these listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Richard C. Edgley:  “Two Paths – Lord’s Path and Satan’s Path”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Latter-days all people have four things in common:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each seek happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;2. Each have the influence of Satan to destroy happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;3. Each have the buffetings of Satan to contend with in destroying their testimonies of the Savior and the Father&lt;br /&gt;4. Each is a son or daughter of God the Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nephi 3:11 For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my first-born in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one; wherefore, if it should be one body it must needs remain as dead, having no life neither death, nor corruption nor incorruption, happiness nor misery, neither sense nor insensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley would speak of the worldly Ism’s – Atheism; Agnosticism; Pessimism; and Secularism.  Most are familiar with these but the most dangerous is the Secularism taught by the world to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secularism: Free speech – Free choices – and Restriction of Religious Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Speech – the right to use profanity – publish pornography – delight in rhetorical teachings – and denying such rights as anyone to criticize the abuses of these freedoms.  These have been upheld by the courts of our day (see 3rd Nephi for the examples of what is yet to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Choices – sexual immorality – adultery – (my note: Bertram Russell taught one of the great things he learned growing up was that there was no Free Will and therefore whatever he did, taught or any other aspect of his life was already decided so he could do whatever he wanted without any remorse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restriction of Freedom of Religions to criticize or otherwise to interfere with the abuses of Free Speech or Free Choices – due to any of their individual or collective teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless – Sin is still Sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a fifth Ism – Optimism – which is the found only in the teachings of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  And in these Latter-days this should be the learning of all those who’ve covenanted with the Father and the Son.  Those who’ve done so – understand who they are (a child of God) – why they’re here (to learn light and knowledge to pass through mortal probation) and where they’re going (if worthy) (back into the presence of the Father and the Son).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re to put on the Full Armor of God: In order to do this there are three things we must do on a regular basis:&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend Sacrament Meetings&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay a full Tithing&lt;br /&gt;3. Attend the Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re a covenant making people – at Baptism we covenanted with Father to do all and keep all of his Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrament Meetings are where we renew our covenants on a weekly basis to fine tune our Spirits for another week in a very wicked world.&lt;br /&gt;Pay a Full Tithing – this is the Lord’s Law of Worthiness – by obedience to this law it will stay the hand of the destroyer –&lt;br /&gt;Attend the Temple – this is where we learn the Spiritual laws and understandings – doing our own ordinances and those of our progenitors (read Malachi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t Jump Ship” – sometimes you might find yourself feeling unwanted or unappreciated – sometimes maybe even offended – sometime seduced by the worldly and its many temptations – or having committed further sin and feel no longer worthy to be in the fellowship of the Father or the Son.  The whole purpose of the Atonement was to give us the strength to return to the Father and the Son – no matter where or how we felt/feel – for the Atonement gives us the strength to endure beyond all we can do for ourselves.  Grace is the strength of God given to us to endure after all we’ve done or can do. Many abandon ship – much like those who join the Church – and then can no longer take the taunting of those in the Spacious Building and leave to follow the world once more.  Many feel the ship has abandoned them – they see the lights fading in the distance and give up – missing the lifeboats all around looking for them.  The Father and the Son will never leave us – it is us who choose to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thus endure to the end – others do not – but know this that all can endure to the end if they so choose to be Obedient to the Commandments of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder M. Russell Ballard: “The Worth of One Soul – or What is Needed in the Last Days”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doctrine and Covenants 88:81 Behold, I sent you out to testify and warn the people, and it becometh every man who hath been warned to warn his neighbor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also Mosiah 28 about the four sons of the King going on a mission to the Lamanites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember also the Scriptures of the lost sheep and the lost coin – one soul is of great value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve much to do in these Latter-days – to warn our neighbors – ourselves and our sisters and brothers (all – none excluded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three important aspects of this importance:&lt;br /&gt;1. Strengthen our homes and others&lt;br /&gt;2. We’ll survive in saving our souls and others will grow from our examples&lt;br /&gt;3. We’ll help non-members who are searching to find the Gospel -  possibly through service projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we to teach?  Hyrum Smith counseled we’re to teach the 1st Principles of the Gospel (only) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Articles of Faith 4 We believe that the first principles and ordinances of the Gospel are: first, Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ; second, Repentance; third, Baptism by immersion for the remission of sins; fourth, Laying on of hands for the gift of the Holy Ghost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something all can do – using the Scriptures – and bearing ones testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message of the Savior is simple and clear – “If you love me – keep my Commandments” (and if you do you shall see my face).  (see John 15:14 and Doctrine and Covenants 93:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked, “How many seeds in an apple” – while they should be asking, “How many apples in a seed?”  We should be asking what is inside of us  - and what can we do for ourselves – our family – our loved ones here and departed – and our neighbors and friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will we be found – when the winds blow – the sun is blocked – the moon is red – ice and freezing – extremes in hot and cold – floods – hurricanes – tornadoes – wars – earthquakes?  Will we be standing – understanding the plainness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ – or will we be found otherwise – afraid and alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from my notes – and are not in any way meant to be the complete text of any of the talks given this day.   For those who attended they may well fill in the many gaps found above – while those not in attendance we missed you and your families – hugs and love – Brother Ingerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Obedience”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/30/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each have choices to make&lt;br /&gt;When a new day to awake;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to be found&lt;br /&gt;Homeward to Zion bound;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or otherwise engaged&lt;br /&gt;Where tempests raged;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience the best way&lt;br /&gt;Starting knowing to pray;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the counsel given true&lt;br /&gt;Printed, spoken to view;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there’s only one road&lt;br /&gt;Wherein we’re to abode;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion’s road the way home&lt;br /&gt;Thus Jesus for us to Atone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7667412703892272401?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7667412703892272401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7667412703892272401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7667412703892272401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7667412703892272401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/obedience-stake-conference-notes.html' title='“Obedience” Stake Conference Notes'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xq_HOrpHW4/TyXwpeW7ObI/AAAAAAAADqA/lmi9aAY__mM/s72-c/0aa103_5781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4876231557600775030</id><published>2012-01-29T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:05:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Ravished”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qV7TgF4y3jQ/TyXs7MppUFI/AAAAAAAADpo/8VkhyCAaB80/s1600/0aaIMG_9649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703225004886937682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qV7TgF4y3jQ/TyXs7MppUFI/AAAAAAAADpo/8VkhyCAaB80/s400/0aaIMG_9649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ravished”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/30/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some droplets of water&lt;br /&gt;un-obedient thus found&lt;br /&gt;seeking their own paths&lt;br /&gt;down the mountain sides;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the culverts made&lt;br /&gt;which nourish valleys below&lt;br /&gt;farms and cities and towns&lt;br /&gt;providing rich nourishment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead much ravished&lt;br /&gt;new culverts created thence&lt;br /&gt;floods and destructions&lt;br /&gt;all a part of disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4876231557600775030?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4876231557600775030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4876231557600775030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4876231557600775030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4876231557600775030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/ravished.html' title='“Ravished”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qV7TgF4y3jQ/TyXs7MppUFI/AAAAAAAADpo/8VkhyCAaB80/s72-c/0aaIMG_9649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5752893075339078091</id><published>2012-01-28T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:50:10.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Jesus Wept”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBt8u_oMBJU/TySz36jbBuI/AAAAAAAADpc/WjI3NqkjzOk/s1600/0aaa20111006%2B165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702880801349895906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBt8u_oMBJU/TySz36jbBuI/AAAAAAAADpc/WjI3NqkjzOk/s400/0aaa20111006%2B165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Jesus Wept”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/29/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the news&lt;br /&gt;carried by loved ones&lt;br /&gt;embraces to behold&lt;br /&gt;feelings of grief&lt;br /&gt;groaning within&lt;br /&gt;knowing of us all&lt;br /&gt;having lived for each&lt;br /&gt;suffering his death&lt;br /&gt;that we might live&lt;br /&gt;eternally with Him&lt;br /&gt;joining His Father&lt;br /&gt;in courts on high&lt;br /&gt;yet this Sabbath Day&lt;br /&gt;most somewhere&lt;br /&gt;but not with Him&lt;br /&gt;ignoring his pleas&lt;br /&gt;to come follow Him&lt;br /&gt;thus our Savior&lt;br /&gt;the Father’s Son&lt;br /&gt;recorded in scripture&lt;br /&gt;John 11:35 ‘Jesus wept’&lt;br /&gt;for whom he gave all&lt;br /&gt;and they love him not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you love me –&lt;br /&gt;keep my Commandments”&lt;br /&gt;John 14:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5752893075339078091?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5752893075339078091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5752893075339078091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5752893075339078091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5752893075339078091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/jesus-wept.html' title='“Jesus Wept”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBt8u_oMBJU/TySz36jbBuI/AAAAAAAADpc/WjI3NqkjzOk/s72-c/0aaa20111006%2B165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1478618345909796258</id><published>2012-01-23T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:13:53.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Weltschmerz”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MZtIPubK0/Tx4T3EltTVI/AAAAAAAADpQ/ZSa9BdQuc0E/s1600/0aa20120121%2B%25288%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701016015143259474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MZtIPubK0/Tx4T3EltTVI/AAAAAAAADpQ/ZSa9BdQuc0E/s400/0aa20120121%2B%25288%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Weltschmerz”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/23/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright days and lights&lt;br /&gt;careful planning to be&lt;br /&gt;world’s in tough shape&lt;br /&gt;run down and shabby&lt;br /&gt;however, in the woods&lt;br /&gt;found the flowers full&lt;br /&gt;birds and animals lurk&lt;br /&gt;singing and in quiet&lt;br /&gt;lakes and creeks alike&lt;br /&gt;yet man/woman not&lt;br /&gt;cities cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;too many living a lie&lt;br /&gt;pretending the ideal&lt;br /&gt;while at best not&lt;br /&gt;apathetic and dull&lt;br /&gt;a state of weltschmerz&lt;br /&gt;amid flowers in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1478618345909796258?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1478618345909796258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1478618345909796258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1478618345909796258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1478618345909796258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/weltschmerz.html' title='“Weltschmerz”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MZtIPubK0/Tx4T3EltTVI/AAAAAAAADpQ/ZSa9BdQuc0E/s72-c/0aa20120121%2B%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1709449481872933777</id><published>2012-01-22T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:25:20.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Never to See” (Who is Messiah Ben Joseph?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxnsePxBzXg/TxxwU9tcxyI/AAAAAAAADpE/b3JOj2311f0/s1600/0aa20120121%2B%252846%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700554733809092386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxnsePxBzXg/TxxwU9tcxyI/AAAAAAAADpE/b3JOj2311f0/s400/0aa20120121%2B%252846%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the coming forth of the Book of Mormon as a 2nd Witness of the Lord Jesus Christ and a companion volume to the Holy Bible critics have appeared in all forms – mostly from the worlds of intellectuals and clergy’s of the various worldly religions.  Thus so motivated mobs and rabid followers have done all they can to destroy this 2nd Witness of the Lord Jesus Christ.  Yet proof after proof appear – discoveries, scientific documentations, unknown literature, teachings of the ancients, and most of all simple common sense that the Book of Mormon is just what it says that it is – a 2nd Witness to the Lord Jesus Christ and a companion volume to the Holy Bible.  It is well known that some will never believe anything unless the heavens open – and even then it’s known many still will not believe anything.  Therefore, what is found below is simply further information for those who seek after both facts, truth and understanding of the Lord Jesus Christ and His Gospel.  Why is this presented?  Because knowing what I know to be true – I would be remiss in not sharing even the smallest slier of light, knowledge or presentation which might help other to know the Father and the Son as I do.  Does this mean to believe the Book of Mormon to be of God? Yes, and what it reports itself to be.  Does this mean Joseph Smith, Jr. is a Prophet of God? Yes, and that he indeed fits the complete description of Ben Joseph in many documents of Jewish literature.  Does this mean that the Heavens are open? Yes, and that we’ve had the restoration which is spoken of throughout the Scriptures of the Saviors Kingdom on this Earth to which he can now return to at the 2nd Coming. If one will review the notes below – and follow them to their sources one will find much information which is important to their eternal life with all of their progenitors and posterity -  c/ork&lt;br /&gt;http://rsc.byu.edu/archived/selections-2007-religious-education-student-symposium/messiah-ben-joseph-jewish-traditions-&lt;br /&gt;Trevan G. Hatch, “Messiah ben Joseph: Jewish Traditions and Legends of a Latter-day Restorer,” Selections from the Religious Education Student Symposium 2007 (Provo, UT: Religious Studies Center, Brigham Young University, 2007), 37–56.&lt;br /&gt;Messiah ben Joseph: Jewish Traditions and Legends of a Latter-day Restorer&lt;br /&gt;Trevan G. Hatch&lt;br /&gt;For more than two thousand years, many Jewish scholars and rabbis have attempted, with only a certain degree of success, to explain and even comprehend the Jewish traditions of the Messiah ben Joseph, the man who would come forth in the last days as a restorer and a forerunner to the Messiah. A handful of scholars have attempted to present these traditions from a Latter-day Saint perspective. Despite their efforts, many Jewish texts and ideas have been ignored. The similarities between the life of Joseph Smith and the traditions of the Messiah ben Joseph (MBJ) are striking.[1] The primary objective of this paper will be to present these similarities in greater detail than has previously been done.&lt;br /&gt;This paper is intended for the reader who possesses a general knowledge of the life of Joseph Smith. I have, in as much detail as possible due to length restrictions, juxtaposed the life of Joseph Smith Jr. and the traditions of MBJ. Occasionally I will cite an event in the life of Joseph Smith that parallels the traditions of MBJ. In other instances, however, I will not mention the parallel but simply present the information concerning MBJ, and the parallel should be quite obvious. I will mention in the text or in the endnotes any aspect of the tradition that may not stand out as an obvious parallel.&lt;br /&gt;I will periodically refer to Jewish scholars and rabbis as “the Jews.” In doing so, I do not imply that all aspects of the tradition were believed by all Jews or even a majority of them. Some aspects of the MBJ tradition mentioned in this chapter may have been the opinion of a single Jewish scholar or rabbi. [2]&lt;br /&gt;Origin and Sources of the MBJ Tradition&lt;br /&gt;Scholars and theologians have been unsuccessful in determining the origin of the MBJ tradition. Without knowing where or from whom the tradition originated, one can only make a vain attempt to explain the ambiguities relating to the tradition. Coming to a full understanding of the MBJ tradition is difficult considering the fact that every rabbi and scholar have expressed different ideas or theories surrounding it. I have included a brief summary of the earliest known sources of the MBJ tradition which may be helpful. The MBJ traditions are found in at least four sources: (1) The Talmud, which is a collection of rabbinical discussions pertaining to Jewish law, custom, and history. The discussions of the rabbis were kept orally for several centuries and were eventually recorded around AD 200.[3] (2) The Targumim, which are Aramaic translations of the Hebrew Bible compiled in Babylon or Israel during the Second Temple Period (537–20 BC). (3) Kabbalistic writings, which contain Jewish mystical traditions regarding the creation of the earth and other ideas concerning God and spirituality. (4) The apocryphal and pseudepigraphical writings, which are religious and extrabiblical texts resembling books of scripture. These texts were not included with the other canonical books and date from around 300 BC to AD 100.&lt;br /&gt;“Two Messiahs”&lt;br /&gt;Modern Jews, in general, do not believe the Messiah has come. To Jews, Jesus was simply a “teacher . . . who in his day and since his day has had a very exceptional influence,” but he was not considered to be the Messiah.[4] However, many Jews and Christians are anxiously awaiting the moment when the Messiah will arrive. For Christians, it will be His second coming and for Jews, His first.[5] Not only are Jews awaiting the Messiah, but they are also awaiting the arrival of a “second” Messiah: one who will precede the first but will be “second in rank of the two Messiahs.”[6] Dr. Joseph Klausner, a noted Jewish scholar, stated that MBJ will have no “atoning power.”[7] He also stated that only the primary Messiah can atone for sins, although other Jewish scholars might argue that the Messiah cannot atone for sins but that atonement is reserved for God. Klausner also stated that the Messiah, not the MBJ, possesses “eternal life.”[8]&lt;br /&gt;Jews refer to the primary Messiah as Messiah ben David (MBD), sometimes referred to as Messiah ben Judah or King Messiah.[9] This Messiah will descend from the lineage of King David, who descended from Judah, a son of Jacob. The secondary Messiah was referred to by Jews as Messiah ben Joseph, sometimes referred to as Messiah ben Ephraim because he will descend from the tribe of Joseph through Ephraim. Messiah comes from the Hebrew word meaning “Anointed One” and ben translates as “son” or “son of,” so Messiah ben Joseph would render as “The Anointed One, son of Joseph.”&lt;br /&gt;Targum Pseudo-Jonathan teaches that the MBD and MBJ existed[10] “before the world was created”[11] and that they were called to take part in a joint effort during the Messianic Age to serve as redeemers[12] and to bring “salvation to the Jewish people and to the whole world.”[13] The two Messiahs will know of one another’s role in redeeming God’s people, and it will be the MBD who will protect the MBJ until his work is completed.[14]&lt;br /&gt;The Messianic Age&lt;br /&gt;Jews referred to the period of time when MBJ will be born, leading up to the arrival of MBD, as the “Messianic Age,” also known as the “footsteps [leading to the coming] of the Messiah” or “birth-pangs [preparing for the coming] of the Messiah.”[15] People will know that the Messianic Age has arrived when they see an increase of miracles,[16] works of evil, and great calamities.&lt;br /&gt;According to Rabbi Nehemiah (Talmudic period), “Impudence will increase and esteem will be perverted” during the Messianic Age.[17] “This period,” wrote Lawrence Silverman, a Jewish scholar, “is generally depicted as one of upheavals in family life, convulsions in social order, intense and prolonged human suffering, rampant heresy and immorality, and worldwide warfare and devastation.”[18] According to Julius Greenstone, “There will be an increase in drunkenness and immorality. Youths will no longer respect their parents, the pious, and the aged. . . . Judges and officers of the law will have no authority, denunciators will multiply, anarchy will reign supreme. . . . Those that fear sin will be despised, and the house of public convention will become a house of harlots.”[19]&lt;br /&gt;Along with continually decreasing morals, truth and the word of the Lord will be hard to find. Rabbi Judah stated, “The wisdom of the Scribes will become foolish. . . . The face of this generation is as the face of a dog, and truth is lacking, as it is written (Isaiah 59:15): ‘And truth shall be lacking, and he that departeth from evil maketh himself a prey.’”[20] Consider also the following passage of the Talmud, which states,&lt;br /&gt;When our teachers entered the vineyard (school) at Yabneh, they said: The Torah is destined to be forgotten in Israel, as it is written (Amos 8:11): “Behold, the days come, saith the Lord God, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor of thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the Lord.” It is further written (Amos 8:12): “And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east: they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the Lord, and shall not find it.” . . . “The word of the Lord” means The End; “the word of the Lord” means prophecy.[21]&lt;br /&gt;Calamities, immorality, deceit, disrespect, and famine of God’s word will not be secluded within a few nations or geographical regions but will be prevalent throughout “the whole earth,” and “all who live will experience it.”[22] The teachings of the rabbis and prophets concerning the last days were so graphic and frightening that some people, including the rabbis, prayed that the Messianic Age would not come in their day.[23]&lt;br /&gt;Calamities around the Birth of MBJ&lt;br /&gt;According to Silverman, calamities such as earthquakes and plagues will occur around the time of the arrival of MBJ.[24] Joseph Smith was born December 23, 1805, in Sharon, Vermont. Six years following his birth and one week prior to his sixth birthday, one of the largest earthquakes in recorded history rumbled U.S. soil. This massive earthquake, the seventh largest in U.S. history, shook the New Madrid Region,[25] causing buildings, tall trees, and even cattle to be swallowed up in the earth.[26] On January 23, 1812, just five weeks later, a second earthquake of equal proportion, shook the same region. Two weeks later on February 7, 1812, the New Madrid fault line released yet another massive earthquake, which has been recorded as the ninth largest earthquake in U.S. history.[27] To get an idea of the magnitude of these earthquakes, we may compare the largest of the three to an earthquake of equal proportion which took place in Caracas, Venezuela, just three weeks following the New Madrid quakes. This single earthquake was responsible for the death of over 20,000 people.[28] Fortunately for the Smiths, the New Madrid earthquakes did not reach New Hampshire where they lived.&lt;br /&gt;Three years later in April 1815, one of history’s largest volcanic eruptions exploded from Mount Tambora in Indonesia. The volcanic explosions sent massive amounts of volcanic pollutants into the air, which experts claim altered weather conditions worldwide through 1816. This probably contributed to the record-breaking seasonal low temperatures and frozen crops in New England during the spring and summer of 1815 and continuing through to 1816.[29] Lucy Smith, mother of Joseph Smith Jr., stated that the continual crop failures in 1815 and 1816 “almost caused a famine.”[30] Could these be some of the calamites that Silverman said would accompany the arrival of the Messianic Age and the birth of the MBJ?&lt;br /&gt;Messiah ben Joseph&lt;br /&gt;The coming of MBJ will serve many purposes which will be discussed in further detail below; however, all purposes will encompass one paramount goal, which will be to prepare the way for the coming of the MBD. MBJ, as previously mentioned, was also referred to as Messiah ben Ephraim.[31] Joseph Smith claimed that he descended from the tribe of Joseph through Ephraim.[32]&lt;br /&gt;In the early nineteenth century, Rabbi Hirsch Kalischer wrote a letter in which he expressed his view of the MBJ. At the conclusion of the letter, speaking of MBJ and MBD, he wrote, “God will send His prophet and His anointed king.”[33]&lt;br /&gt;Not only will MBJ be a prophet, but he will also be a “restorer.” According to the Samaritans,[34] although not always consistent with Jewish tradition and understanding, the MBJ will be regarded as a “prophet who will restore.” The word they use, taeb, means “he who restores” or “he who causes to return.”[35]&lt;br /&gt;In analyzing these traditions, we must ask ourselves the question, what would need to be restored that was lost over the centuries? As previously mentioned, the rabbis believed, as did Amos, that “hearing of the word of the Lord” as well as the “word” itself, will be lost. The rabbis believed that not being able to hear the word of God or even “find” it (see Amos 8:11–12), was the result of a lack of faith. Rabbi Nahman of Bratslav (1772–1810) taught that MBJ will be a key figure in restoring faith to the world. This increase of faith in the last days will be a great tool in preparing the world for the coming of MBD. Nahman also taught that MBJ will restore belief in the “supernatural”and that angels and miracles will accompany the Messianic Age.[36]&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan tradition teaches that MBJ will restore “everywhere the true Law to its former validity.” He will also restore the understanding of the doctrine of repentance, which will have the power to “convert all peoples” to the word of God and to God’s Kingdom.[37] This ties in nicely with the statement by Solomon Shelemiel in the late sixteenth century. He said the “sole mission on earth” of the MBJ will be “to bring about the Redemption and fill the whole earth with the Messianic kingdom.”[38] The Kabbalists also teach of a Tiqqun haolam, roughly meaning a Restoration of the World Order, which will occur in the last days.[39] Perhaps we may say that there will be a “restitution of all things” (see Acts 3:20–26) by which the key figure will be MBJ.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith and a Restoration&lt;br /&gt;Monday, December 23, 1805, a boy was born into the world who would later claim, with impressive boldness, that heavenly personages appeared to him and instructed him to prepare to serve as an instrument in God’s hands in bringing about a restoration of faith, repentance, order, and the word of God. Joseph Smith’s parents knew little about the significance of the birthday of their son, but this was the day following winter solstice, the first day of the year in which light is expected to increase. In Hebrew the very name Joseph means to “add” or “increase.” It seems only fitting that a man who claimed to restore light and truth to a spiritually dark world was born on the day that signifies an increase of light and warmth to a physically dark world.[40]&lt;br /&gt;Following several years of intense study of the Talmud and Torah, Rabbi Manasseh ben Israel (1604–57)[41] wrote a book titled The Hope of Israel: About the Origin of the Americans, published in 1650, wherein he stated that the “prince” and “leader” who will be called MBJ would soon come to earth. “The Talmudic writings,” he concluded, “claim that the [MBD] will reveal himself to the [MBJ].”[42] Joseph Smith claimed that in the spring of 1820, he was visited by two personages, one of them being Jesus Christ,[43] who, to Christians, is MBD. He also claimed a second visit by Christ in the Kirtland Temple in 1836 (see D&amp;amp;C 110). Interestingly, both of these appearances occurred during the Jewish month of Nisan.[44] “It was generally supposed,” stated Julius Greenstone, “that the Messiah would make his appearance in the month of Nisan or Tishri.”[45]&lt;br /&gt;Three and one half years[46] following Joseph’s visit from Christ in 1820, another personage appeared and quoted to Joseph many passages of scripture including Isaiah 11. The angel stated that this prophecy was “about to be fulfilled.”[47] Many scholars, especially Jewish, agree that Isaiah 11 refers directly to the Messianic Age and the gathering of Israel.[48] The angel also quoted other passages referring to the last days,[49] including Acts 3, which prophesies that in the last days there will be a “restitution of all things” (see Acts 3:20–26).[50] September 21, 1823, the day this angel appeared, was significant because it was day two of the seven-day Jewish holiday of Sukkoth, also known as the Feast of Tabernacles, or the Feast of Booths.[51] This is a day of remembrance of the Israelites’ wandering in the wilderness for years and the protection they received from God. Jews also remember God’s promise to bring them out of the wilderness.[52]&lt;br /&gt;MBJ will be instrumental in reestablishing the messianic kingdom on earth. He will also perform a great work in spreading the word of God throughout the world.[53] In the teachings from the ancient prophets and rabbis, a trumpet was used to symbolize the preaching of the gospel, the gathering of Israel, and the coming of the Messiah (see Nehemiah 4:20; Revelation 8:13; Isaiah 58:1; Jeremiah 4:5; Joel 2:1).[54] “Sounding the trump of God” (D&amp;amp;C 88:92) was as if to say, “Preach the gospel in all the world and cry with a loud voice.”[55] In Joel we read, “Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain: let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand” (2:1).&lt;br /&gt;On top of many Latter-day Saint temples, stands the statue of the angel Moroni with a trumpet pressed to his lips. It was this same angel who appeared to Joseph Smith during Sukkoth and told him that the prophecies concerning the Messianic Age were “about to be fulfilled” (Joseph Smith—History 1:40). Four years later on September 22, 1827, Moroni again appeared to Joseph Smith and gave him gold plates to translate and to use as a tool to gather Israel from the four corners of the earth. As an interesting side note, according to Rabbi Joshua Ben Levi (mid-third century AD), precious stones will be used during the Messianic Age.[56] It was Joseph Smith who used precious stones to translate the gold plates.[57]&lt;br /&gt;What was the significance of September 22, 1827, other than Joseph Smith receiving gold plates? This day happened to be one of the Jewish High Holy Days, Rosh Hashanah, [58] also known as the Feast of Trumpets.[59] On this Jewish holiday, the trumpet (ram’s horn or “shofar”) is sounded in celebration of the future gathering of Israel, the rebuilding of the temple, and the coming of MBD.&lt;br /&gt;MBJ and the Gathering of Israel&lt;br /&gt;Preaching the gospel is directly related to the gathering of Israel, and the rabbis taught that MBJ will work to gather the lost tribes.[60] “It is God himself,” according to Joseph Klausner, “who will ‘sound the great horn for freedom’ and ‘lift up the ensign to gather our exiles, and gather us quickly from the four corners of the earth’ just before Messiah’s coming.”[61] The Lord, using roughly the same language, revealed to Joseph Smith, “It is a descendant of Jesse, as well as of Joseph, unto whom rightly belongs the priesthood, and the keys of the kingdom, for an ensign, and for the gathering of my people in the last days” (D&amp;amp;C 113:6; emphasis added).&lt;br /&gt;Moses appeared to Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery on April 3, 1836, in the Kirtland Temple and “committed unto us the keys of the gathering of Israel from the four parts of the earth, and the leading of the ten tribes from the land of the north” (D&amp;amp;C 110:11; emphasis added). Rabbi Zaddok Hacohen (1823–1900) taught that Moses is a type and shadow of MBJ. He said MBJ “will be like Moses . . . ; that is to say, he will put everything right.”[62] In 1841, Joseph sent Orson Hyde to Jerusalem for the purpose of dedicating the land for the return of the Jews.[63] This he did, fulfilling the prophecies of the prophets and teachings of the rabbis, that the MBJ would do a great work in gathering the lost tribes and restoring the Jews to the Holy Land. The Jewish Encyclopedia states that MBJ will not gather all the tribes during his lifetime but will be instrumental in gathering “part of the Ten Tribes.” [64] The gathering will continue throughout the Messianic Age.&lt;br /&gt;MBJ and the Return of Elijah&lt;br /&gt;Many Jews today believe that Elijah will one day return, and when he does, “he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers,” thus fulfilling the prophecy of Malachi (Malachi 4:6). Jews also believe that he will return on Pesach (Passover). Therefore, during the Passover meal, each family reserves a place for him to dine with them in case he happens to return.[65] Jews also taught that the return of Elijah would occur during the Messianic Age.[66] According to one modern scholar, when Elijah returns, he will appear on the top of a mountain.[67] This is intriguing for Latter-day Saints as well as Jews who believe that the “tops of the mountains” or “mountain of the Lord’s house” refers to the Lord’s temple. The prophet Hosea talks of sacrificing and burning incense, both temple-related practices, in “the tops of the mountains” (Hosea 4:13).&lt;br /&gt;Elijah appeared to Joseph Smith on April 3, 1836, in the Kirtland Temple. This day, the sixteenth of Nisan, was the second day of the Passover season in the year 1836. Many Latter-day Saints believe, however, that Elijah returned on the fifteenth of Nisan, the first day of the Jewish Passover season and the day the Seder feast was held; unfortunately, this was not the case.[68] Despite this fact, it is still very significant that Elijah returned during the Passover season, and more specifically, on the second day of Passover, a day some Jewish sects open their doors to Elijah and hold another Seder fest for a second consecutive day.[69]&lt;br /&gt;When Elijah appeared in the Kirtland Temple, he bestowed upon Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery sealing powers that would unite families for eternity. Klausner states that Elijah will be “a maker of peace among families.”[70] President Boyd K. Packer related this story about Elder LeGrand Richards and the mayor of Jerusalem:&lt;br /&gt;At the dedication of the Orson Hyde Park in Jerusalem in 1979, Elder LeGrand Richards of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles had a conversation with the mayor of Jerusalem. Elder Richards told the mayor of having visited a synagogue that day and having observed a large armchair suspended from the ceiling above the altar. He had asked the rabbi what the chair was for. (He said he already knew what it was for, but that he asked the question to see if the modern-day rabbi still held to the tradition.) The rabbi informed him that the chair was for Elijah, and that upon Elijah’s return it would be lowered from the ceiling so that he might occupy it. Elder Richards then bore testimony to the mayor that the tradition was not only true but had been fulfilled.[71]&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, Moses and Elijah appeared to Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery on the same day in 1836. We find, in a rabbinical commentary of the second century BC, a passage stating that Moses and Elijah would arrive together at the “end of time,” or in the Messianic Age.[72]&lt;br /&gt;The War of Gog and Magog and the Death of MBJ&lt;br /&gt;The rabbis taught that during the lifetime of MBJ, a war will ensue with Gog and Magog. This war will not be a physical war as much as it will be a spiritual one,[73] and it will be fought between the forces of good and evil. Remarkably, on September 22, 1827, the same night Joseph received the plates (Rosh Hashanah), another fascinating event occurred. A group of people including Heber C. Kimball, who was unknown to Joseph Smith at the time, saw a vision in the sky of two armies engaged in a great battle. Perhaps this vision was given as a sign of the forthcoming war to be fought between the forces of good and evil, a war in which MBJ would participate.[74]&lt;br /&gt;The calamities and evil that would plague mankind during the Messianic Age would be the war tactics of Satan’s empire. Satan’s purpose will be to disrupt the work of the Restoration and ultimately destroy Israel.[75] According to Rabbi Nahman (1772–1810), MBJ will use a sword on the spiritual battleground to fight his enemies. Not only will this sword be used by MBJ but it will also be used by all the righteous. Nahman states, “He who attains this sword must know how to battle with it. He must turn neither to the right nor the left, but must strike his mark without fail.”[76] The sword, which will be the “chief weapon [of the righteous army,] will be that of prayer.”[77] It was the prayer of Joseph Smith that brought about the Restoration, it was the prayer of Joseph Smith that healed the sick and even raised the dead,[78] and it was a prayer that fell from Joseph’s lips at Carthage as bullets pierced his body. In these last moments of his life, Joseph cried out, “Oh, Lord, what shall I do?”[79]&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, the rabbis expected the war to begin shortly following the return of Elijah.[80] MBJ will lead his troops into battle against the evil forces led by King Armilus from the north.[81] “Armilus” means the son of Satan or the “anti-Messiah.”[82] Unfortunately, MBJ will die by the hand of Armilus shortly after being captured by him and taken as a prisoner.[83] Joseph Smith was taken to Carthage Jail on June 24, 1844, and three days later, he was killed.&lt;br /&gt;The death of MBJ will cause great mourning and lamenting to his followers; however, it will “allow the final work of redemption” to proceed.[84] According to one scholar, the appearance and the work of the MBJ in the last days will “arouse both terror and fury in the lands of Christendom.”[85] Anyone who is familiar with Joseph Smith’s story can attest to that statement. In fact, it’s an incredible understatement. This may have played a factor in the war of Gog and Magog as well as in the death of MBJ.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith was killed on June 27, 1844. This day was the tenth of Tammuz on the Jewish calendar. The “three weeks of Tammuz” followed the week Joseph Smith was murdered. This is a time when Jews mourn the destruction of the Temple, both in 586 BC and AD 70. It seems appropriate that Joseph would be killed prior to a time of great mourning and lamenting in all of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Following the death of MBJ, Armilus will drive the remnants of Israel into the wilderness.[86] Enoch, in vision, saw this take place. He saw them riding in chariots traveling from the east.[87] Klausner translates chariots as “wagons.”[88] After the death of Joseph Smith in 1844, the Saints were indeed driven from their homes into the wilderness. With everything they owned stuffed in wagons, the Saints traveled from the East and eventually gathered in the Rocky Mountains, just as the blessing of Joseph of Egypt prophesied.[89]&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;We must keep in mind that the rabbis were not prophets, at least not in the traditional sense. Therefore, these legends and traditions must be considered as just that—traditions. However, the fact that scholars and rabbis have been teaching and believing in a Messiah ben Joseph, one who will be born into the world to restore God’s kingdom and prepare the way for the Messiah, is remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith appeared to have fulfilled many of the Jewish expectations of MBJ. He claimed to be a prophet and a restorer, and he was visited by Elijah and Moses during his lifetime. He saw the Messiah in vision, his work raised “fury in the land of Christendom,” and he was killed in direct association with his divinely appointed mission.&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;[1] See W. Cleon Skousen, The Third Thousand Years (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1964), 156–62; Truman G. Madsen, Joseph Smith the Prophet (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1989), 106; David G. Calderwood, Voices From The Dust: New Insights into Ancient America (Austin, TX: Historical Publications, 2005), 463–66; Joseph Fielding McConkie, His Name Shall Be Joseph (Salt Lake City: Hawkes, 1980), 153–84; Matthew B. Brown, All Things Restored: Confirming the Authenticity of LDS Beliefs (American Fork, UT: Covenant Communications, 2000), 34–37.&lt;br /&gt;[2] The teachings uttered and recorded by the rabbis concerning the MBJ must be analyzed with proper perspective. Their writings are not prophecies in the traditional sense but rather legends and traditions passed down through the ages. These men were not divinely called as prophets of God who received revelation, although some of their statements have been proven to be prophetic; therefore, prophecies that were once free of error may have evolved into fancified and perhaps corrupted traditions. This is clearly evident by the variations of traditions relating to MBJ and the latter days. However, these traditions show fascinating similarities and parallels to our day and could possibly be of great value to Latter-day Saints and should be carefully considered.&lt;br /&gt;[3] The Talmud is an ancient record containing rabbinic discussions and writings regarding Jewish custom, law, and history. The Talmud is made up of two components. One component is called the Mishnah (AD 200), which contains the oral law; the other is referred to as the Gemara (AD 500), which contains discussions mainly pertaining to the Mishnah and the Tanakh (Old Testament). Two sets of the Tamlud exist today: the Babylonian Talmud, produced in Babylon, and the Palestinian Tamlud, produced in Jerusalem (AD 200–400). Today the Babylonian Talmud is recognized as the primary source of authority and rabbinic discussion. These texts are still widely used today especially among Jewish scholars.&lt;br /&gt;[4] Thomas Walker, Jewish Views of Jesus: An Introduction and An Appreciation (New York: Macmillan, 1931), 14.&lt;br /&gt;[5] See Julius H. Greenstone, The Messiah Idea in Jewish History (Philadelphia: The Jewish Publication Society of America, 1906), 9.&lt;br /&gt;[6] Joseph Klausner, The Messianic Idea in Israel: From Its Beginning to the Completion of the Mishnah (New York: Macmillan, 1955), 497. Dr. Joseph Klausner, professor emeritus of Hebrew literature and Jewish history at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, was a noted scholar of the Messiah ben Joseph. See also Harris Lenowitz, The Jewish Messiahs: From the Galilee to Crown Heights (New York: Oxford University Press, 1998), 30–34. According to Rabbi Zaddok, Proverbs 15:4 tells about MBJ’s resurrection: “The tree of life [MBD] heals the tongue [MBJ].” MBJ is referred to as the tongue because he is the one who proclaims the gospel. According to Greenstone, after the MBJ is resurrected he will be “made viceroy to Messiah son of David” (Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 211). A viceroy is a person who rules over a portion of God’s people.&lt;br /&gt;[7] Klausner, Messianic Idea, 483.&lt;br /&gt;[8] Talmud Sukka 52a, as cited in Samson H. Levy, The Messiah: An Aramaic Interpretation, The Messianic Exegesis of the Targum (Cincinnati: Hebrew Union College–Jewish Institute of Religion, 1974), 108.&lt;br /&gt;[9] See Klausner, Messianic Idea, 11; see also Dan Cohn-Sherbok, The Jewish Messiah (Edinburgh, Scotland: T&amp;amp;T Clark, 1997), 43; Madsen, Joseph Smith, 106.&lt;br /&gt;[10] See Pseudo-Jonathan Targum Malachi 5:1, as cited in Levy, The Messiah, 93; Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 29.&lt;br /&gt;[11] Pesahim 54a and Nedarim 39b, as cited in Klausner, Messianic Idea, 520. Joseph Smith taught, “Every man who has a calling to minister to the inhabitants of the world was ordained to that very purpose in the Grand Council of heaven before this world was. I suppose I was ordained to this very office in that Grand Council” (Joseph Smith, Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, comp. Joseph Fielding Smith [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1965], 365).&lt;br /&gt;[12] See Targum of Cant. 4.5 and 7.4; see also Joseph Heinemann, “The Messiah of Ephraim and the Premature Exodus of the Tribe of Ephraim,” in Messianism in the Talmudic Era, ed. Leo Landman (New York: KTAV Publishing, 1979), 345: Heinemann stated that the Targum speaks of “two redeemers who will redeem you in the future, the Messiah ben David and the Messiah ben Ephraim.”&lt;br /&gt;[13] Isaac Landman, ed.,The Universal Jewish Encyclopedia (New York: The Universal Jewish Encyclopedia, 1942), 7:499.&lt;br /&gt;[14] See Arthur Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” in Essential Papers on Messianic Movements and Personalities in Jewish History, ed. Marc Saperstein (New York and London: New York University Press, 1992), 402.&lt;br /&gt;[15] Lawrence M. Silverman, “Messiah Son of Joseph in the Apocalyptic Midrashim,” in “Open Thou Mine Eyes . . . “ Essays on Aggadah and Judaica, ed. Herman J. Blumberg (Hoboken, NJ: KTAV Publishing, 1992), 273.&lt;br /&gt;[16] Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 107.&lt;br /&gt;[17] Babylonian Talmud, Sanhedrin 97a, as cited in Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 45.&lt;br /&gt;[18] Silverman, “Messiah Son of Joseph,” 273.&lt;br /&gt;[19] Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 94. “The young,” said Rabbi Nehorai, “will insult their elders, and the elders will wait upon the young” (Babylonian Talmud, Sanhedrin 97a, as cited in Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 45).&lt;br /&gt;[20] Sanhedrin 97a, as cited in Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 45–46.&lt;br /&gt;[21] Shabbat 138b, as cited in Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 46.&lt;br /&gt;[22] Baraithas (Talmud), as cited in Klausner, Messianic Idea, 342.&lt;br /&gt;[23] See Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 95.&lt;br /&gt;[24] See Silverman, Essays on Aggadah, 277.&lt;br /&gt;[25] Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, Mississippi, Arkansas, Indiana, Alabama, Georgia, Illinois, Ohio, and other states were all in the earthquake zone. Experts claim that the New Madrid fault line, which is located between St. Louis and Memphis, could produce another big earthquake in the future. If the size is similar to the 1811 earthquake, the damage is estimated to reach upward of fifty billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;[26] See Jay Feldman, When the Mississippi Ran Backwards: Empire, Intrigue, Murder, and the New Madrid Earthquakes (New York: Free Press, 2005), 140–41, 170. James Fletcher, resident of Caruthersville, Missouri, saw “a granary and a smokehouse [sink] into a fissure and disappeared, after which the gap in the ground closed up, permanently burying the buildings” (140).&lt;br /&gt;[27] See U.S. Geological Survey; http://earthquake.usgs.gov/regional/states/historical.php (accessed November 8, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;[28] See Feldman, When the Mississippi Ran Backwards, 178.&lt;br /&gt;[29] Ray L. Huntington and David M. Whitchurch, “‘Eighteen Hundred and Froze to Death’: Mount Tambora, New England Weather, and the Joseph Smith Family in 1816,” in Regional Studies in Latter-day Saint History: The New England States, ed. Donald Q. Cannon, Arnold K. Garr, and Bruce A. Van Orden (Provo, UT: Religious Studies Center, Brigham Young University, 2002), 91.&lt;br /&gt;[30] Lucy Mack Smith, History of Joseph Smith by His Mother, Lucy Mack Smith (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1954), 59. I must also mention the struggles the Smiths found themselves in when a plague in 1811 swept through New Hampshire. Every child in the Smith home fell sick with typhus fever including Joseph. The disease steadily got worse until an operation was required to save Joseph’s leg. Joseph received proper medical assistance and was bed-ridden for months and walked with a slight limp the rest of his life (see Madsen, Joseph Smith, 20; Joseph Smith, The Personal Writings of Joseph Smith, comp. and ed. Dean C. Jessee [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1984], 665).&lt;br /&gt;[31] See Targum of Cant. 4.5, as cited in Charles C. Torrey, “The Messiah Son of Ephraim,” Journal of Biblical Literature (September 1947): 254; see also Klausner, Messianic Idea, 484, 487.&lt;br /&gt;[32] See Daniel H. Ludlow, ed., Encyclopedia of Mormonism (New York: Macmillan, 1992), 461–62. Joseph was told by the Lord, “Abraham received promises concerning his seed, and of the fruit of his loins—from whose loins ye are, namely, my servant Joseph” (D&amp;amp;C 132:30; emphasis added). At another time he was told, “And also with Joseph and Jacob, and Isaac, and Abraham, your fathers, by whom the promises remain” (D&amp;amp;C 27:10; emphasis added).&lt;br /&gt;[33] Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 267.&lt;br /&gt;[34] The Samaritans clung to their religious traditions and claimed that their form of worship was the true form of ancient Israel. Today there is a community of Samaritans, approximately a thousand, living on Mount Gerizim, which is located in the West Bank.&lt;br /&gt;[35] Klausner, Messianic Idea, 484.&lt;br /&gt;[36] See Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 397.&lt;br /&gt;[37] Klausner, Messianic Idea, 484.&lt;br /&gt;[38] Abba Hillel Silver, A History of Messianic Speculation in Israel (Boston: Beacon Press, 1927), 137–38.&lt;br /&gt;[39] See Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 391. Green states, “As preached by the Kabbalists, tiqqun was a process of restoring wholeness to a world still suffering the effects of the primal cataclysm; this restoration would culminate in the advent of messiah.”&lt;br /&gt;[40] December 23, 1805, also fell on the eighth day of Hanukkah. The Jews celebrate this holiday in remembrance of at least three events, all of which contain symbolic significance in the life of Joseph Smith: (1) They celebrate the victory over their enemies during the Maccabean revolt in the second century AD. Joseph’s life and death were compact with events which display his and the Church’s victory over their enemies. (2) They remember the “Miracle of Oil,” which was a time when one day’s worth of oil burned for eight days while new oil was prepared, symbolizing light and Spirit, which would shine forth forever. Joseph was given priesthood keys by which he was commanded to bestow the Holy Ghost, or Spirit, upon people after baptism. Oil is a symbol for the Spirit, which is synonymous with light. This authority had been lost for centuries. (3) This day marked the rededication of the destroyed Temple. After Joseph reestablished the Church, he was commanded to build and dedicate temples, which practice had also been lost for over 1,700 years.&lt;br /&gt;[41] Manasseh ben Israel lived in Portugal most of his life. He became well known for his scholarship on the Talmud and the Torah. He knew six languages and had written a Hebrew grammar book by the time he was seventeen years old. He became the Chief Rabbi of a small congregation by the time he turned eighteen and was a well-respected scholar.&lt;br /&gt;[42] Manasseh ben Israel, Sobre el Origen de los Americanos, as cited in Calderwood, Voices from the Dust, 463–66.&lt;br /&gt;[43] See Smith, Personal Writings, 199–205.&lt;br /&gt;[44] Christ appeared to Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery on Easter Sunday, April 3, 1836, which was the sixteenth of Nisan of the Jewish calendar (see John Pratt, “The Restoration of Priesthood Keys on Easter 1836, Part 2: Symbolism of Passover and of Elijah’s Return,” Ensign, July 1985, 55–64; Stephen Ricks, “The Appearance of Elijah and Moses in the Kirtland Temple and the Jewish Passover,” BYU Studies 23, no. 4 [Fall 1983]: 485). Two scholars have recently presented, in separate studies, strong evidence that the date of the First Vision was Sunday, March 26, 1820, which was the tenth of Nisan in the Jewish calendar. Dr. John Pratt presents the evidence based on the Enoch Calendar, and Dr. John C. Lefgren presents the evidence using 1820 New England weather reports and maple-sugar production cycles (see John P. Pratt, “Enoch Calendar: Another Witness of the Restoration,” Meridian Magazine, August 2002; John C. Lefgren, “Oh, How Lovely Was the Morning: Sun 26 March 1826,” Meridian Magazine, October 2002).&lt;br /&gt;[45] Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 106.&lt;br /&gt;[46] Three and one half years or 1,260 days (“time and times and the dividing of time” [Daniel 7:25; see also Revelation 12:6]) in antiquity symbolized a limited period of time. Half of 7 is 3.5. The number seven symbolizes completeness, wholeness, or even perfection. Thus, 3.5 is not complete but “arrested midway in its normal course.” John the Revelator, speaking of the Church, said she would flee into the wilderness, meaning some sort of apostasy, and return in 1,260 days, or 3.5 years. This symbolizes the Church being taken away for a limited time and Satan, in his attempt to destroy the Church, would be “arrested midway in its normal course.” Thus, the appearance of the angel to Joseph on September 21 or 22, 1823, three and one-half years after his first instruction from heaven, would symbolize that the Church came out of the “wilderness” and that Satan’s purpose was “arrested midway in its normal course” (Alonzo L. Gaskill, The Lost Language of Symbolism [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 2003], 117–19).&lt;br /&gt;[47] Joseph Smith, Personal Writings, 204.&lt;br /&gt;[48] Silver, Messianic Speculation, 191. Rabbi Manasseh ben Israel, using Isaiah 11, stated that the “Indians,” or Native Americans, were lost Israelites and in due time, they will be gathered with the rest of the “lost ten tribes” by the “leadership of Messiah ben Joseph”; see also Klausner, Messianic Idea, 294.&lt;br /&gt;[49] See Smith, Personal Writings, 203–4; see also Journal of Discourses (London: Latter-day Saints’ Book Depot, 1854–86), 24:241; Milton V. Backman Jr., Eyewitness Accounts of the Restoration (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1986), 43.&lt;br /&gt;[50] KJV renders, “restitution of all things.” Amplified Bible renders, “complete restoration of all.” NASB renders, “period of restoration of all things.” NAB renders, “times of universal restoration.” NIV renders, “until the time for God to restore everything.”&lt;br /&gt;[51] David Noel Freedman, ed., The Anchor Bible Dictionary (New York: Doubleday, 1992), 1:816–19.&lt;br /&gt;[52] See Hayyim Schauss, The Jewish Festivals (New York: Schocken, 1938), 170–207.&lt;br /&gt;[53] See Silver, Messianic Speculation, 137–38. In a testimony meeting in the early days of the Church many brethren stood up and testified of the truthfulness of the Church and of missionary work. When they were finished, the Prophet Joseph Smith stood and said, “Brethren, I have been very much edified and instructed in your testimonies here tonight, but I want to say to you before the Lord, that you know no more concerning the destinies of this church and kingdom than a babe upon its mother’s lap. You don’t comprehend it. . . . It is only a handful of priesthood you see here tonight, but this church will fill North and South America it will fill the world” (Wilford Woodruff, The Discourses of Wilford Woodruff, ed. G. Homer Durham [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1969], 38–39).&lt;br /&gt;[54] See Klausner, Messianic Idea, 352.&lt;br /&gt;[55] D&amp;amp;C 75:4 states, “Lifting up your voices as with the sound of a trump, proclaiming the truth according to the revelations and commandments which I have given you.” We find 155 trumpet references in the Bible, Book of Mormon, and Doctrine and Covenants combined. All of the references refer to preaching the gospel, the gathering of Israel, going to battle, and the coming of the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;[56] Louis Ginzberg, The Legends of the Jews (Philadelphia: Jewish Publication Society of America, 1947), 4:221.&lt;br /&gt;[57] See Smith, Personal Writings, 215; Jack Welch, ed., Opening the Heavens (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 2005), 130–31; B. H. Roberts, A Comprehensive History of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Salt Lake City: Deseret News, 1948–57), 1:129.&lt;br /&gt;[58] See Lenet H. Read, “Joseph Smith’s Receipt of the Plates and the Israelite Feast of Trumpets,” Journal of Book of Mormon Studies 2, no. 2 (Fall 1993): 110; see also John P. Pratt, Divine Calendars: Astronomical Witnesses of Sacred Events (Orem, UT: AstoCal, 2002), 71–72.&lt;br /&gt;[59] Freedman, ed., The Anchor Bible Dictionary 1:816–19.&lt;br /&gt;[60] See Greenstone, Messiah Idea, 124.&lt;br /&gt;[61] Klausner, The Ingathering of the Exiles, 470, as cited in Skousen, Third Thousand Years, 159–60.&lt;br /&gt;[62] Roland Goetschel, “The Messiah Son of Joseph according to Rabbi Zaddok Hacohen,” Polin: Studies in Polish Jewry, Volume 15, Jewish Religious Life, 1500–1900, ed. Antony Polonsky (London: Littman Library of Jewish Civilization, 2002), 217. For Joseph of Egypt’s prophecy, see 2 Nephi 3:7–15.&lt;br /&gt;[63] See Joseph Smith, History of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1950), 4:439.&lt;br /&gt;[64] Isidore Singer, ed., The Jewish Encyclopedia (New York: Funk and Wagnalls, 1904), 8:512.&lt;br /&gt;[65] Lenowitz, Jewish Messiahs, 62.&lt;br /&gt;[66] See Talmud Pesahim 13a and Eduyyoth 8:7, as cited in Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 46–47; Klausner, Messianic Idea, 498.&lt;br /&gt;[67] See Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 47.&lt;br /&gt;[68] Stephen Ricks, “The Appearance of Elijah and Moses in the Kirtland Temple and the Jewish Passover,” BYU Studies 23, no. 4 (Fall 1983): 485.&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ricks, “The Appearance of Elijah and Moses,” 485.&lt;br /&gt;[70] Klausner, Messianic Idea, 257–58.&lt;br /&gt;[71] Boyd K. Packer, The Holy Temple (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1986), 114.&lt;br /&gt;[72] Deut. Rabba 3:10, as cited in Ricks, “The Appearance of Elijah and Moses,” 485.&lt;br /&gt;[73] See Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 408.&lt;br /&gt;[74] See Orson F. Whitney, Life of Heber C. Kimball, 2nd ed. rev. (Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1945), 15–17.&lt;br /&gt;[75] Simeon ben Yohai said that the “war with Gog and Magog [will be] one of the most terrible evils to befall humankind” (Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 49; see also Klausner, Messianic Idea, 520).&lt;br /&gt;[76] Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 396. In Isaiah 14 we read that Satan will be “cut down to the ground” and “thrust through with a sword” (14:12, 19).&lt;br /&gt;[77] Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 395; see also page 399.&lt;br /&gt;[78] See Levi Curtis, “Recollections of the Prophet Joseph Smith,” Juvenile Instructor 27, no. 12 (June 15, 1892): 385–86; see also Mark L. McConkie, Remembering Joseph: Personal Recollections of Those Who Knew the Prophet Joseph Smith (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 2003), 128–30.&lt;br /&gt;[79] Madsen, Joseph Smith, 123. Madsen also cited Joseph’s statement just after hearing of the trials of the suffering Saints in Missouri: “Oh God, what shall I do in such a trial as this?” (Madsen, Joseph Smith, 182; see also Smith, History of the Church, 6:618).&lt;br /&gt;[80] See Cohn-Sherbok, Jewish Messiah, 43.&lt;br /&gt;[81] It was said that Armilus was the king of Rome. Rome is north of Israel, and therefore this is symbolic of the enemies from the north (see Silverman, Essays on Aggadah, 279).&lt;br /&gt;[82] Encyclopedia Judaica, CDROM (Shaker Heights, OH: Judaica Multimedia, 1997), 3:476. In the Targum Pseudo-Jonathan Isaiah 11:14, the name of Armilus is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;[83] See Silverman, Essays on Aggadah, 280.&lt;br /&gt;[84] Green, “Nahman of Bratslav,” 424. The Babylonian Talmud uses a scriptural passage in Zechariah to refer to the death of MBJ (Sukkah 52a): “And they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son” (Zechariah 12:10).&lt;br /&gt;[85] Isaiah Tishby, “Acute Apocalyptic Messianism,” in Essential Papers, 273.&lt;br /&gt;[86] See Silver, Messianic Speculation, 44.&lt;br /&gt;[87] See “The Book of Enoch,” in The Old Testament Pseudepigrapha, ed. James H. Charlesworth (New York: Doubleday, 1983), 1:39.&lt;br /&gt;[88] Klausner, Messianic Idea, 297.&lt;br /&gt;[89] “Joseph is a fruitful bough, . . . whose branches run over the wall: the archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him. . . . The blessings of thy father have prevailed above the blessings of my progenitors unto the utmost bound of the everlasting hills” (Genesis 49:22–26; emphasis added). Jacob, in blessing his son Joseph, prophesies that his posterity will travel to another land (“over the wall,” or ocean). One of his descendants will be shot, and then his descendants will gather in the “utmost bound of the everlasting hills,” the Rocky Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never to See”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/23/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generations to be found&lt;br /&gt;thinking without facts&lt;br /&gt;caring not for reality&lt;br /&gt;unless it means to play&lt;br /&gt;yet all around the proofs&lt;br /&gt;simple and quite clear&lt;br /&gt;unable to be hidden&lt;br /&gt;they come unbidden&lt;br /&gt;from the words of a seer&lt;br /&gt;which the public spoofs&lt;br /&gt;never to see on display&lt;br /&gt;teachings of clarity&lt;br /&gt;Revelations and Acts&lt;br /&gt;and the Talmud bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1709449481872933777?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1709449481872933777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1709449481872933777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1709449481872933777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1709449481872933777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-to-see-who-is-ben-joseph.html' title='“Never to See” (Who is Messiah Ben Joseph?)'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxnsePxBzXg/TxxwU9tcxyI/AAAAAAAADpE/b3JOj2311f0/s72-c/0aa20120121%2B%252846%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6999661756116641196</id><published>2012-01-21T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:40:46.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Holding Fast”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3TctF3trXo/TxtMSb2BvMI/AAAAAAAADo4/cbyW50lytnw/s1600/0aa20120121%2B%252844%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 375px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700233632963214530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3TctF3trXo/TxtMSb2BvMI/AAAAAAAADo4/cbyW50lytnw/s400/0aa20120121%2B%252844%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Holding Fast”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/22/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanings to understand&lt;br /&gt;who we are and why here&lt;br /&gt;obedient to His Command&lt;br /&gt;our missions ever so clear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced in love eternal&lt;br /&gt;each Sabbath Day to find&lt;br /&gt;of His laws truly natural&lt;br /&gt;our relationship to remind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding fast the rod of truth&lt;br /&gt;seeking always higher goals&lt;br /&gt;whether older or a youth&lt;br /&gt;holding fast to our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6999661756116641196?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6999661756116641196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6999661756116641196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6999661756116641196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6999661756116641196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/holding-fast-cji-12212-meanings-to.html' title='“Holding Fast”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3TctF3trXo/TxtMSb2BvMI/AAAAAAAADo4/cbyW50lytnw/s72-c/0aa20120121%2B%252844%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5927626962931467585</id><published>2012-01-20T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:59:55.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Enemy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prZITkOxZvA/TxocC0REn3I/AAAAAAAADos/tU42PMvXT-4/s1600/0aa20120121%2B%252838%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699899113106349938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prZITkOxZvA/TxocC0REn3I/AAAAAAAADos/tU42PMvXT-4/s400/0aa20120121%2B%252838%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi – sometimes we forget who the enemy is – and thus we’re unable to deal effectively with him/her or groups.  As when we’re convinced another is ‘judging’ us or our friends – our habits or dress – those we choose to call our peers.  Sometimes we forget in feeling so hopeless in communicating with another that we give up in frustration and thus many important truths never get taught.  The enemy can be almost anyone according to John (in the New Testament) who leads us away from the pure truths of the Gospel of the Father and the Son whom the Father sent.  Thus – it can be ourselves (I); we – us and our friends; and they – any others who seek to lead us astray from what we know to be true and are validated in the Scriptures literally. Mostly we’ll seek to consider those who love us the most as our enemies – especially the Father and the Son – parents, spouses, etc.  hugs and love c/ork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Enemy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/21/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many seek passing blame&lt;br /&gt;justification and suspicions&lt;br /&gt;disobedience and disruptions&lt;br /&gt;unaccountability and evil&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible and selfish&lt;br /&gt;unlearned and unheeding&lt;br /&gt;oh dashed are the mortal&lt;br /&gt;finding an enemy about&lt;br /&gt;yet knowing not of who.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Enemy I”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying forth a mirror&lt;br /&gt;glancing about to see&lt;br /&gt;yet always seeing a me&lt;br /&gt;for the enemy is but I&lt;br /&gt;withholding one’s all&lt;br /&gt;standing yet in awe&lt;br /&gt;so much I oft deny&lt;br /&gt;unable sight to flee&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be free&lt;br /&gt;from all sin to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Enemy We”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting out together&lt;br /&gt;straight and narrow&lt;br /&gt;yet turns in the road&lt;br /&gt;lost thus we become&lt;br /&gt;first fighting in fear&lt;br /&gt;then inviting the wrong&lt;br /&gt;trying to become peers&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the choice&lt;br /&gt;we once made to keep&lt;br /&gt;now again to play&lt;br /&gt;thus we need more&lt;br /&gt;in our lies to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Enemy They”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding all about&lt;br /&gt;stinging in their talk&lt;br /&gt;slander in their meanings&lt;br /&gt;abuse in their actions&lt;br /&gt;striving to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;yet we’re to fight back&lt;br /&gt;against the enemy they&lt;br /&gt;wherever they’re found&lt;br /&gt;knowing to thus endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Enemy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever&lt;br /&gt;the enemy is sin&lt;br /&gt;whether I, We, They&lt;br /&gt;how we respond shows&lt;br /&gt;the where we’re found&lt;br /&gt;often in chains bound&lt;br /&gt;Father really knows&lt;br /&gt;when we sincerely pray&lt;br /&gt;eternally we’ve to win&lt;br /&gt;enduring we endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus it’s to endure&lt;br /&gt;shutting out the sin&lt;br /&gt;being obedient only&lt;br /&gt;to the Father and Son&lt;br /&gt;knowing they love us&lt;br /&gt;are there always for us&lt;br /&gt;their will to be done&lt;br /&gt;then never to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;finding the veil thin&lt;br /&gt;happy, true and pure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5927626962931467585?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5927626962931467585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5927626962931467585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5927626962931467585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5927626962931467585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/enemy.html' title='&quot;The Enemy&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prZITkOxZvA/TxocC0REn3I/AAAAAAAADos/tU42PMvXT-4/s72-c/0aa20120121%2B%252838%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-808547805388641914</id><published>2012-01-19T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:10:29.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Self-Inflicted”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynvo3JhU4JU/Txiw8JEPPqI/AAAAAAAADog/xml1PUwHZjs/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699499875709697698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynvo3JhU4JU/Txiw8JEPPqI/AAAAAAAADog/xml1PUwHZjs/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 John 1:3 That which we have aseen and heard declare we unto you, that ye also may have fellowship with us: and truly our bfellowship is with the cFather, and with his Son Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Self-Inflicted”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/20/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many see ever so much&lt;br /&gt;hearing and feeling of all&lt;br /&gt;sensing the greatness about&lt;br /&gt;oh so many gleefully shout&lt;br /&gt;within this worldly call&lt;br /&gt;where with their scared touch;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For having found of this life&lt;br /&gt;knowing all without a care&lt;br /&gt;being without God or love&lt;br /&gt;finding nothing ever above&lt;br /&gt;only the worldly thus to share&lt;br /&gt;having cut out all with a knife;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-inflicted blindness now&lt;br /&gt;self-inflicted calloused feeling&lt;br /&gt;living without hearing too&lt;br /&gt;found in nothing forever true&lt;br /&gt;their own fates so sealing&lt;br /&gt;only to men/women to bow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-808547805388641914?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/808547805388641914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=808547805388641914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/808547805388641914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/808547805388641914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/self-inflicted.html' title='“Self-Inflicted”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynvo3JhU4JU/Txiw8JEPPqI/AAAAAAAADog/xml1PUwHZjs/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7981845913442763676</id><published>2012-01-18T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:56:30.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tears Streaming"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mo4kMVfU3o/TxdqOFxc0WI/AAAAAAAADoU/SkpzLOjTQYQ/s1600/0aaflower%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699140643760951650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mo4kMVfU3o/TxdqOFxc0WI/AAAAAAAADoU/SkpzLOjTQYQ/s400/0aaflower%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tears Streaming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/19/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging her head&lt;br /&gt;tears streaming&lt;br /&gt;feeling compounded&lt;br /&gt;internally dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As raindrops falling&lt;br /&gt;storms raging force&lt;br /&gt;torrential awakening&lt;br /&gt;down cheeks to course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7981845913442763676?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7981845913442763676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7981845913442763676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7981845913442763676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7981845913442763676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/tears-streaming.html' title='&quot;Tears Streaming&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mo4kMVfU3o/TxdqOFxc0WI/AAAAAAAADoU/SkpzLOjTQYQ/s72-c/0aaflower%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6748285376091802767</id><published>2012-01-18T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:55:30.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seeking Comfort"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6HvMclRezo/Txdp6598z8I/AAAAAAAADoI/cX-_IKVfSyY/s1600/0aaflower%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699140314174640066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6HvMclRezo/Txdp6598z8I/AAAAAAAADoI/cX-_IKVfSyY/s400/0aaflower%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Seeking Comfort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/19/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses found so blue&lt;br /&gt;carrying new weight&lt;br /&gt;raindrops and dew&lt;br /&gt;storms not to abate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking comfort within&lt;br /&gt;sheltered and warm&lt;br /&gt;amid the thunders din&lt;br /&gt;sheltered and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6748285376091802767?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6748285376091802767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6748285376091802767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6748285376091802767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6748285376091802767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/seeking-comfort.html' title='&quot;Seeking Comfort&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6HvMclRezo/Txdp6598z8I/AAAAAAAADoI/cX-_IKVfSyY/s72-c/0aaflower%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3906067778381460843</id><published>2012-01-18T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:54:01.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“By Their Fruits 6”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxh8vzECCw4/Txdo_YgmxzI/AAAAAAAADn8/pFzmSLYwTL8/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699139291580909362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxh8vzECCw4/Txdo_YgmxzI/AAAAAAAADn8/pFzmSLYwTL8/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By Their Fruits 6”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/19/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fruits should we find&lt;br /&gt;Those of history to remind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue and knowledge true&lt;br /&gt;Temperance and patience too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godliness and brother kindness&lt;br /&gt;Charity and chastity to bless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One to be either fully fruitful&lt;br /&gt;Wherein all can see each full;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While when one these lack&lt;br /&gt;They’ve all turned their back;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can see fruits if to look&lt;br /&gt;And the frauds not mistook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3906067778381460843?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3906067778381460843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3906067778381460843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3906067778381460843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3906067778381460843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruits-6.html' title='“By Their Fruits 6”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxh8vzECCw4/Txdo_YgmxzI/AAAAAAAADn8/pFzmSLYwTL8/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5896724104165545060</id><published>2012-01-17T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:20:17.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Of Foolish Men"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rP1wW1VVcUM/TxYCLLfmJ1I/AAAAAAAADnw/ftltJbMc7zk/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698744769571071826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rP1wW1VVcUM/TxYCLLfmJ1I/AAAAAAAADnw/ftltJbMc7zk/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“1Peter2:15 For so is the will of God, that with well doing ye may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men:”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“of Foolish Men”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/18/17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied on the flesh of others&lt;br /&gt;sedated by their power/wealth&lt;br /&gt;foolishness in their wisdom&lt;br /&gt;while yet there is a way&lt;br /&gt;opened to all this day&lt;br /&gt;finding Father’s Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;thus in Spiritual wealth&lt;br /&gt;found Sisters/Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5896724104165545060?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5896724104165545060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5896724104165545060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5896724104165545060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5896724104165545060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-foolish-men.html' title='&quot;Of Foolish Men&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rP1wW1VVcUM/TxYCLLfmJ1I/AAAAAAAADnw/ftltJbMc7zk/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6113509556794569580</id><published>2012-01-17T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:22:30.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Swaddling Hug”</title><content type='html'>“A Swaddling Hug”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/17/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraces many known&lt;br /&gt;yet most remembered&lt;br /&gt;when either young/old&lt;br /&gt;at least I’ve been told&lt;br /&gt;January or December&lt;br /&gt;where love is shown;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swaddling hug to last&lt;br /&gt;warmth and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;firm and so remembered&lt;br /&gt;unselfish – unencumbered&lt;br /&gt;a fore.er blessedness&lt;br /&gt;found eternally cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6113509556794569580?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6113509556794569580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6113509556794569580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6113509556794569580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6113509556794569580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/swaddling-hug.html' title='“A Swaddling Hug”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3231057445191031982</id><published>2012-01-16T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:25:10.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Their Fruits 3”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1BvYJDSNVo/TxTN7kjZMII/AAAAAAAADnk/hD0LPLyO1DM/s1600/0aa103_5361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698405851838623874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1BvYJDSNVo/TxTN7kjZMII/AAAAAAAADnk/hD0LPLyO1DM/s400/0aa103_5361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Their Fruits 3”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cji&lt;br /&gt;1/17/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one seeks only good&lt;br /&gt;then using prayer and faith&lt;br /&gt;doing works meting fruits&lt;br /&gt;surely they’ll be within all&lt;br /&gt;gardening with the Saints&lt;br /&gt;flowered in obedience full&lt;br /&gt;for found then is peace&lt;br /&gt;from the Father and Son&lt;br /&gt;with them eternally one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2012 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“James 3:17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3231057445191031982?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3231057445191031982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3231057445191031982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3231057445191031982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3231057445191031982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruits-3.html' title='By Their Fruits 3”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1BvYJDSNVo/TxTN7kjZMII/AAAAAAAADnk/hD0LPLyO1DM/s72-c/0aa103_5361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7515202614395336485</id><published>2012-01-16T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:24:20.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“By Their Fruits 4”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7BTsnCLDq8/TxTNv6zwF6I/AAAAAAAADnY/yIs_RvTNFbE/s1600/0aa103B5610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698405651654383522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7BTsnCLDq8/TxTNv6zwF6I/AAAAAAAADnY/yIs_RvTNFbE/s400/0aa103B5610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By Their Fruits 4”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/17/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard in the labor&lt;br /&gt;tilling, plowing, weeding&lt;br /&gt;sowing, nurturing, guarding&lt;br /&gt;husbandmen/women each&lt;br /&gt;their offspring thus to teach&lt;br /&gt;learning of the patience&lt;br /&gt;preparing for the gathering&lt;br /&gt;families as one with Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 5:7 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7515202614395336485?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7515202614395336485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7515202614395336485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7515202614395336485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7515202614395336485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruits-4.html' title='“By Their Fruits 4”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7BTsnCLDq8/TxTNv6zwF6I/AAAAAAAADnY/yIs_RvTNFbE/s72-c/0aa103B5610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4989968660080454841</id><published>2012-01-16T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:23:24.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“By Their Fruits 5”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORU1hKi07Og/TxTNZNrAkRI/AAAAAAAADnM/w53bN9bfnNE/s1600/0aa103_5355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698405261580996882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORU1hKi07Og/TxTNZNrAkRI/AAAAAAAADnM/w53bN9bfnNE/s400/0aa103_5355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By Their Fruits 5”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/17/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through eyes with tears&lt;br /&gt;clouding one from sight&lt;br /&gt;as the rain and the fog&lt;br /&gt;bringing a cleansing&lt;br /&gt;soon our seeing clear&lt;br /&gt;wherein our prayers&lt;br /&gt;heard aloft and found&lt;br /&gt;acceptable for the fruit&lt;br /&gt;which comes forth all&lt;br /&gt;in obedience and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 5:18 And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth&lt;br /&gt;brought forth her fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4989968660080454841?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4989968660080454841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4989968660080454841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4989968660080454841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4989968660080454841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruits-5.html' title='“By Their Fruits 5”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORU1hKi07Og/TxTNZNrAkRI/AAAAAAAADnM/w53bN9bfnNE/s72-c/0aa103_5355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4463398657867015124</id><published>2012-01-15T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:49:00.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Then There Is"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwwC-CZkNZU/TxNz95gkpNI/AAAAAAAADnA/KZPIzcPe2VU/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698025460800464082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwwC-CZkNZU/TxNz95gkpNI/AAAAAAAADnA/KZPIzcPe2VU/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“When there is no more ground to explore and no more seas to sail will my love for adventure no longer prevail”  Iya http://mylittlepoems-i.blogspot.com/   (a nice site to visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then There Is”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/16/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many mountains to climb&lt;br /&gt;yet another further away to see&lt;br /&gt;slopes and sheer cliffs to rise&lt;br /&gt;over the sun and under a moon&lt;br /&gt;seeing distances unlimited far&lt;br /&gt;yet still another distant star&lt;br /&gt;wherein I’ve to go very soon&lt;br /&gt;always somewhere a prize&lt;br /&gt;unseen and/or unknown free&lt;br /&gt;forever and eternal in time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never with there be no more&lt;br /&gt;for yet there is much to learn&lt;br /&gt;not just on the land or sea&lt;br /&gt;but hidden in books bound&lt;br /&gt;centuries and millennial old&lt;br /&gt;with other’s writing to hold&lt;br /&gt;new adventures to be found&lt;br /&gt;and then new thoughts to see&lt;br /&gt;ponderings of wonder to discern&lt;br /&gt;so much still left to explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4463398657867015124?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4463398657867015124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4463398657867015124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4463398657867015124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4463398657867015124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/then-there-is.html' title='&quot;Then There Is&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwwC-CZkNZU/TxNz95gkpNI/AAAAAAAADnA/KZPIzcPe2VU/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1618476815517228030</id><published>2012-01-15T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:23:57.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“To Heed”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJUUsICmwTM/TxNuFJ-zMZI/AAAAAAAADm0/HUZDpYCLVtw/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698018988411531666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJUUsICmwTM/TxNuFJ-zMZI/AAAAAAAADm0/HUZDpYCLVtw/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“To Heed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/16/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words in the Book&lt;br /&gt;clear and concise to read&lt;br /&gt;yet how many time to look&lt;br /&gt;and least of all ever heed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father and the Son&lt;br /&gt;faith and works combine&lt;br /&gt;eternal life thus to be won&lt;br /&gt;joined as one to the divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:21 Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is well pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1618476815517228030?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1618476815517228030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1618476815517228030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1618476815517228030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1618476815517228030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-heed.html' title='“To Heed”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJUUsICmwTM/TxNuFJ-zMZI/AAAAAAAADm0/HUZDpYCLVtw/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5543561839178475351</id><published>2012-01-15T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:06:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“By Their Fruits 2”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGngtlu_iR4/TxNp9-ioJkI/AAAAAAAADmo/Bs09WQisxfU/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698014467034981954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGngtlu_iR4/TxNp9-ioJkI/AAAAAAAADmo/Bs09WQisxfU/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By Their Fruits 2”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt; 1/16/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature and whole&lt;br /&gt;delicious to the taste&lt;br /&gt;found to be all good&lt;br /&gt;where this tree stood;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet fallen to the ground&lt;br /&gt;rotting and of no worth&lt;br /&gt;those who left the tree&lt;br /&gt;wanting early to be free;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tree was good&lt;br /&gt;strong roots and deep&lt;br /&gt;righteous and clean&lt;br /&gt;generations to glean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5543561839178475351?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5543561839178475351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5543561839178475351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5543561839178475351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5543561839178475351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruits-2.html' title='“By Their Fruits 2”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGngtlu_iR4/TxNp9-ioJkI/AAAAAAAADmo/Bs09WQisxfU/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-366706542067079238</id><published>2012-01-15T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:14:13.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“By Their Fruit”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKP3oAavGzY/TxL7T5RUEuI/AAAAAAAADmc/-ofZP4tIQ60/s1600/0aa201201071%2B%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 321px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697892797786624738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKP3oAavGzY/TxL7T5RUEuI/AAAAAAAADmc/-ofZP4tIQ60/s400/0aa201201071%2B%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By Their Fruit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/15/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fruit just hang around&lt;br /&gt;Others in hurry on the ground;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ripen always on time&lt;br /&gt;Others in some mall’s line;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in time and often space&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up the next horse race;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some waiting for the Summer&lt;br /&gt;Some the winter – dumber;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some never even to bloom&lt;br /&gt;Others taking in the swoon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By their fruit are they known&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they’ve grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-366706542067079238?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/366706542067079238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=366706542067079238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/366706542067079238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/366706542067079238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/by-their-fruit.html' title='“By Their Fruit”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKP3oAavGzY/TxL7T5RUEuI/AAAAAAAADmc/-ofZP4tIQ60/s72-c/0aa201201071%2B%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5011122747251756969</id><published>2012-01-14T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:31:38.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Keep It Holy”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbhwxYEIBk/TxI6h8bb3-I/AAAAAAAADmQ/PH0Z5kXxCP8/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697680833408393186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbhwxYEIBk/TxI6h8bb3-I/AAAAAAAADmQ/PH0Z5kXxCP8/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Keep It Holy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/15/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to spend the day&lt;br /&gt;beginning with prayer&lt;br /&gt;fervent and reverent&lt;br /&gt;deeply thus inquiring&lt;br /&gt;what is Father’s will&lt;br /&gt;what of us expected&lt;br /&gt;feeling deep within&lt;br /&gt;full the Spirit of truth&lt;br /&gt;understanding always&lt;br /&gt;that the Sabbath Day&lt;br /&gt;we’re to keep it Holy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5011122747251756969?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5011122747251756969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5011122747251756969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5011122747251756969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5011122747251756969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-it-holy.html' title='“Keep It Holy”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbhwxYEIBk/TxI6h8bb3-I/AAAAAAAADmQ/PH0Z5kXxCP8/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-8702988741500984568</id><published>2012-01-13T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:34:52.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“To Thole”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MP-aGfaTkEM/TxDbuIJw6wI/AAAAAAAADmE/xtbAz8mJL2Y/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697295114132581122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MP-aGfaTkEM/TxDbuIJw6wI/AAAAAAAADmE/xtbAz8mJL2Y/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“To Thole”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/14/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the past&lt;br /&gt;wondering why to know&lt;br /&gt;yet still there it to last&lt;br /&gt;blindingly often to show;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrors of fires and flame&lt;br /&gt;as if protected by the ice&lt;br /&gt;projecting justified blame&lt;br /&gt;holding eternally in a vice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet cries of anguish heeded&lt;br /&gt;where another hears a cry&lt;br /&gt;for the future to be seeded&lt;br /&gt;no longer asking of why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-8702988741500984568?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8702988741500984568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=8702988741500984568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8702988741500984568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8702988741500984568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-thole.html' title='“To Thole”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MP-aGfaTkEM/TxDbuIJw6wI/AAAAAAAADmE/xtbAz8mJL2Y/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2114951103793294734</id><published>2012-01-12T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:23:23.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Valorous”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zKNdljnTZw/Tw-Hh9-5DDI/AAAAAAAADl4/Pc67suGAKlw/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 241px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696921071290747954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zKNdljnTZw/Tw-Hh9-5DDI/AAAAAAAADl4/Pc67suGAKlw/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Valorous”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/13/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How oft one acts for good&lt;br /&gt;suffering from all around&lt;br /&gt;fighting the tide of mind&lt;br /&gt;doing what is right always&lt;br /&gt;turning into the fray alive&lt;br /&gt;understanding the cost&lt;br /&gt;when another is lost&lt;br /&gt;thus eternally to survive&lt;br /&gt;doing what is right always&lt;br /&gt;no need to pause or remind&lt;br /&gt;valorous on proven ground&lt;br /&gt;having all alone thus stood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2114951103793294734?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2114951103793294734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2114951103793294734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2114951103793294734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2114951103793294734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/valorous.html' title='“Valorous”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zKNdljnTZw/Tw-Hh9-5DDI/AAAAAAAADl4/Pc67suGAKlw/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3572352463816244960</id><published>2012-01-11T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:51:42.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Literal Truth*" see Hebrews 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLF70HwWLBk/Tw4SavZ2gCI/AAAAAAAADls/iBgB6Kt2jMI/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696510829281050658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLF70HwWLBk/Tw4SavZ2gCI/AAAAAAAADls/iBgB6Kt2jMI/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the Creeds of men and women – teachings of the worldly religions – do not teach literally the Gospel of Paul to the Hebrews – if so how can they deny the clarity and completeness of Paul’s description of the Father and the Son – two separate individuals – body, parts and passions – sitting or standing next to one another – awaiting us in the same manner to join them if having lived worthy and fully within their Gospel and not men’s/women’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Literal Truth”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/12/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cannot be understood&lt;br /&gt;what is hidden from sight&lt;br /&gt;wherein can we be blinded&lt;br /&gt;how often to be reminded&lt;br /&gt;when seeking truth’s light&lt;br /&gt;doing that which we should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creeds of men beguile&lt;br /&gt;pretending Hebrews unknown&lt;br /&gt;yet clearly and understandable&lt;br /&gt;thus all found accountable&lt;br /&gt;in literal words we’re shown&lt;br /&gt;seeing through window and stile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hebrews 1: Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;The Son is in the express image of the person of the Father—Christ is the Only Begotten Son and thus above the angels.&lt;br /&gt;1 God, who aat sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the bfathers by the cprophets,&lt;br /&gt;2 Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his aSon, whom he hath bappointed cheir of all things, by whom also he dmade the eworlds;&lt;br /&gt;3 Who being the brightness of his aglory, and the express image of his bperson, and upholding all things by the word of his cpower, when he had by himself dpurged our sins, sat down on the eright hand of the fMajesty on high;&lt;br /&gt;4 Being made so much better than the angels, as he hath by inheritance obtained a more excellent aname than they.&lt;br /&gt;5 For unto which of the angels said he at any time, Thou art my aSon, this day have I begotten thee? And again, I will be to him a bFather, and he shall be to me a Son?&lt;br /&gt;6 And again, when he bringeth in the afirstbegotten into the world, he saith, bAnd let all the angels of God cworship him.&lt;br /&gt;7 And of the angels he saith, Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.&lt;br /&gt;8 But unto the Son he saith, Thy athrone, O God, is for bever and ever: a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;9 Thou hast loved arighteousness, and hated iniquity; therefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.&lt;br /&gt;10 And, Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the afoundation of the earth; and the heavens are the works of thine bhands:&lt;br /&gt;11 They shall perish; but thou remainest; and they all shall awax old as doth a garment;&lt;br /&gt;12 And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.&lt;br /&gt;13 But to which of the angels said he at any time, Sit on my aright hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool?&lt;br /&gt;14 Are they not all aministering bspirits, sent forth cto minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3572352463816244960?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3572352463816244960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3572352463816244960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3572352463816244960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3572352463816244960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/literal-truth-see-hebrews-1.html' title='&quot;Literal Truth*&quot; see Hebrews 1'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLF70HwWLBk/Tw4SavZ2gCI/AAAAAAAADls/iBgB6Kt2jMI/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4079606946566454090</id><published>2012-01-11T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:34:42.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Children of Father”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kmFE4tR_Q/Tw2sCHzNk4I/AAAAAAAADlg/YVYT1-YYdZM/s1600/0aaST%2BGreat%2BLife%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 310px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696398256147108738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kmFE4tR_Q/Tw2sCHzNk4I/AAAAAAAADlg/YVYT1-YYdZM/s400/0aaST%2BGreat%2BLife%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Children of Father”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/11/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and yet aware&lt;br /&gt;understanding of love&lt;br /&gt;choosing the right always&lt;br /&gt;repenting ever so quickly&lt;br /&gt;when making a mistake;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly always awake&lt;br /&gt;avoiding all that’s prickly&lt;br /&gt;in their hugs and displays&lt;br /&gt;children of Father above&lt;br /&gt;towards each other to care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4079606946566454090?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4079606946566454090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4079606946566454090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4079606946566454090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4079606946566454090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/children-of-father.html' title='“Children of Father”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2kmFE4tR_Q/Tw2sCHzNk4I/AAAAAAAADlg/YVYT1-YYdZM/s72-c/0aaST%2BGreat%2BLife%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6300339438558430914</id><published>2012-01-10T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:00:06.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Defer”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joVfFARI_qU/TwzfESkVw-I/AAAAAAAADlU/4MvYM2sST-w/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696172893513565154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joVfFARI_qU/TwzfESkVw-I/AAAAAAAADlU/4MvYM2sST-w/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Defer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/11/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking more time alone&lt;br /&gt;finding ways to stall&lt;br /&gt;skipping one more stone&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to take a call;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting blessings often&lt;br /&gt;wishing for much more&lt;br /&gt;others hearts to soften&lt;br /&gt;on their backs you to soar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time without a measure&lt;br /&gt;nothing planned or to be&lt;br /&gt;nothing in your treasure&lt;br /&gt;so long unable to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6300339438558430914?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6300339438558430914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6300339438558430914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6300339438558430914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6300339438558430914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/defer.html' title='“Defer”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joVfFARI_qU/TwzfESkVw-I/AAAAAAAADlU/4MvYM2sST-w/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5494626190677082449</id><published>2012-01-09T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:29:07.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Purloining*”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGHYid9r9uQ/Twt4PCp-3fI/AAAAAAAADlI/SKFuivXWWFc/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695778353546452466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGHYid9r9uQ/Twt4PCp-3fI/AAAAAAAADlI/SKFuivXWWFc/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Purloining*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/10/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching partial truths&lt;br /&gt;allowing not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;deterring many from life&lt;br /&gt;discovering rhetoric’s claim&lt;br /&gt;getting followers great&lt;br /&gt;no Balm of Gilead had&lt;br /&gt;only worldly ravages&lt;br /&gt;sore afraid to believe&lt;br /&gt;sensing to be abandoned&lt;br /&gt;pressures applied by those&lt;br /&gt;purloining another’s salvation&lt;br /&gt;giving instead only partial&lt;br /&gt;being saved without more&lt;br /&gt;which all men/women&lt;br /&gt;have simply being born&lt;br /&gt;mortal and with agency&lt;br /&gt;losing all for but a moment&lt;br /&gt;with lucre for the priest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Note: less than 30% of those graduating from various schools of Divinity accept parts of the Bible literally – and most especially the Savior being Divine and a Ressurected Being with flesh and bone.  Of the 70% most believe that the Savior was a great teacher like Socretes – but no more or less.  Of the remaining 30% most do not take the Bible literally but only that the Savior was who he said he was – and that he was Ressurected – but they understand not what he now is like.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5494626190677082449?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5494626190677082449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5494626190677082449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5494626190677082449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5494626190677082449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/purloining.html' title='“Purloining*”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGHYid9r9uQ/Twt4PCp-3fI/AAAAAAAADlI/SKFuivXWWFc/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-278171436463912544</id><published>2012-01-08T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:05:41.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Understanding"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lu1fj1M2LmE/TwovUUqQOTI/AAAAAAAADkw/A2olC7ctt8k/s1600/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695416704953235762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lu1fj1M2LmE/TwovUUqQOTI/AAAAAAAADkw/A2olC7ctt8k/s400/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes one is led to forget where things came from and what the people believed who gave them to us.  Was thinking on this in relationship to the 3rd and 4th Century through to about 1400 AD(AE) in regards to those who lived in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;1. They believed the world to be flat – and would and did burn people at the stake for saying otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;2. They believed the sun rotated around the earth and the earth was the center of the galaxy – and would burn and did for those saying otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;3. With the age of the Reformation many could be burnt at the stake for reading the Scriptures – including children and those translating them.&lt;br /&gt;4. In the 3rd – 4th and continuing Centuries anyone claiming the beliefs of the Primitive Church (or the Bible as was known by the mid-1700’s) were murdered – including children; over 150,000 in Denmark in one window of time.  St. Augustine approved this as a means of getting continuity in the Church.&lt;br /&gt;5. Celibacy and therefore promiscuity were prevalent within various groups claiming to be the leaders of religion for over 1700 years and still is present today.&lt;br /&gt;6. Many books were banned and burned – and while one could learn to read – what they read was strictly observed.&lt;br /&gt;7. None could disagree with the ‘enlightened teachers’ of the day – who all came out of the various schools – evolving from the schools of Rhetoric of the 3rd and 4th Centuries.&lt;br /&gt;8. One to understand religion had to be from the educated or elite classes of society – all others were denied this right. Therefore religion was for the enlightened to the intelligent and for those in power to control.&lt;br /&gt;9. All of the various translations and copies of the scriptures came from those with political and powerful goals of rule and control.&lt;br /&gt;10. When William Tyndale translated the Scriptures (remember there was no Bible per se’) he was first strangled and then burned at the stake. His translations make up 80% of the King James Version of the Bible – 78% of the Old Testament and 82% of the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;11. Today 3400 books of the Bible or the writings of the various Prophets and Apostles are missing.&lt;br /&gt;12. Coming up today – those who claim that the Bible is complete, whole and unchanging – continue to change and re-interpret in violation of their own belief – knowing that they do not believe literally in either the Old or New Testament.  Thus the teachers of religion today like their forefathers/mothers use about 5% Scripture and 95% Greek Philosophy and Rhetoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those found above are responsible for the Creeds (creation and continued practices) of the various Churches of Religion in today’s Christianity – of which some 52,000 different churches in the US claim to be the only true church – as the Scriptures clearly state there is only one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily many in the Christian world say/repeat the Lord’s Prayer (properly notated – as it was the Savior’s prayer to teach us how to pray and not to just continually repeat what He said) – wherein the ask for the Kingdom to come – yet expect the 2nd Coming without this Kingdom being restored first to the earth in these Latter-days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How little most take the time to understand or question for their wellbeing. Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are there many mansions in the Father’s Kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why are men and women commanded to become as one (like the Father and I are one)?&lt;br /&gt;3. How can someone be with their spouse Heir’s Together forever – if there is no marrying or giving of marriage in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;4. Why did the Apostles of the Savior have the right to Seal on Earth what would then be Sealed in Heaven – regarding the eternal covenant of marriage; and what they did not Seal would not and could not be Sealed in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did the Savior continue throughout His Ministry refer to the Father – and that he was doing the Father’s will and work – if they are not two separate beings?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do the teachers and ministers and rabbi’s and preachers and priests and clerics and those who profess to be learned refuse to accept the Scriptures literally?&lt;br /&gt;7. As in the above #6 – why do those who are above continue to change what the Father and the Son and the Apostles/Prophets have taught?&lt;br /&gt;8. Consider carefully what you individually believe – it is the difference between Eternal Life or being as the clergy of the world teach – just being again a Spirit without body, parts or passion – and either being in a heaven or hell – disregarding all of the various degrees of Glory as described by the Apostles and Prophets (especially Paul and John) – then ask yourselves why you believe what you believe and is it in harmony with the written Creeds of your specific Church – and if you belong to no Church – if there is one Church – Restored in the Fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ – would you want to know which one and do whatever to affiliate with such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard doctrine is taught in the literal teachings of the Scriptures – which is why most ignore 95% of them in their teachings.  Most don’t like to hear hard doctrines – and certainly will not pay anyone to teach them the same.  Yet the Savior set the ground work for the teaching of His Word and the Father’s Commandments – and there will be no excuses acceptable for not adhering to the words of their servants the Prophet’s and Apostles of any period of time on this earth – from Adam until Thomas S. Monson today. I express all of the above in the name of Jesus Christ - amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/ork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Understanding”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/9/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the shelves of life&lt;br /&gt;one finds the teachings of all&lt;br /&gt;many dust covered and unread&lt;br /&gt;others water damaged and alone&lt;br /&gt;many never to read a word alone&lt;br /&gt;wanting only to be taught to please&lt;br /&gt;asking for the softness/togetherness&lt;br /&gt;expressed in love and peace to find&lt;br /&gt;embracing not all the truth but a bit&lt;br /&gt;finding solace in that to believe&lt;br /&gt;their conscious to relieve&lt;br /&gt;understanding but little&lt;br /&gt;for the less to know&lt;br /&gt;less to account for&lt;br /&gt;no responsibility&lt;br /&gt;sadly nothing&lt;br /&gt;being taught&lt;br /&gt;the same&lt;br /&gt;of old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-278171436463912544?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/278171436463912544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=278171436463912544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/278171436463912544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/278171436463912544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/understanding.html' title='&quot;Understanding&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lu1fj1M2LmE/TwovUUqQOTI/AAAAAAAADkw/A2olC7ctt8k/s72-c/0aa20120107%2Bnew%2Borleans%2B254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4085741437100648367</id><published>2012-01-08T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:43:04.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUf2h9LpBk/Twm5hE3XFTI/AAAAAAAADkk/yPxMOS2m_xs/s1600/0aa20111204%2B209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695287181679465778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUf2h9LpBk/Twm5hE3XFTI/AAAAAAAADkk/yPxMOS2m_xs/s400/0aa20111204%2B209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Patience”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/8/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great among the gifts&lt;br /&gt;seeking one to have&lt;br /&gt;always with us at least&lt;br /&gt;give us more time often&lt;br /&gt;our plea especially above&lt;br /&gt;imploring more time please&lt;br /&gt;patience we’ve to require;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet how many implore us&lt;br /&gt;more time please give us&lt;br /&gt;and we harden our hearts&lt;br /&gt;saying – no now deliver&lt;br /&gt;while yet imploring above&lt;br /&gt;more time please give me&lt;br /&gt;I implore this of thee;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the Sabbath day&lt;br /&gt;expecting a day of rest&lt;br /&gt;time to reflect and pray&lt;br /&gt;time to give service away&lt;br /&gt;yet found watching TV&lt;br /&gt;going to football games&lt;br /&gt;forgetting those with needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4085741437100648367?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4085741437100648367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4085741437100648367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4085741437100648367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4085741437100648367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/patience-cji-1812-great-among-gifts.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUf2h9LpBk/Twm5hE3XFTI/AAAAAAAADkk/yPxMOS2m_xs/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-8033733818061543746</id><published>2012-01-07T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:29:24.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q53128awz8U/TwjjYNKaX3I/AAAAAAAADkY/oCKZ1tcop_o/s1600/0aa20111204%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695051733799690098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q53128awz8U/TwjjYNKaX3I/AAAAAAAADkY/oCKZ1tcop_o/s400/0aa20111204%2B128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anguish”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/8/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreboding of a storm&lt;br /&gt;heavy clouds and chill&lt;br /&gt;temperatures dropping&lt;br /&gt;winds increasing quick&lt;br /&gt;knowing not all are safe&lt;br /&gt;feeling anguish within&lt;br /&gt;not being able to help&lt;br /&gt;having warned each&lt;br /&gt;unable to now reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-8033733818061543746?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8033733818061543746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=8033733818061543746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8033733818061543746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8033733818061543746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/anguish-cji-1812-foreboding-of-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q53128awz8U/TwjjYNKaX3I/AAAAAAAADkY/oCKZ1tcop_o/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-562617232651611513</id><published>2012-01-07T19:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:29:53.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYAT9RNyJbk/Twjc8VZIOsI/AAAAAAAADkA/EmABXbzJWko/s1600/0aa20111204%2B288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695044657902795458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYAT9RNyJbk/Twjc8VZIOsI/AAAAAAAADkA/EmABXbzJWko/s400/0aa20111204%2B288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dimensions”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/7/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigoted with only one view&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to ever change&lt;br /&gt;hatred and being angry&lt;br /&gt;brain cells to derange;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quivering in absolute id&lt;br /&gt;first to look there then here&lt;br /&gt;never making a decision&lt;br /&gt;unable to justify such fear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly able to look around&lt;br /&gt;seeing most of what’s about&lt;br /&gt;yet restricted to the surface&lt;br /&gt;going deeper only to pout;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minkowski sight to behold&lt;br /&gt;no paradigms limiting today&lt;br /&gt;innovatively to live openly&lt;br /&gt;light and knowledge in array!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-562617232651611513?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/562617232651611513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=562617232651611513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/562617232651611513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/562617232651611513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/dimensions-cji-1712-bigoted-with-only.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYAT9RNyJbk/Twjc8VZIOsI/AAAAAAAADkA/EmABXbzJWko/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6335804304081557102</id><published>2012-01-01T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:12:33.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAVlh8c5UwI/TwESjPob5RI/AAAAAAAADj0/mqele2veCj0/s1600/0aa20111204%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692851800673871122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAVlh8c5UwI/TwESjPob5RI/AAAAAAAADj0/mqele2veCj0/s400/0aa20111204%2B082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“As the Sabbath Ends”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/1/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many in the rush&lt;br /&gt;Forget prayers hush;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a Sabbath Day&lt;br /&gt;And a day to pray;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet with parties to go&lt;br /&gt;Football games to know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All activities to enact&lt;br /&gt;Or otherwise react;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many remember&lt;br /&gt;The end of December;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant the 1st this day&lt;br /&gt;Father’s Sabbath Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6335804304081557102?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6335804304081557102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6335804304081557102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6335804304081557102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6335804304081557102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-sabbath-ends-cji-1112-so-many-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAVlh8c5UwI/TwESjPob5RI/AAAAAAAADj0/mqele2veCj0/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2420873567355268633</id><published>2012-01-01T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:58:22.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EguolDSxF9Y/TwEPOaW46II/AAAAAAAADjo/STnQGBlueLs/s1600/0aa20111204%2B097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692848144240928898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EguolDSxF9Y/TwEPOaW46II/AAAAAAAADjo/STnQGBlueLs/s400/0aa20111204%2B097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Of the Past”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/2/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many live outside today&lt;br /&gt;Seeking excuses for delay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running as if by course&lt;br /&gt;Into their past of course;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding there the maggots&lt;br /&gt;Unable to burn with faggots;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing ever to let go away&lt;br /&gt;Thus we prefer it to stay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to see the wonder&lt;br /&gt;Or eternal things to ponder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather seeking Babylon now&lt;br /&gt;Believing Zion lost somehow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus forgetting the Atonement&lt;br /&gt;Eternal life made in covenant;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the past we may then live&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Life the Son to give;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices there to be made&lt;br /&gt;Into the future we’ve to wade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggots can clean a wound&lt;br /&gt;Into the future we’re bound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2420873567355268633?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2420873567355268633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2420873567355268633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2420873567355268633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2420873567355268633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-past-cji-1212-too-many-live-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EguolDSxF9Y/TwEPOaW46II/AAAAAAAADjo/STnQGBlueLs/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5889820795179332171</id><published>2012-01-01T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:57:32.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mwUsbRSVFk/TwEPB_3U9bI/AAAAAAAADjc/1ihO-34LEsQ/s1600/0aa20111204%2B252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692847930970797490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mwUsbRSVFk/TwEPB_3U9bI/AAAAAAAADjc/1ihO-34LEsQ/s400/0aa20111204%2B252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“So Far Sailed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/2/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the oceans and seas&lt;br /&gt;lakes and even ponds&lt;br /&gt;many a storm to survive&lt;br /&gt;while as well becalmed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shipmates first and last&lt;br /&gt;unknown gathered as one&lt;br /&gt;blending talents each&lt;br /&gt;till smooth and sure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weathering this life&lt;br /&gt;as so far we’ve sailed&lt;br /&gt;just having just begun&lt;br /&gt;in the measures of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5889820795179332171?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5889820795179332171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5889820795179332171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5889820795179332171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5889820795179332171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-far-sailed-cji-1212-on-oceans-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mwUsbRSVFk/TwEPB_3U9bI/AAAAAAAADjc/1ihO-34LEsQ/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7677017251002109320</id><published>2012-01-01T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:56:49.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhVqvB5Spg4/TwEO3QhrJ_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/Y-A97dH-sk0/s1600/0aa20111204%2B088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692847746464819186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhVqvB5Spg4/TwEO3QhrJ_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/Y-A97dH-sk0/s400/0aa20111204%2B088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Galaxies Await”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/2/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing anchor again&lt;br /&gt;another journey to begin&lt;br /&gt;yet far away to traverse&lt;br /&gt;into galaxies distant far&lt;br /&gt;seeking the known truth&lt;br /&gt;weakening not in the heat&lt;br /&gt;refining fires to embrace&lt;br /&gt;rainbows lost in the chase&lt;br /&gt;we’ve to windward to beat&lt;br /&gt;having long surrender youth&lt;br /&gt;passing many a glowing star&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Life we’ve to rehearse&lt;br /&gt;each battle and war to win&lt;br /&gt;weighting anchor again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7677017251002109320?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7677017251002109320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7677017251002109320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7677017251002109320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7677017251002109320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/galaxies-await-cji-1212-weighing-anchor.html' title=''/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhVqvB5Spg4/TwEO3QhrJ_I/AAAAAAAADjQ/Y-A97dH-sk0/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6456810309981173468</id><published>2012-01-01T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:14:06.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“To Be Four”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ6Sz6opyjQ/TwBOALaNfnI/AAAAAAAADjE/La0RXL5hoJM/s1600/0aa20111001%2B465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692635693965999730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ6Sz6opyjQ/TwBOALaNfnI/AAAAAAAADjE/La0RXL5hoJM/s400/0aa20111001%2B465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To Be Four”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/31/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to almost old&lt;br /&gt;yet young enough&lt;br /&gt;hugs/tears to share&lt;br /&gt;other’s I do care&lt;br /&gt;soft not yet tough&lt;br /&gt;silly yet not bold;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be known&lt;br /&gt;a child not a baby&lt;br /&gt;infectious smiles&lt;br /&gt;innocent my wiles&lt;br /&gt;just a little lady&lt;br /&gt;four years old grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6456810309981173468?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6456810309981173468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6456810309981173468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6456810309981173468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6456810309981173468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-be-four.html' title='“To Be Four”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ6Sz6opyjQ/TwBOALaNfnI/AAAAAAAADjE/La0RXL5hoJM/s72-c/0aa20111001%2B465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6936828986540767147</id><published>2011-12-31T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:54:41.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HT'ing and VT'ing January 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UegQjm_5UwI/Tv-uzXhjkXI/AAAAAAAADi4/1aaqhzrmQmQ/s1600/0aa20111204%2B180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692460651530916210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UegQjm_5UwI/Tv-uzXhjkXI/AAAAAAAADi4/1aaqhzrmQmQ/s400/0aa20111204%2B180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uh9FcGHquWo/Tv-uvRE06vI/AAAAAAAADis/y8xHEDsCkeQ/s1600/0aa20111204%2B162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692460581080328946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uh9FcGHquWo/Tv-uvRE06vI/AAAAAAAADis/y8xHEDsCkeQ/s400/0aa20111204%2B162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Positively”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/1/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering royal birth&lt;br /&gt;finding links to the past&lt;br /&gt;seeing not just in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;yet all in eternal sight&lt;br /&gt;surrounded in the light&lt;br /&gt;suspending all fear&lt;br /&gt;joy positively to last&lt;br /&gt;while visiting this earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PRESIDENCY MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;Living the Abundant Life&lt;br /&gt;BY PRESIDENT THOMAS S. MONSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the Abundant Life&lt;br /&gt;10481_000_003&lt;br /&gt;At the advent of a new year, I challenge Latter-day Saints everywhere to undertake a personal, diligent, significant quest for what I call the abundant life—a life filled with an abundance of success, goodness, and blessings. Just as we learned the ABCs in school, I offer my own ABCs to help us all gain the abundant life.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Positive Attitude&lt;br /&gt;A in my ABCs refers to attitude. William James, a pioneering American psychologist and philosopher, wrote, “The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.”1&lt;br /&gt;So much in life depends on our attitude. The way we choose to see things and respond to others makes all the difference. To do the best we can and then to choose to be happy about our circumstances, whatever they may be, can bring peace and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Swindoll—author, educator, and Christian pastor—said: “Attitude, to me, is more important than … the past, … than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company, a church, a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.”2&lt;br /&gt;We can’t direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails. For maximum happiness, peace, and contentment, may we choose a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Yourself&lt;br /&gt;B is for believe—in yourself, in those around you, and in eternal principles.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself, with others, and with your Heavenly Father. One who was not honest with God until it was too late was Cardinal Wolsey who, according to Shakespeare, spent a long life in service to three sovereigns and enjoyed wealth and power. Finally, he was shorn of his power and possessions by an impatient king. Cardinal Wolsey cried:&lt;br /&gt;Had I but served my God with half the zeal&lt;br /&gt;I served my king, He would not in mine age&lt;br /&gt;Have left me naked to mine enemies.3&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Fuller, an English churchman and historian who lived in the 17th century, penned this truth: “He does not believe that does not live according to his belief.”4&lt;br /&gt;Don’t limit yourself and don’t let others convince you that you are limited in what you can do. Believe in yourself and then live so as to reach your possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve what you believe you can. Trust and believe and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;Face Challenges with Courage&lt;br /&gt;C is for courage. Courage becomes a worthwhile and meaningful virtue when it is regarded not so much as a willingness to die manfully but as a determination to live decently.&lt;br /&gt;Said the American essayist and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide on, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.”5&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when you will be frightened and discouraged. You may feel that you are defeated. The odds of obtaining victory may appear overwhelming. At times you may feel like David trying to fight Goliath. But remember—David did win!&lt;br /&gt;Courage is required to make an initial thrust toward one’s coveted goal, but even greater courage is called for when one stumbles and must make a second effort to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Have the determination to make the effort, the single-mindedness to work toward a worthy goal, and the courage not only to face the challenges that inevitably come but also to make a second effort, should such be required. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, “I’ll try again tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;May we remember these ABCs as we begin our journey into the new year, cultivating a positive attitude, a belief that we can achieve our goals and resolutions, and the courage to face whatever challenges may come our way. Then the abundant life will be ours.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching from This Message&lt;br /&gt;Consider inviting family members to share personal experiences when a positive attitude, belief in themselves, or courage helped them. Or invite them to find examples of these three principles in the scriptures. You might prepare to teach by prayerfully thinking of scriptures or experiences of your own.&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;Courage to Weather the Storm&lt;br /&gt;By Maddison Morley&lt;br /&gt;10481_000_004&lt;br /&gt;On the second night of my stake’s Young Women camp, we had a big rainstorm and tornado. My ward had about 24 young women attending the camp with two leaders, and we all had to fit into one small cabin for protection. The rain was falling hard, and the wind was getting worse. I had to continually remind myself of the prayer for safety our stake president had offered earlier. Our ward also said our own group prayer in our cabin, and I said my own personal prayers.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of girls were scared, and it was easy to see why. Our cabin was not very sturdy, and we were right by a river. In about 20 minutes the storm got so bad that the whole stake had to run from their ward cabins to the counselors’ cabins, which were on higher ground. My stake president said another prayer, and we sang hymns, Primary songs, and camp songs in an attempt to comfort ourselves. Yes, we were scared, but we felt that everything would be all right. Half an hour later it was OK to go back to our ward cabins.&lt;br /&gt;We later found out what had happened to the tornado that night. It had split into two storms. One of them went around us to the right and the other to the left. What we got wasn’t even the worst of it!&lt;br /&gt;I know that God heard our prayers that night and that He protected us from the worst of the storm. Why would a tornado split unless God needed it to? I know that in the storms of life, we can always pray to Heavenly Father and He will hear and answer us, giving us the courage and protection we need to make it safely through.&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;br /&gt;Captain Moroni&lt;br /&gt;10481_000_005&lt;br /&gt;Captain Moroni had courage as he faced challenges. He loved truth, liberty, and faith. He devoted his life to helping the Nephites preserve their freedom. You can be like Captain Moroni by facing your challenges with courage. You can even make your own title of liberty by writing on the flag below or on a separate piece of paper the things that are important to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Where to Find Out More&lt;br /&gt;Alma 46:11–27: The title of liberty&lt;br /&gt;Alma 48:11–13, 16–17: Moroni’s qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meeting Needs”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;1/1/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking another way&lt;br /&gt;improving upon service&lt;br /&gt;finding another’s needs&lt;br /&gt;then more than a visit&lt;br /&gt;more than just a hello&lt;br /&gt;giving what’s so needed&lt;br /&gt;loving beyond the mark&lt;br /&gt;meeting needs of another&lt;br /&gt;in love and compassion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISITING TEACHING MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;Watchcare and Ministering through Visiting Teaching&lt;br /&gt;“Charity [means] far more than a feeling of benevolence,” taught President Henry B. Eyring, First Counselor in the First Presidency. “Charity is born of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and is an effect of His Atonement.”1 For Relief Society sisters, visiting teaching can be charity in action, an important way to exercise our faith in the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Through visiting teaching, we provide watchcare by contacting each sister, sharing a gospel message, and seeking to know her and her family’s needs. “Visiting teaching becomes the Lord’s work when our focus is on people rather than percentages,” explains Julie B. Beck, Relief Society general president. “In reality, visiting teaching is never finished. It is more a way of life than a task. Faithfully serving as a visiting teacher is evidence of our discipleship.”2&lt;br /&gt;As we provide consistent and prayerful watchcare, we learn how to best minister to and meet the needs of each sister and her family. Ministering can take many forms—some large and some not so large. “Often small acts of service are all that is required to lift and bless another: a question concerning a person’s family, quick words of encouragement, a sincere compliment, a small note of thanks, a brief telephone call,” taught President Thomas S. Monson. “If we are observant and aware, and if we act on the promptings which come to us, we can accomplish much good. … Countless are the acts of service provided by the vast army of Relief Society visiting teachers.”3&lt;br /&gt;From the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;John 13:15, 34–35; 21:15; Mosiah 2:17; Doctrine and Covenants 81:5; Moses 1:39&lt;br /&gt;From Our History&lt;br /&gt;In 1843, Church members in Nauvoo, Illinois, were divided into four wards. In July of that year, Relief Society leaders appointed a visiting committee of four sisters for each ward. The visiting committees’ responsibilities included assessing needs and collecting donations. The Relief Society used these donations to provide for the needy.4&lt;br /&gt;While visiting teachers no longer collect donations, they do retain the responsibility to assess needs—spiritual and temporal—and to work to meet those needs. Eliza R. Snow (1804–87), second Relief Society general president, explained: “A teacher … should surely have so much of the Spirit of the Lord, as she enters a house to know what spirit she meets in there. … Plead before God and the Holy Ghost to get [the Spirit] so that you will be able to meet that spirit that prevails in that house … and you may feel to talk words of peace and comfort, and if you find a sister feeling cold, take her to your heart as you would a child to your bosom and warm [her] up.”5&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Do?&lt;br /&gt;1. What am I doing to help my sisters feel that I am a friend who loves and cares for them?&lt;br /&gt;2. How can I become better at watching over and caring for others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6936828986540767147?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6936828986540767147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6936828986540767147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6936828986540767147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6936828986540767147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/hting-and-vting-january-2012.html' title='HT&apos;ing and VT&apos;ing January 2012'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UegQjm_5UwI/Tv-uzXhjkXI/AAAAAAAADi4/1aaqhzrmQmQ/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7334527436929706765</id><published>2011-12-30T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:23:16.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Flavored”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT4awuXQhqI/Tv6AH9s2_SI/AAAAAAAADiU/VNSp01tBrpo/s1600/0aa20111122%2B069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692127853353041186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT4awuXQhqI/Tv6AH9s2_SI/AAAAAAAADiU/VNSp01tBrpo/s400/0aa20111122%2B069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flavored”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/31/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;truths difficult&lt;br /&gt;nothing for&lt;br /&gt;excuses&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;medicine plain&lt;br /&gt;bitter&lt;br /&gt;not sweet&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;many&lt;br /&gt;water done&lt;br /&gt;truth&lt;br /&gt;and medicine&lt;br /&gt;flavored&lt;br /&gt;to taste&lt;br /&gt;watering&lt;br /&gt;down too&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;value contained&lt;br /&gt;refusing&lt;br /&gt;hard things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7334527436929706765?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7334527436929706765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7334527436929706765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7334527436929706765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7334527436929706765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/flavored.html' title='“Flavored”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bT4awuXQhqI/Tv6AH9s2_SI/AAAAAAAADiU/VNSp01tBrpo/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4690614814474628748</id><published>2011-12-29T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:25:13.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Clarity Clear”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxs2tfxckfo/Tv0S9X-x22I/AAAAAAAADiI/525EZFD29XE/s1600/0aa20111122%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691726349684824930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxs2tfxckfo/Tv0S9X-x22I/AAAAAAAADiI/525EZFD29XE/s400/0aa20111122%2B130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“1 Timothy 2:5 For there is one God, and one mediator between God and&lt;br /&gt;men, the man Christ Jesus;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Clarity Clear”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/30/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One God the Father&lt;br /&gt;one mediator the Son&lt;br /&gt;two distinct&lt;br /&gt;individuals&lt;br /&gt;separate in all ways&lt;br /&gt;except that of&lt;br /&gt;thought&lt;br /&gt;reason – goals –&lt;br /&gt;eternal&lt;br /&gt;as husband/wife told&lt;br /&gt;to become as one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wisdom is done&lt;br /&gt;for all able to hold&lt;br /&gt;forever and eternal&lt;br /&gt;in scriptures taught&lt;br /&gt;a course never strays&lt;br /&gt;two distinct&lt;br /&gt;individuals&lt;br /&gt;one mediator the Son&lt;br /&gt;one God the Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4690614814474628748?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4690614814474628748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4690614814474628748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4690614814474628748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4690614814474628748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/clarity-clear.html' title='“Clarity Clear”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxs2tfxckfo/Tv0S9X-x22I/AAAAAAAADiI/525EZFD29XE/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-9165441168091080649</id><published>2011-12-28T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:32:48.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Toiling”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Ni1tdbcv8/Tvu1K8vrADI/AAAAAAAADh8/NlmlxfNQj8c/s1600/0aa20111122%2B142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691341753822150706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Ni1tdbcv8/Tvu1K8vrADI/AAAAAAAADh8/NlmlxfNQj8c/s400/0aa20111122%2B142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Toiling”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/29/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back braking&lt;br /&gt;work done&lt;br /&gt;burning heat&lt;br /&gt;of the day&lt;br /&gt;sweltering&lt;br /&gt;between decks&lt;br /&gt;hearing&lt;br /&gt;the drum beaten&lt;br /&gt;snapping&lt;br /&gt;of the whips&lt;br /&gt;chains chafing&lt;br /&gt;skin&lt;br /&gt;constant&lt;br /&gt;– unending&lt;br /&gt;toiling&lt;br /&gt;in others work&lt;br /&gt;looking&lt;br /&gt;up not at all&lt;br /&gt;freshening&lt;br /&gt;breezes&lt;br /&gt;birds&lt;br /&gt;singing freely&lt;br /&gt;clouds&lt;br /&gt;wafting bye&lt;br /&gt;surely&lt;br /&gt;none is seen&lt;br /&gt;having&lt;br /&gt;chosen wrong&lt;br /&gt;enslaved&lt;br /&gt;to another&lt;br /&gt;losing&lt;br /&gt;sight forever&lt;br /&gt;Zion’s&lt;br /&gt;Road is lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-9165441168091080649?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/9165441168091080649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=9165441168091080649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9165441168091080649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9165441168091080649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/toiling.html' title='“Toiling”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Ni1tdbcv8/Tvu1K8vrADI/AAAAAAAADh8/NlmlxfNQj8c/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2741314531366053058</id><published>2011-12-27T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:59:46.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Restlessly”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjGtE1U4buE/Tvpp_j93-BI/AAAAAAAADhw/00Ovx9jf1IY/s1600/0aa20111122%2B139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690977619843479570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjGtE1U4buE/Tvpp_j93-BI/AAAAAAAADhw/00Ovx9jf1IY/s400/0aa20111122%2B139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Restlessly”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/28/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading –&lt;br /&gt;seeking – trying&lt;br /&gt;finding but&lt;br /&gt;little to entrust&lt;br /&gt;reviewing&lt;br /&gt;history frequent&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;seeing mistakes repeat&lt;br /&gt;wondering&lt;br /&gt;why so many&lt;br /&gt;refuse&lt;br /&gt;common sense oft&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;clamoring as wise&lt;br /&gt;wisdom&lt;br /&gt;of men/women&lt;br /&gt;lacking much&lt;br /&gt;meaningful&lt;br /&gt;my brain&lt;br /&gt;clamors about&lt;br /&gt;restlessly&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of all&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;to learn/discern&lt;br /&gt;wanting&lt;br /&gt;all to join within&lt;br /&gt;but few&lt;br /&gt;which wend a way&lt;br /&gt;staying&lt;br /&gt;the course forward&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;many the distracted&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;many the distracted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2741314531366053058?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2741314531366053058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2741314531366053058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2741314531366053058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2741314531366053058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/restlessly.html' title='“Restlessly”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjGtE1U4buE/Tvpp_j93-BI/AAAAAAAADhw/00Ovx9jf1IY/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-702208944870517006</id><published>2011-12-26T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:11:35.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Duty”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCajAuYJY70/TvkbQapzp-I/AAAAAAAADhk/OO61N9YKkq0/s1600/0aa20111122%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690609573005862882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCajAuYJY70/TvkbQapzp-I/AAAAAAAADhk/OO61N9YKkq0/s400/0aa20111122%2B118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Duty”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/27/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding&lt;br /&gt;only one way&lt;br /&gt;setting sights&lt;br /&gt;higher&lt;br /&gt;understanding&lt;br /&gt;best&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;going beyond&lt;br /&gt;doing&lt;br /&gt;one’s duty&lt;br /&gt;mindful&lt;br /&gt;of the all&lt;br /&gt;leaving&lt;br /&gt;nothing out&lt;br /&gt;surpassing&lt;br /&gt;the mark&lt;br /&gt;doing&lt;br /&gt;what’s needed&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;mission completed&lt;br /&gt;honor&lt;br /&gt;and duty heeded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-702208944870517006?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/702208944870517006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=702208944870517006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/702208944870517006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/702208944870517006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/duty.html' title='“Duty”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCajAuYJY70/TvkbQapzp-I/AAAAAAAADhk/OO61N9YKkq0/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-389153218134356816</id><published>2011-12-24T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:13:19.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Remembering Long Ago"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Long Ago”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/25/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Prelude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among&lt;br /&gt;the Saints&lt;br /&gt;early in&lt;br /&gt;Israel found&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;sought and hunted&lt;br /&gt;seeming&lt;br /&gt;beliefs different&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;Savior now ascended&lt;br /&gt;finding&lt;br /&gt;only alone joy&lt;br /&gt;unable&lt;br /&gt;to openly sing&lt;br /&gt;yet once&lt;br /&gt;a year came&lt;br /&gt;a Roman&lt;br /&gt;holiday&lt;br /&gt;celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;day to be&lt;br /&gt;one they&lt;br /&gt;too to sing&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;and be joyful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Birth”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels joyfully&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;calling on&lt;br /&gt;those righteous&lt;br /&gt;announcing&lt;br /&gt;an infant born&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;the Christ has come&lt;br /&gt;in a&lt;br /&gt;manger to now lay&lt;br /&gt;on fresh&lt;br /&gt;hewn hay&lt;br /&gt;shown&lt;br /&gt;thus to some&lt;br /&gt;forever mercy&lt;br /&gt;to adorn&lt;br /&gt;the few&lt;br /&gt;to be gracious&lt;br /&gt; with bells clear ringing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remembering”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we&lt;br /&gt;there then&lt;br /&gt;this night&lt;br /&gt;to know&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;voices enjoined&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;the multitude&lt;br /&gt;remembering&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;what we&lt;br /&gt;then knew&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;Savior and Lord&lt;br /&gt;born&lt;br /&gt;unto Mary&lt;br /&gt;and do&lt;br /&gt;we retain&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;thoughts now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Long&lt;br /&gt;Ago”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sense&lt;br /&gt;in time past&lt;br /&gt;what to&lt;br /&gt;some is gone&lt;br /&gt;just a&lt;br /&gt;passing thought&lt;br /&gt;on the&lt;br /&gt;wind caught&lt;br /&gt;memory&lt;br /&gt;withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;long ago&lt;br /&gt;not to last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Christmas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;does this mean&lt;br /&gt;reflecting&lt;br /&gt;on each of us&lt;br /&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;not to be everyday&lt;br /&gt;for many&lt;br /&gt;have needs&lt;br /&gt;not just&lt;br /&gt;one day a year&lt;br /&gt;should&lt;br /&gt;we not kneel&lt;br /&gt;often on&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;thankfully&lt;br /&gt;and humble&lt;br /&gt;giving&lt;br /&gt;of service often&lt;br /&gt;forgetting&lt;br /&gt;not James 1:27&lt;br /&gt;making&lt;br /&gt;all be found&lt;br /&gt;none to&lt;br /&gt;be ever lost&lt;br /&gt;none to&lt;br /&gt;be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;as all&lt;br /&gt;are important&lt;br /&gt;reflecting&lt;br /&gt;on each of us&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wonder”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the&lt;br /&gt;time of wonder&lt;br /&gt;amazing literal&lt;br /&gt;truths&lt;br /&gt;for each&lt;br /&gt;of us a Savior&lt;br /&gt;all are&lt;br /&gt;counted/known&lt;br /&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;infant once born&lt;br /&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;breath once taken&lt;br /&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;heart beat felt&lt;br /&gt;eternal&lt;br /&gt;the Savior’s love&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;none – no not one&lt;br /&gt;forgotten&lt;br /&gt;but remembered&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;wonder I ponder&lt;br /&gt;sharing&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;our Savior’s love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;dates mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;whether the&lt;br /&gt;25th or 3rd&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;or April&lt;br /&gt;for the&lt;br /&gt;Savior came&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;infant like us each&lt;br /&gt;teaching&lt;br /&gt;us of the Father&lt;br /&gt;obedience&lt;br /&gt;pure innocence&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;time of year remembering&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;everyday remembering&lt;br /&gt;for like&lt;br /&gt;the Father the Son&lt;br /&gt;and we&lt;br /&gt;to be like them&lt;br /&gt;caring,&lt;br /&gt;sharing, loving&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;br /&gt;service of all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-389153218134356816?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/389153218134356816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=389153218134356816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/389153218134356816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/389153218134356816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembering-long-ago.html' title='“Remembering Long Ago&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-9207979124539328787</id><published>2011-12-23T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:14:27.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Questions and Thoughts about the Martyred"</title><content type='html'>"Questions and Thoughts about the Martyred"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years many have read the Holy Scriptures - while&lt;br /&gt;many have never heard of them. The later most likely make up the larger group&lt;br /&gt;in the world today. But for now we'll dwell on those who've read the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;and portend to fully understand them in their fullness.  These are those&lt;br /&gt;who've attending schools of higher learning - professing the authority to not&lt;br /&gt;only confer degrees but also an awkward form of the Priesthood. Awkward in that&lt;br /&gt;it must be sustained by the laws of the land, school, nation or the creeds of&lt;br /&gt;men and has no need of a calling from the Father or the Son. Let's be very&lt;br /&gt;clear the creeds of men have no acknowledgement of the heavens being open and&lt;br /&gt;there be any continuing revelation and therefore no contact or communications&lt;br /&gt;with the Father or the Son.  Thus none with such a Priesthood can claim if&lt;br /&gt;from the authority of the Father or the Son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet from this group we find volume's of books, pamphlets,&lt;br /&gt;sermons, hell and damnation, and the actual degradation of other&lt;br /&gt;religions.  These are considered the learned of our age - but have not&lt;br /&gt;really done all of their homework. They add to their communications the&lt;br /&gt;soul of philosophy, mythology, psychology and here and there some of the&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures as they've access to use.  While claiming they've all there is&lt;br /&gt;- they ignore many teachings and about 3400 books of the Old and New Testaments&lt;br /&gt;hidden away somewhere - and in addition while allowing no new revealed&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures they constantly change and add and delete (saying for clarification)&lt;br /&gt;since the 3rd and 4th Centuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find some 52,000+ of these variations of teachings&lt;br /&gt;within just the US alone - and this number changes weekly.  It's a wonder&lt;br /&gt;they understand that God is not a God of confusion but one of simple&lt;br /&gt;clarity.  They claim Paul as an Apostle but will also say there were only&lt;br /&gt;12 Apostles and can be no more.  They claim the teachings of the New&lt;br /&gt;Testament - but deny their literalness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough - what about those Martyred for the teaching of&lt;br /&gt;the Father - and claiming revelation and keys to be authorized to do&lt;br /&gt;such.  Throughout the ages the Prophets and Apostles of God the Father and&lt;br /&gt;His Son our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ have been killed, murdered, or&lt;br /&gt;otherwise abused for some really very simple testimonies. Nothing as complex as&lt;br /&gt;the professional clergy would have us believe or not believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior was Crucified for teaching from the Scriptures -&lt;br /&gt;and repeatedly testifying about His Father - and about who he was.  Paul,&lt;br /&gt;Stephen, James, Peter, and one could number more and more to this list from the&lt;br /&gt;Old and New Testament - while others have been added during the coming out in&lt;br /&gt;public the Bible as we now have it (considering always the modifications made&lt;br /&gt;by modern man/woman); such as Hess, Wycliffe, Tyndale.  Since the early&lt;br /&gt;1800's while most think this killing of those testifying of the Father and the&lt;br /&gt;Son - having seen them and spoken to them has ceased but again it has&lt;br /&gt;not.  We've modern Prophet's and Apostles who've also been Martyred for&lt;br /&gt;the exact same reasons of the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these reasons?  Below you will find the 13&lt;br /&gt;reasons all Prophets, Apostles and the Savior himself have been Martyred (Today&lt;br /&gt;they are referred to as the Articles of Faith):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;1 We a&lt;a id="footnote0" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in b&lt;a id="footnote1" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;, the Eternal Father, and in His c&lt;a id="footnote2" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Son&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, and in the d&lt;a id="footnote3" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;2 We believe that men will&lt;br /&gt;be a&lt;a id="footnote4" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;punished&lt;/a&gt; for their b&lt;a id="footnote5" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sins, and not for Adam’s c&lt;a id="footnote6" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;transgression&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;3 We believe that through&lt;br /&gt;the a&lt;a id="footnote7" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Atonement&lt;/a&gt; of Christ, all b&lt;a id="footnote8" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;mankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be c&lt;a id="footnote9" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;saved&lt;/a&gt;, by obedience to the laws and ordinances of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;4 We believe that the&lt;br /&gt;first principles and a&lt;a id="footnote10" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;ordinances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the Gospel are: first, b&lt;a id="footnote11" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the Lord Jesus Christ; second, c&lt;a id="footnote12" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Repentance&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;third, d&lt;a id="footnote13" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Baptism&lt;/a&gt; by e&lt;a id="footnote14" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;immersion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the f&lt;a id="footnote15" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;remission&lt;/a&gt; of sins; fourth, Laying on of g&lt;a id="footnote16" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the h&lt;a id="footnote17" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt; of the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;5 We believe that a man&lt;br /&gt;must be a&lt;a id="footnote18" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;called&lt;/a&gt; of God, by b&lt;a id="footnote19" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;prophecy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and by the laying on of c&lt;a id="footnote20" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by those who are in d&lt;a id="footnote21" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;authority&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to e&lt;a id="footnote22" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;preach&lt;/a&gt; the Gospel and administer in the f&lt;a id="footnote23" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;ordinances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;6 We believe in the same a&lt;a id="footnote24" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;organization&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that existed in the Primitive Church, namely, apostles, b&lt;a id="footnote25" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;prophets&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;a id="footnote26" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;pastors&lt;/a&gt;, d&lt;a id="footnote27" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;teachers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;a id="footnote28" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;evangelists&lt;/a&gt;, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;7 We believe in the a&lt;a id="footnote29" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of b&lt;a id="footnote30" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;tongues&lt;/a&gt;, c&lt;a id="footnote31" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;prophecy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;a id="footnote32" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;revelation&lt;/a&gt;, e&lt;a id="footnote33" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;visions&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;a id="footnote34" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;healing&lt;/a&gt;, g&lt;a id="footnote35" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;interpretation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of tongues, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;8 We believe the a&lt;a id="footnote36" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be the b&lt;a id="footnote37" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;word&lt;/a&gt; of God as far as it is translated c&lt;a id="footnote38" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;correctly&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;we also believe the d&lt;a id="footnote39" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Mormon to be the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;9 We believe all that God&lt;br /&gt;has a&lt;a id="footnote40" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;revealed&lt;/a&gt;, all that He does now reveal, and we believe that He&lt;br /&gt;will yet b&lt;a id="footnote41" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;reveal&lt;/a&gt; many great and important things pertaining to the&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;10 We believe in the&lt;br /&gt;literal a&lt;a id="footnote42" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;gathering&lt;/a&gt; of Israel and in the restoration of the b&lt;a id="footnote43" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Ten Tribes&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;that c&lt;a id="footnote44" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;Zion&lt;/a&gt; (the New Jerusalem) will be built upon the American&lt;br /&gt;continent; that Christ will d&lt;a id="footnote45" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;reign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally upon the earth; and, that the earth will be e&lt;a id="footnote46" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;renewed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and receive its f&lt;a id="footnote47" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;paradisiacal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;a id="footnote48" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;glory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;11 We claim the a&lt;a id="footnote49" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;privilege&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of worshiping Almighty God according to the b&lt;a id="footnote50" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;dictates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of our own c&lt;a id="footnote51" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;conscience&lt;/a&gt;, and allow all men the same privilege, let them d&lt;a id="footnote52" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;worship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how, where, or what they may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;12 We believe in being a&lt;a id="footnote53" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;subject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to b&lt;a id="footnote54" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;kings&lt;/a&gt;, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in c&lt;a id="footnote55" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;obeying&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;honoring, and sustaining the d&lt;a id="footnote56" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;law&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;13 a&lt;a id="footnote57" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;We&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in being b&lt;a id="footnote58" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;honest&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;true, c&lt;a id="footnote59" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;chaste&lt;/a&gt;, d&lt;a id="footnote60" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;benevolent&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;virtuous, and in doing e&lt;a id="footnote61" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all men; indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul—We believe&lt;br /&gt;all things, we f&lt;a id="footnote62" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to g&lt;a id="footnote63" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;endure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things. If there is anything h&lt;a id="footnote64" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;virtuous&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;a id="footnote65" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng"&gt;lovely&lt;/a&gt;, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after&lt;br /&gt;these things.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;"About the&lt;br /&gt;Martyred"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone from our sight&lt;br /&gt;men and women to miss&lt;br /&gt;yet their teaching&lt;br /&gt;call&lt;br /&gt;and their memories&lt;br /&gt;last;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names many of the&lt;br /&gt;past&lt;br /&gt;having given their&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;their cries to us&lt;br /&gt;hiss&lt;br /&gt;to always do the&lt;br /&gt;right;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over millennium to&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;their minds&lt;br /&gt;flourishing&lt;br /&gt;only to be cut short&lt;br /&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;about the martyred to&lt;br /&gt;speak;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men/women strong and&lt;br /&gt;meek&lt;br /&gt;of the Father/Son to&lt;br /&gt;teach&lt;br /&gt;our Spirits/Souls&lt;br /&gt;nourishing&lt;br /&gt;helping us to&lt;br /&gt;Celestial grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-9207979124539328787?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/9207979124539328787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=9207979124539328787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9207979124539328787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9207979124539328787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/questions-and-thoughts-about-martyred.html' title='&quot;Questions and Thoughts about the Martyred&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3821678338661601295</id><published>2011-12-23T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:13:59.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>three days poems</title><content type='html'>"Days of Love"&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/20/11&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever spoken&lt;br /&gt;not just in folly but love&lt;br /&gt;treasured memories past&lt;br /&gt;years having traversed time&lt;br /&gt;gathering in the storms often&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the peace so tranquil&lt;br /&gt;raising son’s strong and good&lt;br /&gt;not just till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;but for time and all eternity&lt;br /&gt;sealed within hallowed halls&lt;br /&gt;sacred and holy covenants&lt;br /&gt;days of love without an end&lt;br /&gt;days of love without an end!&lt;br /&gt;Copyright&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time and Time Again"&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/21/11&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning the future past&lt;br /&gt;thinking of gardens bright&lt;br /&gt;wandering halls of greatness&lt;br /&gt;delving into the written word&lt;br /&gt;seeking unknown to me new&lt;br /&gt;time and time again learning&lt;br /&gt;how much there's to know&lt;br /&gt;how much I've yet to grow&lt;br /&gt;living life's mission in its full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A&lt;br /&gt;Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Prophet born this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;rejected by almost all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculed&lt;br /&gt;and harassed oft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;and stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet a&lt;br /&gt;small boy to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Father and the Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;came to him to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born&lt;br /&gt;today in Sharon, VT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding&lt;br /&gt;to the truth always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favoring&lt;br /&gt;not any but the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;what he knew to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;the Father and Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;understanding they knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus&lt;br /&gt;as others before known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;suffered much in his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;was martryed by a mob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having&lt;br /&gt;restored the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;which the Son will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;more upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the fulness of His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3821678338661601295?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3821678338661601295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3821678338661601295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3821678338661601295'/><link rel='self' 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long or short&lt;br /&gt;for sleeping is&lt;br /&gt;restful&lt;br /&gt;being very deep&lt;br /&gt;indeed&lt;br /&gt;while unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;awakening into the&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;the night passed away&lt;br /&gt;yet did we really&lt;br /&gt;rest&lt;br /&gt;yet did we not sleep&lt;br /&gt;awakening in the&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of the day&lt;br /&gt;one found in action&lt;br /&gt;the other of&lt;br /&gt;inaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3317355027078111964?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3317355027078111964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3317355027078111964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3317355027078111964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3317355027078111964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/awakening.html' title='“Awakening”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1300761988210947730</id><published>2011-12-18T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:16:25.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Feelings Unseen”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE2ID0J5r5g/Tu6edVRCsJI/AAAAAAAADhY/bzOq6rIQgD8/s1600/9aa103B41800aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687657606177534098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE2ID0J5r5g/Tu6edVRCsJI/AAAAAAAADhY/bzOq6rIQgD8/s400/9aa103B41800aa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Feelings Unseen”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/19/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterfully hidden to all&lt;br /&gt;escaping unseen within&lt;br /&gt;yet in memories alive&lt;br /&gt;clear, concise, complete&lt;br /&gt;where are we so found&lt;br /&gt;as the child of youth&lt;br /&gt;or the reaper of life&lt;br /&gt;disciplined with honor&lt;br /&gt;or hated by another&lt;br /&gt;feelings unseen move&lt;br /&gt;when light rain falls&lt;br /&gt;misting the view ahead&lt;br /&gt;of where we’ve been&lt;br /&gt;and of what we’ve done&lt;br /&gt;unable to remember all&lt;br /&gt;which we’re to all forget&lt;br /&gt;children of the horror&lt;br /&gt;yet adults hiding thus&lt;br /&gt;thoughts unsought today&lt;br /&gt;from the fields of hurt&lt;br /&gt;once known day by day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1300761988210947730?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1300761988210947730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1300761988210947730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5919664643030188835</id><published>2011-12-18T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:24:07.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Often Thought – Tears Flow”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VARvWBLbM38/Tu52EuOdZTI/AAAAAAAADhM/wrKymG8oH9Q/s1600/0aasketchwithflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687613202915747122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VARvWBLbM38/Tu52EuOdZTI/AAAAAAAADhM/wrKymG8oH9Q/s400/0aasketchwithflag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Often Thought – Tears Flow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/18/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollable anger at times&lt;br /&gt;unexplained to those around&lt;br /&gt;frustration without any lines&lt;br /&gt;where our feet used to pound;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer young or eager to be&lt;br /&gt;just thoughts captured at night&lt;br /&gt;untold the nightmare memories&lt;br /&gt;trying always to do what’s right;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often thought – tears flow today&lt;br /&gt;deepening shadows surround&lt;br /&gt;where once simple child’s play&lt;br /&gt;now old displays so profound;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shading eyes of loved ones now&lt;br /&gt;that they’ll never experience same&lt;br /&gt;wondering this to do somehow&lt;br /&gt;and yet our freedom’s to claim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5919664643030188835?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5919664643030188835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5475674505003188666</id><published>2011-12-18T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:23:14.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of 12 Dec (13-17)</title><content type='html'>"Air Puffs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/13/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying into the storms&lt;br /&gt;silenced by the winds&lt;br /&gt;shared with nobody&lt;br /&gt;for unheard as within&lt;br /&gt;air puffs of gales&lt;br /&gt;where none notice&lt;br /&gt;amid the horror&lt;br /&gt;or lambs stolen&lt;br /&gt;windmills destroyed&lt;br /&gt;while all around&lt;br /&gt;men/women found&lt;br /&gt;crying into the storms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shattered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/14/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams drifting apart often&lt;br /&gt;unable to piece reality whole&lt;br /&gt;mixing in wants of desire&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the needs of time&lt;br /&gt;as clouds roaming aimless&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be above all&lt;br /&gt;filling with ice and debris&lt;br /&gt;blotting out the sun above&lt;br /&gt;wavering in the windstorm&lt;br /&gt;like many a life below&lt;br /&gt;on the rocks of the beach&lt;br /&gt;laying shattered and alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Softly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/15/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;swinging beneath stars&lt;br /&gt;laughter in the silence&lt;br /&gt;funny little giggles about&lt;br /&gt;surely this is innocence&lt;br /&gt;curled up ready for sleep&lt;br /&gt;softly a daughter in rest&lt;br /&gt;holding hands in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;with unknown dreams&lt;br /&gt;softly calling the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Warring Winds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/16/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying little attention to all&lt;br /&gt;high above and invisible&lt;br /&gt;clashing as did the titans&lt;br /&gt;armies gathered dispersed&lt;br /&gt;sometimes thundering awe&lt;br /&gt;swirling and demanding&lt;br /&gt;warring winds so unseen&lt;br /&gt;feelings felt in the heat&lt;br /&gt;thus unseeing - seeing not&lt;br /&gt;hearing nothing not deaf&lt;br /&gt;cold and freezing thought&lt;br /&gt;high above and invisible&lt;br /&gt;warring winds so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recovery Reinvented"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/17/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripping away pride humbled&lt;br /&gt;going inward and withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;finding soul embers burned&lt;br /&gt;discarding old memories&lt;br /&gt;developing new beginnings&lt;br /&gt;tearing into submissiveness&lt;br /&gt;gathering weathered matter&lt;br /&gt;weak to strong to stronger&lt;br /&gt;within one’s self required&lt;br /&gt;basics rediscovered deep&lt;br /&gt;recovery reinvented the me&lt;br /&gt;separating past and present&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow replaces today&lt;br /&gt;lightning now only light&lt;br /&gt;thunder beating to mold&lt;br /&gt;nothing before structured&lt;br /&gt;stripping away pride humbled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5475674505003188666?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5475674505003188666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5475674505003188666' title='0 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ-d2CIAWQg/Tu1pBaB0kPI/AAAAAAAADhA/TMoROAZCH7I/s1600/0aa20111204%2B134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687317377326551282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ-d2CIAWQg/Tu1pBaB0kPI/AAAAAAAADhA/TMoROAZCH7I/s400/0aa20111204%2B134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Distances”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/18/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far away to know&lt;br /&gt;pre-existence to eternal&lt;br /&gt;billions of years to find&lt;br /&gt;without detours or waver&lt;br /&gt;only the simple paths&lt;br /&gt;obedience and honor&lt;br /&gt;truth with intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath Day to teach&lt;br /&gt;how far we do reach&lt;br /&gt;down Zion’s road go&lt;br /&gt;or Babylon’s to play&lt;br /&gt;distances measured&lt;br /&gt;all equally found&lt;br /&gt;obediently humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685039138603372418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08-t5Y7dORk/TuVQ-dalj4I/AAAAAAAADg0/71pHJdtQWjE/s400/0aa20111204%2B127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Overly Cute”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/12/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trite and untrue&lt;br /&gt;overly cute words&lt;br /&gt;repeated very often&lt;br /&gt;droll and repetitive&lt;br /&gt;yet with time spent&lt;br /&gt;many to now accept&lt;br /&gt;meaningless words&lt;br /&gt;overly cute appealing&lt;br /&gt;spoken daily aloud&lt;br /&gt;denying the literal&lt;br /&gt;pretended truths&lt;br /&gt;destroying faith&lt;br /&gt;giving no hope&lt;br /&gt;no eternal life&lt;br /&gt;only attending&lt;br /&gt;without purpose&lt;br /&gt;words overly cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Messages”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/11/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still small whispers abound&lt;br /&gt;wherein there are memories&lt;br /&gt;returning again and again&lt;br /&gt;the Scriptures are so alive&lt;br /&gt;each Sabbath Day to renew&lt;br /&gt;a past/present/future view&lt;br /&gt;familiar roads to thus drive&lt;br /&gt;new ones then to begin&lt;br /&gt;hard polishing with emery’s&lt;br /&gt;messages old/new found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-8835293584848323076?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8835293584848323076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2916123158550795677</id><published>2011-12-09T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:40:04.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Thundering”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkC4TAiYfrk/TuK4bzAWuOI/AAAAAAAADgc/WjNPhBCOHRM/s1600/0aa20111204%2B179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684308467382663394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkC4TAiYfrk/TuK4bzAWuOI/AAAAAAAADgc/WjNPhBCOHRM/s400/0aa20111204%2B179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Thundering”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/10/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard hitting hoofs scaring&lt;br /&gt;ranging into the slopes&lt;br /&gt;seeking the high ridges&lt;br /&gt;forever stampeding on&lt;br /&gt;into the storms of life&lt;br /&gt;sweltering in fire’s heat&lt;br /&gt;demanding their freedom&lt;br /&gt;wild and courageously&lt;br /&gt;thundering through life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2916123158550795677?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2916123158550795677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2916123158550795677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2916123158550795677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2916123158550795677'/><link 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683920879261242210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytl8DMVzn14/TuFX7MvK02I/AAAAAAAADgQ/U_KdZms1rzQ/s400/0aa20111204%2B129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Molten Ice”&lt;br /&gt;(1 Peter 3:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pristine clearly pure&lt;br /&gt;refining in fire/ice&lt;br /&gt;extremes in both&lt;br /&gt;beyond endurance&lt;br /&gt;into a nothingness&lt;br /&gt;yet a twinkling eye&lt;br /&gt;into immortality too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molten ice to endure&lt;br /&gt;away the worldly slice&lt;br /&gt;as in oneness troth&lt;br /&gt;eternal life to glance&lt;br /&gt;accepting nothing less&lt;br /&gt;scriptures tell us why&lt;br /&gt;into immortality true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytl8DMVzn14/TuFX7MvK02I/AAAAAAAADgQ/U_KdZms1rzQ/s72-c/0aa20111204%2B129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3257703671987497182</id><published>2011-12-07T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:56:22.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Zephyr so Felt”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqp9N-8jYnY/TuAZQVYRP_I/AAAAAAAADf4/eIcJc-Y_r-o/s1600/0aa20111204%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683570498149105650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqp9N-8jYnY/TuAZQVYRP_I/AAAAAAAADf4/eIcJc-Y_r-o/s400/0aa20111204%2B066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A Zephyr so Felt”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/8/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly a whisper heard&lt;br /&gt;only a zephyr so felt&lt;br /&gt;barely brushing skin&lt;br /&gt;seemingly to linger&lt;br /&gt;the words softly said&lt;br /&gt;hanging lightly there&lt;br /&gt;privately thus to share&lt;br /&gt;as love poems read&lt;br /&gt;a touch of a finger&lt;br /&gt;though a veil thin&lt;br /&gt;at the altar so knelt&lt;br /&gt;misty eyes blurred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3257703671987497182?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3257703671987497182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-583701967526891346</id><published>2011-12-07T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:49:48.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“In the Woodshed”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RtQe9cvYA/TuAJpt18alI/AAAAAAAADfs/oYlpzUZktNE/s1600/TANNER%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwoodshed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683553342026705490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RtQe9cvYA/TuAJpt18alI/AAAAAAAADfs/oYlpzUZktNE/s400/TANNER%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwoodshed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“In the Woodshed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in fear alive&lt;br /&gt;we marched to the shed&lt;br /&gt;tears already embracing&lt;br /&gt;father with switch in hand&lt;br /&gt;of but don’t misunderstand&lt;br /&gt;other times models tracing&lt;br /&gt;as time endless so fled&lt;br /&gt;childhood memories survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-583701967526891346?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/583701967526891346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=583701967526891346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/583701967526891346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy_VzsDHu3I/TuAJWOp9otI/AAAAAAAADfg/dYBmlaG3Yyk/s1600/TANNER%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclouds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683553007237440210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy_VzsDHu3I/TuAJWOp9otI/AAAAAAAADfg/dYBmlaG3Yyk/s400/TANNER%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclouds.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Gravity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young children so learn&lt;br /&gt;there’s no fear to fear&lt;br /&gt;heights and far dreams&lt;br /&gt;airborne into the skies&lt;br /&gt;never asking any why’s&lt;br /&gt;enjoying their screams&lt;br /&gt;never shedding a tear&lt;br /&gt;gravity so easy to discern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy_VzsDHu3I/TuAJWOp9otI/AAAAAAAADfg/dYBmlaG3Yyk/s72-c/TANNER%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bclouds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2389881275844836200</id><published>2011-12-06T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:07:08.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Our Friend Ila”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oKKRqbfOyc/Tt7KSTPPVmI/AAAAAAAADfU/jPm2iouYe4I/s1600/0aa20111204%2B096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683202195538794082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_oKKRqbfOyc/Tt7KSTPPVmI/AAAAAAAADfU/jPm2iouYe4I/s400/0aa20111204%2B096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Our Friend Ila”&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen maybe not&lt;br /&gt;sometimes wondering&lt;br /&gt;her friendship unending&lt;br /&gt;smiles for each to share&lt;br /&gt;for so many to care&lt;br /&gt;loved ones defending&lt;br /&gt;higher things pondering&lt;br /&gt;maybe 30 maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2389881275844836200?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2389881275844836200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3993339623154073847</id><published>2011-12-06T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:41:49.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Breath’s of War”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTVHaRIso6w/Tt7EWeua0WI/AAAAAAAADfI/TGRpgn7d_yc/s1600/0aa20111204%2B106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683195670272069986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTVHaRIso6w/Tt7EWeua0WI/AAAAAAAADfI/TGRpgn7d_yc/s400/0aa20111204%2B106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Breath’s of War”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking from the sun&lt;br /&gt;seeking utter destruction&lt;br /&gt;killing and maiming&lt;br /&gt;gleefully leaving ruin&lt;br /&gt;yet killing not spirit&lt;br /&gt;killing not the freedom&lt;br /&gt;killing not the will&lt;br /&gt;wherein one finds war&lt;br /&gt;holocausts of flames&lt;br /&gt;surprise and ambush&lt;br /&gt;breath’s of war known&lt;br /&gt;greed and envy shown&lt;br /&gt;anticipation grown&lt;br /&gt;allowing survivors&lt;br /&gt;who remember all&lt;br /&gt;when governments fail&lt;br /&gt;men/women respond&lt;br /&gt;refusing ever to lose&lt;br /&gt;freedoms God given&lt;br /&gt;whether at Pearl&lt;br /&gt;or New York City&lt;br /&gt;or Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;one can kill persons&lt;br /&gt;one can destroy&lt;br /&gt;but never the spirit&lt;br /&gt;the will of freedom&lt;br /&gt;attacking from the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3993339623154073847?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Believe?”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;cji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;12/6/11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;Do we believe – if so what&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;are we able to read but all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;do we see or not able to abut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;care we not hear this call?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;Paul has written in Holy Writ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;thus we proclaim to believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;yet as a thief do we only flit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;allowing another us to deceive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12?lang=eng"&gt;Copyright © 2010 – cji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3191784111199292063?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3191784111199292063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3191784111199292063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3191784111199292063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCAEPakPtE/Ttwcc7GzHpI/AAAAAAAADew/sceFMwOP-ZI/s1600/0aa20111204%2B323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682448113062846098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lVCAEPakPtE/Ttwcc7GzHpI/AAAAAAAADew/sceFMwOP-ZI/s400/0aa20111204%2B323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Wearing Masks”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/5/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice filled the night&lt;br /&gt;a storm raging on&lt;br /&gt;piercing all in sight&lt;br /&gt;strong trees swaying&lt;br /&gt;many weaker broken&lt;br /&gt;men and women too&lt;br /&gt;finding deflections oft&lt;br /&gt;wearing masks of time&lt;br /&gt;pretending unobserved&lt;br /&gt;different masks worn&lt;br /&gt;perfecting excuses pat&lt;br /&gt;as the ice in the night&lt;br /&gt;each hiding the frozen&lt;br /&gt;history unchanging&lt;br /&gt;except by men/women&lt;br /&gt;with masks of ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1578192396792961345?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1578192396792961345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1578192396792961345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1578192396792961345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1578192396792961345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682096302527533058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuiWvn0C09Q/Ttrce2u20AI/AAAAAAAADek/VQDwGcKMrt0/s400/0aa20111204%2B318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Of Religion”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/05/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some who think wise&lt;br /&gt;sheltering from the fire&lt;br /&gt;rock bands and drummers&lt;br /&gt;charismatically enhancing&lt;br /&gt;bright lights and exhortation&lt;br /&gt;while meaninglessly lost&lt;br /&gt;each Sabbath Day sought&lt;br /&gt;old time religion to pursue&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the Prophets&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the Savior&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the truth&lt;br /&gt;unfeeling to touch&lt;br /&gt;unhearing to listen&lt;br /&gt;unseeing to see&lt;br /&gt;of religion lost&lt;br /&gt;terrible the cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Krh1sGofzo/TtpTtdnLjXI/AAAAAAAADeY/2uIp5GbtZuM/s400/0aa20111110%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Powerful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/04/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cringing thoughts escape&lt;br /&gt;too many falling short&lt;br /&gt;arguments engage all&lt;br /&gt;some to agree to listen&lt;br /&gt;contention and resolve&lt;br /&gt;logic and intelligence&lt;br /&gt;without merit but sweet&lt;br /&gt;tasting the salt/sugar&lt;br /&gt;before the distasteful&lt;br /&gt;powerful is the rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;powerful are arguments&lt;br /&gt;powerful also is truth&lt;br /&gt;but much harder to bare&lt;br /&gt;not sweet to be heard&lt;br /&gt;but wonderful to digest&lt;br /&gt;confidence is in truth&lt;br /&gt;eternal life is in truth&lt;br /&gt;while without the truth&lt;br /&gt;too many falling short&lt;br /&gt;cringing in their escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2079087043648038934?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2079087043648038934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2079087043648038934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2079087043648038934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2079087043648038934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/powerful.html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681717833805815426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-_g1fSf258/TtmERE3_XoI/AAAAAAAADeM/uKn0sDzFShc/s400/0aa20111128%2B191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Strategy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/03/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War games and planning&lt;br /&gt;real time in the eternities&lt;br /&gt;never ending warfare&lt;br /&gt;where all do share&lt;br /&gt;willingly or not&lt;br /&gt;some forgot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin again&lt;br /&gt;only one to win&lt;br /&gt;which side to be on&lt;br /&gt;into a battle all drawn&lt;br /&gt;strategy to be utilized&lt;br /&gt;beguiling the many oft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3110937289993238252?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-_g1fSf258/TtmERE3_XoI/AAAAAAAADeM/uKn0sDzFShc/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3222606376861386557</id><published>2011-12-01T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:31:23.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Fascicle”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceu5Rowh5s0/TtgqZssWHQI/AAAAAAAADeA/lf_eIvPphvw/s1600/0aa20111128%2B155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681337550910135554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceu5Rowh5s0/TtgqZssWHQI/AAAAAAAADeA/lf_eIvPphvw/s400/0aa20111128%2B155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Fascicle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/02/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many parts found&lt;br /&gt;how many parts known&lt;br /&gt;how many just missing&lt;br /&gt;what of the ones gone&lt;br /&gt;forgotten and/or hidden&lt;br /&gt;was it to be completed&lt;br /&gt;or interests to be not so&lt;br /&gt;politically advantageous&lt;br /&gt;fascicles now to search&lt;br /&gt;yet ignored when found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3222606376861386557?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3222606376861386557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3222606376861386557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3222606376861386557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3222606376861386557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/fascicle.html' title='“Fascicle”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceu5Rowh5s0/TtgqZssWHQI/AAAAAAAADeA/lf_eIvPphvw/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2129713677061776114</id><published>2011-12-01T06:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:48:35.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Presidency Christmas Devotional Broadcast Set for December 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ360FHDBR0/Ttdph4QUMII/AAAAAAAADd0/hDapxoRpfOk/s1600/0aa20111128%2B106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681125485708587138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ360FHDBR0/Ttdph4QUMII/AAAAAAAADd0/hDapxoRpfOk/s400/0aa20111128%2B106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Presidency Christmas Devotional Broadcast Set for December 4&lt;br /&gt;4 December 2011&lt;br /&gt;The First Presidency invites all Church members and their friends to participate in this year’s First Presidency Christmas Devotional on December 4, 2011, whether in person or by viewing the broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;The one-hour program will originate from the Conference Center in Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, at 6:00 p.m. mountain standard time. The devotional will include a Christmas message from each member of the First Presidency and music by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Orchestra at Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are required for this event and have been distributed by random selection. Those with tickets should be in their seats 30 minutes before the event start time. Standby seating for those wishing to attend in person is available on a first-come, first-served basis. The standby line is formed at the north gate of Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;Those wishing to watch the broadcast from their homes may access it live on various broadcast, cable, satellite, and Internet television stations and broadcast, satellite, and Internet radio stations throughout the world, including &lt;a href="http://mormonchannel.org/"&gt;Mormon Channel&lt;/a&gt; HD Radio. Check local program listings for availability in your area or visit &lt;a href="http://mormonchannel.org/"&gt;mormonchannel.org&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://byubroadcasting.org/"&gt;byubroadcasting.org&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://ksl.com/"&gt;ksl.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;The devotional will also be available online at mormonchannel.org (audio only) and LDS.org (audio and video). Audio and video archives in multiple languages will be available on LDS.org shortly after the broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;The devotional will be broadcast to meetinghouses around the world through the Church satellite system in more than four dozen languages. For those locations with significant time differences from the live broadcast, the devotional will be rebroadcast at various times over the following two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The devotional has been scheduled early in the Christmas season so that it may be recorded for use later. Leaders may use all or portions of the devotional with local Christmas programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hearing Heaven Call”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/01/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying peacefulness&lt;br /&gt;gentle music surrounds&lt;br /&gt;fervent prayer spoken&lt;br /&gt;a unision of amens&lt;br /&gt;hearing heaven call&lt;br /&gt;a Prophet of God&lt;br /&gt;called on this earth&lt;br /&gt;speaks to all today&lt;br /&gt;shall we be present&lt;br /&gt;shall we hear all&lt;br /&gt;when peacefulness&lt;br /&gt;hearing heaven call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2129713677061776114?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2129713677061776114/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZ360FHDBR0/Ttdph4QUMII/AAAAAAAADd0/hDapxoRpfOk/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4581812724634395427</id><published>2011-12-01T06:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:47:48.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Small One”</title><content type='html'>“Small One”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/30/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to run&lt;br /&gt;play in the hall&lt;br /&gt;cell phone in hand&lt;br /&gt;teddy bear too&lt;br /&gt;small one true&lt;br /&gt;taking my hand&lt;br /&gt;hearing a call&lt;br /&gt;still having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4581812724634395427?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5433034899611395496</id><published>2011-12-01T06:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:47:25.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Such Joy”</title><content type='html'>“Such Joy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/01/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year to pass&lt;br /&gt;loveliness continues&lt;br /&gt;service and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;giving ever so much&lt;br /&gt;taking ever so little&lt;br /&gt;such joy is my bride&lt;br /&gt;aging endlessly young&lt;br /&gt;found in obedience&lt;br /&gt;Father’s daughter here&lt;br /&gt;shared within us all&lt;br /&gt;such joy to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-2618161305605694387</id><published>2011-12-01T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:47:00.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011 HT'ing and VT'ing Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBp4c0bLeVY/TtdpLx_d_bI/AAAAAAAADdo/rq5x_yhkyyw/s1600/0aa20111128%2B165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681125106070191538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBp4c0bLeVY/TtdpLx_d_bI/AAAAAAAADdo/rq5x_yhkyyw/s400/0aa20111128%2B165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8qaS4lyfLo/TtdpCJM8OuI/AAAAAAAADdc/QRTbv4BGvx8/s1600/0aa20111128%2B106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--V_G5blhJZ8/Ttdo-TYpSJI/AAAAAAAADdQ/_fTdLq_9a3w/s1600/0aa20111128%2B119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681124874515990674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--V_G5blhJZ8/Ttdo-TYpSJI/AAAAAAAADdQ/_fTdLq_9a3w/s400/0aa20111128%2B119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Choice to Be Grateful&lt;br /&gt;By President Henry B. Eyring&lt;br /&gt;First Counselor in 1st Presidency&lt;br /&gt;The Choice to Be Grateful&lt;br /&gt;Father in Heaven commands us to be thankful in all things (see &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-thes/5.18?lang=eng#17"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/a&gt;), and He requires that we give thanks for the blessings we receive (see &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/46.32?lang=eng#31"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 46:32&lt;/a&gt;). We know that all of His commandments are intended to make us happy, and we also know that to break commandments leads to misery.&lt;br /&gt;So to be happy and to avoid misery, we must have a grateful heart. We have seen in our lives the connection between &lt;a href="http://lds.org/topic/gratitude/"&gt;gratitude&lt;/a&gt; and happiness. All of us would like to feel gratitude, yet it is not easy to be consistently grateful in all things in the trials of life. Sickness, disappointment, and the loss of people we love come at times in our lives. Our sorrows can make it hard to see our blessings and to appreciate the blessings God has in store for us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;It is a challenge to count our blessings because we have a tendency to take good things for granted. When we lose a roof over our heads, food to eat, or the warmth of friends and &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2003/05/the-importance-of-the-family?lang=eng"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, we realize how grateful we should have been when we had them.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, sometimes it is hard for us to be sufficiently grateful for the greatest gifts we receive: the birth of &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/jesus-christ"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;, His Atonement, the promise of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2000/05/resurrection?lang=eng"&gt;resurrection&lt;/a&gt;, the opportunity to enjoy eternal life with our families, the Restoration of the gospel with the priesthood and its keys. Only with the help of the Holy Ghost can we begin to feel what those blessings mean for us and for those we love. And only then can we hope to be thankful in all things and avoid the offense to God of ingratitude.&lt;br /&gt;We must ask in prayer that God, by the power of the Holy Ghost, will help us see our blessings clearly even in the midst of our trials. He can help us by the power of the Spirit to recognize and be grateful for blessings we take for granted. What has helped me the most is to ask God in prayer, “Wouldst Thou please direct me to someone I can help for Thee?” It is in helping God bless others that I have seen my own blessings more closely.&lt;br /&gt;My prayer was once answered when a couple I had not known before invited me to go to a hospital. There I found a little baby so small that she could fit in my hand. In only a few weeks of life, she had undergone multiple surgeries. The doctors had told the parents that more difficult surgery would be needed for the heart and lungs to sustain life in that little child of God.&lt;br /&gt;At the request of the parents, I gave the baby a priesthood blessing. The blessing included a promise of life being extended. More than giving a blessing, I received the blessing myself of a more grateful heart.&lt;br /&gt;With our Father’s help, all of us can choose to feel more gratitude. We can ask Him to help us see our blessings more clearly, whatever our circumstances. For me that day, I appreciated as never before the miracle of my own heart and lungs working. I gave thanks on the way home for blessings to my children that I could see more clearly were miracles of kindness from God and from good people around them.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I felt gratitude for the evidence of the Atonement working in the lives of those anxious parents and in mine. I had seen hope and the pure love of &lt;a href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/"&gt;Christ&lt;/a&gt; shining in their faces, even in their terrible trial. And I felt the evidence you can feel if you ask God to reveal to you that the Atonement can allow you to feel hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;We all can make the choice to give thanks in prayer and to ask God for direction to serve others for Him—especially during this time of year when we celebrate the Savior’s birth. God the Father gave His Son, and Jesus Christ gave us the Atonement, the greatest of all gifts and all giving (see &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/14.7?lang=eng#6"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 14:7&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks in prayer can allow us to see the magnitude of these blessings and all of our other blessings and so receive the gift of a more grateful heart.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching from This Message&lt;br /&gt;Writing down our experiences and blessings can help us remember them and give us something to refer back to. Consider asking those you teach to write down what they are grateful for—to help them remember the blessings they have received, recognize the blessings of the present, and look forward to the blessings of the future.&lt;br /&gt;You could also encourage those you teach to follow President Eyring’s example in asking Heavenly Father to direct them to someone they can help or serve.&lt;br /&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/topic/gratitude/"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/a&gt; Challenge&lt;br /&gt;By John Hilton III and Anthony Sweat&lt;br /&gt;09692_000_004Let’s not just talk about counting our blessings—let’s do it! Write a list of 100 things you are thankful for. If that sounds like it is too many, try this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write 10 physical abilities you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write 10 material possessions you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write 10 living people you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;4. Write 10 deceased people you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write 10 things about nature you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;6. Write 10 things about today you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;7. Write 10 places on earth you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;8. Write 10 modern inventions you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;9. Write 10 foods you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write 10 things about the gospel you are grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;When we make a list like this, we discover that a list of 100 doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of all the things God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;“Am I Grateful?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/01/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing words carefully&lt;br /&gt;when kneeling to pray&lt;br /&gt;do my thoughts convey&lt;br /&gt;my thanks gratefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I remember the all&lt;br /&gt;wherein protection came&lt;br /&gt;sacredly in Father’s name&lt;br /&gt;and my humble awe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/series/visiting-teaching-message?lang=eng"&gt;Visiting Teaching Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Close Audio" href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng"&gt;Close Audio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study this material and, as appropriate, discuss it with the sisters you visit. Use the questions to help you strengthen your sisters and to make Relief Society an active part of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;An Extensive Sphere of Action&lt;br /&gt;09692_000_006 The Lord, His Church, families, and communities need the influence of righteous women. In fact, Elder &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/leader/m-russell-ballard?lang=eng"&gt;M. Russell Ballard&lt;/a&gt; of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles taught that “every sister in this Church who has made covenants with the Lord has a divine mandate to help save souls, to lead the women of the world, to strengthen the homes of Zion, and to build the kingdom of God.”&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng#footnote1-09692_000_006"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sisters may wonder if they can accomplish such lofty aims. But as Eliza R. Snow (1804–87), second Relief Society general president, explained, “There is no sister so isolated, and her sphere so narrow but what she can do a great deal towards establishing the Kingdom of God upon the earth.”&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng#footnote2-09692_000_006"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; Sister Snow also taught that Relief Society was organized “for the accomplishment of every good and noble work.”&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng#footnote3-09692_000_006"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participation in Relief Society enlarges our spheres of influence by giving each sister opportunities to build faith, to strengthen families and homes, and to provide service both at home and throughout the world. And fortunately, our efforts as individuals and as Relief Societies need not be large and overwhelming, but they should be deliberate and consistent. Righteous practices such as daily personal and &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2003/05/the-importance-of-the-family?lang=eng"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; prayer, daily scripture study, and consistently magnifying Church callings will help increase faith and build the Lord’s kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;To sisters who wonder if these seemingly quiet contributions make a difference, Elder Ballard affirms: “Every sister who stands for truth and righteousness diminishes the influence of evil. Every sister who strengthens and protects her family is doing the work of God. Every sister who lives as a woman of God becomes a beacon for others to follow and plants seeds of righteous influence that will be harvested for decades to come.”&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng#footnote4-09692_000_006"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/12.4-18?lang=eng#3"&gt;1 Corinthians 12:4–18&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-tim/6.18-19?lang=eng#17"&gt;1 Timothy 6:18–19&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/4.27?lang=eng#26"&gt;Mosiah 4:27&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1.13?lang=eng#12"&gt;Articles of Faith 1:13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Our History&lt;br /&gt;Eliza R. Snow, who had served as secretary when Relief Society was organized in Nauvoo, was called by President Brigham Young (1801–77) to travel throughout the Church, helping bishops organize Relief Society in their wards.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Snow taught: “If any of the daughters and mothers in Israel are feeling in the least circumscribed [limited] in their present spheres, they will now find ample scope for every power and capability for doing good with which they are most liberally endowed. … President Young has turned the key to a wide and extensive sphere of action and usefulness.”&lt;a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/12/an-extensive-sphere-of-action?lang=eng#footnote5-09692_000_006"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Do?&lt;br /&gt;1. How can I help the sisters I visit recognize and act on their ability to be a righteous influence?&lt;br /&gt;2. How can I use my unique gifts and talents to bless others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Example”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;12/1/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating all space&lt;br /&gt;my being an example&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and actions&lt;br /&gt;teaching others same;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering my name&lt;br /&gt;for love or distractions&lt;br /&gt;good or bad an example&lt;br /&gt;in this mortal place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-2618161305605694387?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/2618161305605694387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=2618161305605694387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2618161305605694387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/2618161305605694387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-hting-and-vting-messages.html' title='December 2011 HT&apos;ing and VT&apos;ing Messages'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBp4c0bLeVY/TtdpLx_d_bI/AAAAAAAADdo/rq5x_yhkyyw/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7327897810800349756</id><published>2011-11-29T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:10:06.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“What We’ve Done”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0uKd_xz5GU/TtWQeidmNwI/AAAAAAAADdE/TXhokadsHR0/s1600/0aa20111128%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680605359319168770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0uKd_xz5GU/TtWQeidmNwI/AAAAAAAADdE/TXhokadsHR0/s400/0aa20111128%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What We’ve Done”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/30/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many just sit back&lt;br /&gt;nothing really to do&lt;br /&gt;so easy to be saved&lt;br /&gt;works are just straw&lt;br /&gt;pretending to do more&lt;br /&gt;while nothing is done&lt;br /&gt;spoken from a pulpit&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther to quote&lt;br /&gt;yet what of Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;just thinking aloud&lt;br /&gt;what have we done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7327897810800349756?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7327897810800349756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7327897810800349756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7327897810800349756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7327897810800349756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-weve-done.html' title='“What We’ve Done”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0uKd_xz5GU/TtWQeidmNwI/AAAAAAAADdE/TXhokadsHR0/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1996765545613651397</id><published>2011-11-28T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:11:58.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Little Blue Bird 2”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkO2ke_34ew/TtQwxP_CeuI/AAAAAAAADc4/2PZEyvct_bc/s1600/0aa20111128%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680218652683696866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkO2ke_34ew/TtQwxP_CeuI/AAAAAAAADc4/2PZEyvct_bc/s400/0aa20111128%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Little Blue Bird 2”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/29/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddened I was today&lt;br /&gt;you didn’t to me come&lt;br /&gt;sitting alone in my tree&lt;br /&gt;so very was I concerned&lt;br /&gt;thus I flew all about&lt;br /&gt;nowhere you to find&lt;br /&gt;you who’re so kind&lt;br /&gt;I then tried to shout&lt;br /&gt;my sadness earned&lt;br /&gt;did you also miss me&lt;br /&gt;my friend – my chum&lt;br /&gt;saddened I was today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then upon my learning&lt;br /&gt;you were sick today&lt;br /&gt;thus quickly I did pray&lt;br /&gt;my small wings churning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1996765545613651397?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1996765545613651397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1996765545613651397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1996765545613651397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1996765545613651397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-blue-bird-2.html' title='“Little Blue Bird 2”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkO2ke_34ew/TtQwxP_CeuI/AAAAAAAADc4/2PZEyvct_bc/s72-c/0aa20111128%2B040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-41338795257564802</id><published>2011-11-27T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:17:21.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Declare”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1sDYdLMNqk/TtLE_eyArkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fYZTjR0vflM/s1600/0aa20111125%2B193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679818674941242946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1sDYdLMNqk/TtLE_eyArkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fYZTjR0vflM/s400/0aa20111125%2B193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Declare”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/28/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher than a mountain&lt;br /&gt;transcending above all&lt;br /&gt;meaningfully very tall&lt;br /&gt;shallow as a fountain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than death’s pit&lt;br /&gt;beneath all that’s known&lt;br /&gt;into the eternities grown&lt;br /&gt;where generations sit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declare wherever to go&lt;br /&gt;sharing without shame&lt;br /&gt;our Savior’s full name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-41338795257564802?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/41338795257564802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=41338795257564802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/41338795257564802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/41338795257564802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/declare.html' title='“Declare”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1sDYdLMNqk/TtLE_eyArkI/AAAAAAAADcs/fYZTjR0vflM/s72-c/0aa20111125%2B193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4749899532702483307</id><published>2011-11-27T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:24:03.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Thank You”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImKxy7jc-UQ/TtKOTJqKVCI/AAAAAAAADcg/QR-WXa3ZlfQ/s1600/0aa20111125%2B187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679758539729032226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImKxy7jc-UQ/TtKOTJqKVCI/AAAAAAAADcg/QR-WXa3ZlfQ/s400/0aa20111125%2B187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A Thank You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/27/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;biting softly my lip&lt;br /&gt;emotions on the edge&lt;br /&gt;trying to express love&lt;br /&gt;great thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;for your kindness&lt;br /&gt;sharing in our grief&lt;br /&gt;in day’s gone past&lt;br /&gt;morning’s to come&lt;br /&gt;thus so grateful&lt;br /&gt;a thank you&lt;br /&gt;my heart to yours&lt;br /&gt;our love forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4749899532702483307?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4749899532702483307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4749899532702483307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4749899532702483307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4749899532702483307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html' title='“A Thank You”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImKxy7jc-UQ/TtKOTJqKVCI/AAAAAAAADcg/QR-WXa3ZlfQ/s72-c/0aa20111125%2B187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1736910014398995824</id><published>2011-11-27T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:54:31.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Eternal Verity”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O1_d1K2TA4/TtJdNJUszZI/AAAAAAAADcU/Sy0Jadvx1Gk/s1600/0aa20111125%2B186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679704560490040722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O1_d1K2TA4/TtJdNJUszZI/AAAAAAAADcU/Sy0Jadvx1Gk/s400/0aa20111125%2B186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Eternal Verity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/27/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know a definite truth&lt;br /&gt;without question/doubt&lt;br /&gt;eternal and forever&lt;br /&gt;without pelf or guile&lt;br /&gt;for within men/women&lt;br /&gt;this quest is taken&lt;br /&gt;only many mistaken&lt;br /&gt;ambiguous to awaken&lt;br /&gt;the teaching of men&lt;br /&gt;scriptures to defile&lt;br /&gt;philosophy to sever&lt;br /&gt;rendering a lost shout&lt;br /&gt;the eternal verity of truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byutv.org/watch/83b48593-f5af-40d9-bd64-cf89dc03d7f7"&gt;http://byutv.org/watch/83b48593-f5af-40d9-bd64-cf89dc03d7f7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1736910014398995824?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1736910014398995824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1736910014398995824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1736910014398995824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1736910014398995824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/eternal-verity.html' title='“Eternal Verity”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0O1_d1K2TA4/TtJdNJUszZI/AAAAAAAADcU/Sy0Jadvx1Gk/s72-c/0aa20111125%2B186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5638311780214714041</id><published>2011-11-26T19:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:05:20.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“With Charity”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfEtpwFBBC4/TtF-u_TWnII/AAAAAAAADcI/rkPVgnx-QBY/s1600/0aa20111125%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679459950822595714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfEtpwFBBC4/TtF-u_TWnII/AAAAAAAADcI/rkPVgnx-QBY/s400/0aa20111125%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“With Charity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/27/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindful of all others&lt;br /&gt;without vanity or lust&lt;br /&gt;sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;in whom we do trust;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into darkness&lt;br /&gt;finding our way in light&lt;br /&gt;feeling in alertness&lt;br /&gt;blindness given sight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With charity in our heart&lt;br /&gt;a warmth in our soul&lt;br /&gt;with strangers to impart&lt;br /&gt;allowing all to be full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5638311780214714041?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5638311780214714041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5638311780214714041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5638311780214714041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5638311780214714041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-charity.html' title='“With Charity”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfEtpwFBBC4/TtF-u_TWnII/AAAAAAAADcI/rkPVgnx-QBY/s72-c/0aa20111125%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6548098461052925519</id><published>2011-11-26T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:42:30.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Little Blue Bird”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QaYHmRlBpo/TtFrT9ZLopI/AAAAAAAADb8/Pf1OFqmznY8/s1600/0aa20111125%2B097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679438595732775570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QaYHmRlBpo/TtFrT9ZLopI/AAAAAAAADb8/Pf1OFqmznY8/s400/0aa20111125%2B097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Little Blue Bird”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little blue bird there&lt;br /&gt;can I talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;shy like you too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll call you bird Blue&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer is my name&lt;br /&gt;we’ll share stories&lt;br /&gt;we’re much the same;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus shyly just the two&lt;br /&gt;friends becoming fast&lt;br /&gt;little blue bird there&lt;br /&gt;and a little girl to last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6548098461052925519?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6548098461052925519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6548098461052925519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6548098461052925519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6548098461052925519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-blue-bird.html' title='“Little Blue Bird”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QaYHmRlBpo/TtFrT9ZLopI/AAAAAAAADb8/Pf1OFqmznY8/s72-c/0aa20111125%2B097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-3302747014684470698</id><published>2011-11-26T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:03:39.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wake UP!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbLMnZU5vKg/TtEp82eufHI/AAAAAAAADbw/HaxPimY_rs0/s1600/0aa20111122%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679366730484186226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbLMnZU5vKg/TtEp82eufHI/AAAAAAAADbw/HaxPimY_rs0/s400/0aa20111122%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially at Thanksgiving = Wow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link below. What a great lesson and example of how we should all be grateful for who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will inspire you, your family, friends, co workers. It did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/watchingthis/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.wimp.com/watchingthis/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wake Up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather in your breath&lt;br /&gt;explode smiles all about&lt;br /&gt;sing without worry&lt;br /&gt;wake up and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;so much to be seen&lt;br /&gt;more even to share&lt;br /&gt;trials but the moment&lt;br /&gt;trials but the moment&lt;br /&gt;life is forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;wake up my friend&lt;br /&gt;and be so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-3302747014684470698?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/3302747014684470698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=3302747014684470698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3302747014684470698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/3302747014684470698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up.html' title='&quot;Wake UP!&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbLMnZU5vKg/TtEp82eufHI/AAAAAAAADbw/HaxPimY_rs0/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1439647187533788546</id><published>2011-11-26T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:02:01.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“PTSD and the Guilt Factor”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrt0H0yHHgQ/TtDxVdKELlI/AAAAAAAADbk/sJ5Eks32s8I/s1600/0aa20111122%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679304481020587602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrt0H0yHHgQ/TtDxVdKELlI/AAAAAAAADbk/sJ5Eks32s8I/s400/0aa20111122%2B055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“PTSD and the Guilt Factor”&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: First I’m neither a medical doctor nor a psychologist. However, I know what I both know and don’t know – which the Egyptians would define as “All that there is – that what I can see and not see.” Secondly, over the years I’ve had to deal with a multitude of doctors and psychologists for a variety of medical reasons. It seemed to appear if one had a medical complaint in the military they almost always had to see the psychologist in residence. c/ork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years of my life I’ve observed much in a plethora of areas and interests. Having been associated for the majority of this time with the military – most of my immediate friends come from this arena. Combat veterans and I seem to have a kindred spirit whenever and wherever we meet. Understand I was never in combat per se’ but in the mid-to late 1960’s I started two of the first Vietnam Veteran Clubs at the colleges I attended. We in those days counseled each other and helped as we could and would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the 1970’s the Government decided they had some responsibility in doing this and hired psychologists and social workers to do this counseling. However until the mid-1980’s and still today we continue to assist each other – mostly not trusting these government appointed counselors. Most all of these counselors or psychologists had no military experience and if they did – no direct contact with those in combat. With one exception – almost everyone I was sent to see had no combat and almost no idea with how to understand what had/has taken place in my life or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example of this was when I read at a Holocaust Memorial afterwards I was approached by one of these psychologists and asked, “Why can’t I communicate with those like you and others?” His role was to counsel returning men and women from combat areas and he didn’t have a clue. I explained in simple terms that he hadn’t been or done – and what he read in the books wasn’t going to help him very much. He would have to change how he thought about things and open up new windows of how to listen and understand (will address this more in a bit).&lt;br /&gt;The second example was a VA social worker who’d been to Nam – but was an apologist for what had happened and held most of us in some contempt that we didn’t agree with him (i.e. similar to Kerry) as to how evil we’d been in our service to our nation. This is where I believe that the idea of ‘guilt’ associated with PTSD began as a seedling – to explain away anything else of importance in dealing with PTSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus there were two points which were present in the early days of dealing with PTSD – one a complete lack of knowledge and the second – that we had been or had done something evil – i.e. that we had guilt for our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addressing the first of these the lack of knowledge – each time I was assigned a new counselor or to see a psychologist they would put me through a series of questionnaires. Mostly the following two events would occur: first, that I should be in a hospital or jail; or second, that they just didn’t understand and could I help them in dealing with veterans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with the first response I would have call a specific number and speak with ‘Chick’ (many might know who this is) – and he would patiently explain that I was okay, etc. With the second response – I knew only that I had to assist this person into understanding – not so as to help me but to help the others he/she would eventually have to be seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things one must understand – veterans are pretty honest and straight-forward in what they say and think. Each has learned in differing ways to deal with their lives and actions. They answer questions truthfully and fully – which in many cases shocks those who’ve been hired to help them – as it is beyond their scope of understanding. Louis L’Amour in his many novels and short stories was able to convey this in the following way. Usually a stage pulls into town and as the new people to the west were getting off the stage there’s a shooting – good guy versus bad guy. One lies dead in the street almost at their feet and the other rides away. This is brutal and shocking to those newly arrived and they think (rather than understand) one man has just killed a person and ridden off. They understand not the circumstances and for the most part initial judgment has been made and is final. Later, the learning and discerning ones better understand the clarity of what took place – but it could be months or years. This is what happens – the veteran – confronts the bad – deals with it and rides away. Those who are observing haven’t a clue if they’re new to the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the stark honesty which gets most veterans in trouble with the civilized world – they don’t understand the simpleness of either our thinking or actions. Once when taking a science exam – was pondering over what to do about a ‘germ’ trying to enter my body. The teacher came up and drew a little germ on a piece of paper and said, “How would you keep this out of your body?” I picked up a book and smashed it! She wasn’t pleased with the reply (smile). However, to me it solved the problem. And most veterans being mission orientated – solve the problems simply and efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working in a drug rehab program (our population was 11-18 years old – first time offenders) we found it took about six months to get most to open up (and this was in a contained environment). In addition, we didn’t have a negative influence from the media or government. As we had to earn the trust of these young people – equally one has to earn the trust of the veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors have a lot to do with earning trust. Currently, most veterans are unwilling to trust anyone who’s the ability to disarm them. Further when one has the power based on ‘generic test results’ to confine or otherwise control a person’s life – the idea of actual trust dissipates in a hurry. Thus the knowledge and understanding gap – the trust gap – and what is eventually reported (supposedly confidential) does not exist in the environment of counseling one with PTSD (whether a veteran or a victim of a violent crime).&lt;br /&gt;The second factor mentioned above is the new rage to associate ‘guilt’ with PTSD. First off what is ‘guilt?’ “Guilt is the state of being responsible for the commission of an offense.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt#cite_note-thefreedictionary.com-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; It is also a &lt;a title="Cognitive" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive"&gt;cognitive&lt;/a&gt; or an &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt; experience that occurs when a person &lt;a title="Understanding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Understanding"&gt;realizes&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Belief" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belief"&gt;believes&lt;/a&gt;—accurately or not—that he or she has violated a &lt;a title="Morality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morality"&gt;moral&lt;/a&gt; standard, and bears significant responsibility for that violation.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; It is closely related to the concept of &lt;a title="Remorse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remorse"&gt;remorse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;” The idea of violating a moral standard would depend on who’s doing the association. We find many times in reference to veterans the word ‘kill or killing’ and thus meaning that in wartime or combat that this is in violation of the Ten Commandments, etc. However, one must realize in the original Decalogue the word was ‘murder’ and not ‘kill’. There is significant difference in the meaning and usage of these two words – yet it would appear for convenience the worldly of today have self associated the two as meaning the same.&lt;br /&gt;Very few if any of the veterans I’ve known or know are having a problem with guilt in their lives over their previous actions associated with combat in the service of our nation. They have a different association with the thoughts of, “Why me and Not them” in relation to the death of a friend/buddy in combat. This is not guilt – it is trying to discern why things happened the way they did. If this in anyway can be discerned as guilt then everyone who watches the evening news – travels on a highway – or sees a serious accident would have ‘guilt’ feelings why it was someone else killed or injured in an accident or abusive crime. To my knowledge this doesn’t happen as a regular turn of events in most lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those like Kerry who admitted to killing (murdering) mothers and babies didn’t feel guilt or even remorse of any kind – he used as something political in condemning those who were beneath him or his liberal beliefs. Others have done the same – over and over – and while mainstream media and the world of counselors/psychologists enjoin them – they never condemn them but make excuses for them. The veteran or victims of a violent crime who have PTSD on the other-hand are never freed from being honest and open. The media wants to keep them as the victims and to disenfranchise the worthy veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly today many veterans and even victims of violent crimes will not go to counseling or seek redress for their suffering. Each time the headlines proclaim another violent crime – or similar event to what they’ve suffered (even if years ago) their past open up like a sore wound. For the veteran it’s worse only in the fact they are always subject to confinement for being honest when telling their story or feelings. Do real victims feel guilt – if so only because of our society in defending the criminal at the expense of the real victims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt is something others inflict upon the innocent to justify their actions being done without remorse. The government and many if not all of their intrusions into another’s life – are failures – planned and executed to be such from the beginning. Councilors and Psychologists who’re untrained and have nothing to do with diagnosis – dealing instead with prescriptions and results (have to meet their numbers) – fail in dealing with most victims and veterans with PTSD. Therefore, as their justifications and excuses they seek to blame the victims and veterans for doing something that was morally incorrect which has caused their present state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is needed is a wakeup call - shrill and deafening – for those who’re in the fields of counseling and psychological analysis to reprogram themselves to listen to our sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers, son and daughters – friends and associates – and stop predetermining based on shallow books – incomprehensible to most. One needs only to keep it simple – honest – and without condemnation of the innocent. A veteran and a victim in order to get on in their lives do just that – speak the truth – simply and clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTSD and the guilt factor is only one more way in which government and the sciences are saying – they need an excuse and this is it! Don’t believe or accept this as a truth – because it is not. The veteran and victim have not violated any moral law or committed any violent crime – they are not guilty of anything – anywhere – no matter how hard the media and government try to prove otherwise. Sadly, now even more will not seek assistance due to the inference of their guilt. More will continue to still be coming home but never quite reaching it fully. c/ork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“am I guilty?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something&lt;br /&gt;morally against society&lt;br /&gt;did I create a monster&lt;br /&gt;a crime so evilly bad&lt;br /&gt;am I guilty of being&lt;br /&gt;did the world change&lt;br /&gt;are the innocent evil&lt;br /&gt;wherefore am I sought&lt;br /&gt;will I never be left alone&lt;br /&gt;is home really there&lt;br /&gt;or as in illusions oft&lt;br /&gt;just a mirage of sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1439647187533788546?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1439647187533788546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1439647187533788546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1439647187533788546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1439647187533788546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/ptsd-and-guilt-factor.html' title='“PTSD and the Guilt Factor”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrt0H0yHHgQ/TtDxVdKELlI/AAAAAAAADbk/sJ5Eks32s8I/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5860956264106523912</id><published>2011-11-25T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:46:51.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Time Long Ago”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuA0717LZ5w/TtBFBzawSRI/AAAAAAAADbM/7xu3YsKxci8/s1600/0aa20111122%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679115027398805778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuA0717LZ5w/TtBFBzawSRI/AAAAAAAADbM/7xu3YsKxci8/s400/0aa20111122%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Time Long Ago”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions without merit&lt;br /&gt;mounted men as knights&lt;br /&gt;castles and fiefdoms found&lt;br /&gt;yet only so small a part&lt;br /&gt;stretching so insignificant&lt;br /&gt;remotely so very alone&lt;br /&gt;thinking as the only one&lt;br /&gt;yet great civilizations about&lt;br /&gt;some raising and falling&lt;br /&gt;all space was occupied&lt;br /&gt;all space was utilized&lt;br /&gt;for in time long ago&lt;br /&gt;like as in life today&lt;br /&gt;yet only so small a part&lt;br /&gt;stretching so insignificant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5860956264106523912?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5860956264106523912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5860956264106523912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5860956264106523912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5860956264106523912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-long-ago.html' title='“Time Long Ago”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuA0717LZ5w/TtBFBzawSRI/AAAAAAAADbM/7xu3YsKxci8/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-382515619892340024</id><published>2011-11-24T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:13:40.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Long Watch”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w1iRLQRrz0o/Ts7rv3AZciI/AAAAAAAADbA/3yrJ6Wmqk7A/s1600/0aa20111122%2B143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678735387612770850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w1iRLQRrz0o/Ts7rv3AZciI/AAAAAAAADbA/3yrJ6Wmqk7A/s400/0aa20111122%2B143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A Long Watch”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/25/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in the Spring&lt;br /&gt;standing forth counted&lt;br /&gt;even from our birth&lt;br /&gt;even before this earth&lt;br /&gt;our trials surmounted&lt;br /&gt;blessings thus to bring;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extending in Summer&lt;br /&gt;lives to thus blossom&lt;br /&gt;being found fruitful&lt;br /&gt;completing tasks useful&lt;br /&gt;finding much awesome&lt;br /&gt;found our own drummer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through Fall&lt;br /&gt;our leaves descending&lt;br /&gt;magnificent in color&lt;br /&gt;steps taken now smaller&lt;br /&gt;others on us depending&lt;br /&gt;clarion we hear the call;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally into our Winter&lt;br /&gt;where now we stand&lt;br /&gt;thus this a long watch&lt;br /&gt;sewing in the last swatch&lt;br /&gt;obeying the least command&lt;br /&gt;no longer the sprinter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Addendum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand a long watch&lt;br /&gt;protecting our freedoms&lt;br /&gt;preparing his kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;Satan’s goals to blotch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-382515619892340024?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/382515619892340024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=382515619892340024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/382515619892340024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/382515619892340024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-watch.html' title='“A Long Watch”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w1iRLQRrz0o/Ts7rv3AZciI/AAAAAAAADbA/3yrJ6Wmqk7A/s72-c/0aa20111122%2B143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5932045981085762902</id><published>2011-11-24T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:39:38.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Yes, To Be Thankful”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2qY8ZVfZEw/Ts6PZroVtYI/AAAAAAAADa0/Xh-D850bdHs/s1600/00aa20110717%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678633851532195202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2qY8ZVfZEw/Ts6PZroVtYI/AAAAAAAADa0/Xh-D850bdHs/s400/00aa20110717%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yes, To Be Thankful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/24/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will bow heads&lt;br /&gt;others to on a knee&lt;br /&gt;some seeking a quiet&lt;br /&gt;others for oft peace&lt;br /&gt;some to just release&lt;br /&gt;others do also riot&lt;br /&gt;some a humble plea&lt;br /&gt;others sewing threads;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to be thankful&lt;br /&gt;most of life and of all&lt;br /&gt;yes, to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;most in Father’s awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5932045981085762902?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5932045981085762902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5932045981085762902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5932045981085762902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5932045981085762902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-to-be-thankful.html' title='“Yes, To Be Thankful”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2qY8ZVfZEw/Ts6PZroVtYI/AAAAAAAADa0/Xh-D850bdHs/s72-c/00aa20110717%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7232644289410527978</id><published>2011-11-23T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:13:50.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Trammels”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqUw9gzb2Cg/Ts2oV7QXllI/AAAAAAAADao/dfVWorXYNuo/s1600/00aa20110624%2B320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678379799821129298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqUw9gzb2Cg/Ts2oV7QXllI/AAAAAAAADao/dfVWorXYNuo/s400/00aa20110624%2B320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Trammels”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/24/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the leaders&lt;br /&gt;guile and mistaken words&lt;br /&gt;interfering with progress&lt;br /&gt;eternal progress it’s true&lt;br /&gt;mixing up the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;turning them into pelf&lt;br /&gt;gaining popularity also&lt;br /&gt;promising all to be saved&lt;br /&gt;while denying them all&lt;br /&gt;with the trammels cost&lt;br /&gt;eternal life is thus lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7232644289410527978?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7232644289410527978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7232644289410527978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7232644289410527978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7232644289410527978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/trammels.html' title='“Trammels”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqUw9gzb2Cg/Ts2oV7QXllI/AAAAAAAADao/dfVWorXYNuo/s72-c/00aa20110624%2B320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4066991251897834188</id><published>2011-11-23T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:43:47.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Surface People”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9VUZDaHTjk/Ts0-3wqxDcI/AAAAAAAADac/RyHcCTFOgFI/s1600/0aa20110624%2B340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678263832862068162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9VUZDaHTjk/Ts0-3wqxDcI/AAAAAAAADac/RyHcCTFOgFI/s400/0aa20110624%2B340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Surface People”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to think alone&lt;br /&gt;depending on others&lt;br /&gt;decisions unmade too&lt;br /&gt;indifference to reason&lt;br /&gt;in apathetical comfort&lt;br /&gt;going to the malls oft&lt;br /&gt;tv and video games&lt;br /&gt;drinking and playing&lt;br /&gt;for these are only&lt;br /&gt;surface people&lt;br /&gt;somewhere&lt;br /&gt;between birth&lt;br /&gt;and sure death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surface People”&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/12/11&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago there were some very deep thinkers which abounded in small clusters throughout the world. Almost always these persons would know of each other or meet within their geographical areas. In Europe this could extend over the breathe and length of the land: Italy to the Franks; Brittany to Prussia; and throughout the Middle East in all directions. There were some women involved but for the most part these were the men of letters who communicated with others of their peers. The idea of calling them men of letters is this is the way they communicated – and these are what their recorded records became. Now we’ve left the Far East out of the initial thought as they too had similar scholars – but the communication links were not the same as throughout Europe at this early time.&lt;br /&gt;To establish the time of these events one must consider from about 3000BC to the early part of 1700AD. The means of travel were in either large convoys or caravans or with armies of conquest. One used for trade and the other for dominion and destruction. The year 3000BC is about the time of the use of papyrus from Northern Africa (Egypt) and thus a new means of relating or communicating – in a more accessible manner was available&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;. One must not forget writing has been around as long as man has been on this earth (we cannot speak of other than our earth). Thus some of the earliest forms of written communication (called systems of ideographic&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; and/or early mnemonic symbols&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;. (writers note: Some would think we’re going back to this form of writing due to the current increase in illiteracy – but hopefully not.)&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 6 millennium writing and communications have changed greatly as well as the intent of the writers. The religious writers of the first 4 thousand years (ending about 100 years into the 1st Century AD) tended to write from experience and or revelations. Histories were kept and kept accurately by certain members of the various different developing thoughts on theology. These records and books go back again as far as 6 thousand years ago&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We can then look at fictional writing – which the early myths of the Greek’s are considered the oldest – being about the 8th Century BC. Some have attributed Epic of Gilgamesh as being the earliest but it was about the 7th Century. One would venture ‘tall tales’ and ‘stories’ were told since the beginning of time – but being written these seem to be the earliest. Interestingly much research since the 1970’s has revealed that the works of Homer may indeed be true – as well as the Epic of Gilgamesh – as this type of writing cannot be accomplished without sound information to support them. I.e. the various myths and illusions add grandeur to the subject – but the overall story is based on some factual information. Today we’d call it Historical Fiction. This however, we do know about the Greeks is that they whole-heartedly accepted rhetoric as a way of life and writing, speaking and in oration of the theater. Thus, they accepted lying as a means of teaching and explaining what they did not understand. This was carried forward and still alive and well in most of the world in one form or another.&lt;br /&gt;After the second century AD – we find much changed in the world of written thought in the European environment – (to include the Middle East, Brittany, France, Germany, Italy, Greece, etc.). With the Primitive Church (which it is called in history) established by Jesus the Christ – and it’s spread across many lands – Scriptures came to life in the fulfillment of Prophecies and also in the teachings from the primary source. There were no longer the need for interpreters or someone to tell you what was meant by this Prophet or that one. This continued until, the schools decided religion was the way to attain wealth and power. These schools mixed neo-Platonism with rhetoric and complicated even the simplest literal words taken from the Teachings of the Savior and the Prophets. Interestingly the Jewish community bought into this new theology of discarding the literal meanings found in the Scriptures. The Gnostics won the day – only through others accepting they’re doctrines instead of the true doctrines.&lt;br /&gt;Thus wherein we’ve two various dimensions – the early writers before fiction and those who came after the accepted usage of fiction (making it up as you go along to impress and please others into acceptance). We now have two schools – those who seek to find and know truth based on common sense&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; and those who seek to attract the attention of others no matter how they do it – with or without truth.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we’ve two schools from which to choose – fiction or non-fiction! Fiction being defined as men/women who decide to interpret for others what someone else has said or meant without regard to research or worrying about what is true or not. The research is an interesting topic all of its own but will be addressed as we continue in context with what we’ve already written.&lt;br /&gt;Research which is done by millions of students every single day has only two goals: 1) to meet the needs of a class assignment; and 2) to satisfy the curiosity of the student. Research is also done by thousands of scholars on a daily basis as well – and it too has certain goals: 1) not to upset the apple cart of their belief system; 2) to upset the apple cart of their belief system; 3) to publish; 4) to validate someone else’s conclusions and 5) to actually reveal as much as possible what can be known about a subject.&lt;br /&gt;Research today is more circular than seeking of a Primary or Secondary sources (which in many cases requires much time and effort). The circular only requires one to quote what others have already said quoting another, etc. without wondering where the quotes came from to begin with. Many times if one source checks an article in the newspaper or in a term paper one will find they quoting redundant sources. Darwin’s theory is much like this – most who accept it as fact – are doing so based on someone else calling it a fact – when in reality Darwin himself said he could never prove his theory and no one else has either.&lt;br /&gt;Thus where are we going with the idea of all of this above and ‘Surface People?’ We started with the scholars of the past – men of letters – who dug deep into the soil of their respective topics – exchanged their information with others – and were always willing to add new knowledge and information where they could find it – accepting that which made common sense and rejected that which did not. They understood that no one knows what is under the surface until they look – and that in all cases they must look before drawing any conclusions. They understand two people can look under the same rock and see many different things – thus they would start by agreeing on what they both see – and then dig deeper to see what the other saw that they did not. Somehow this type of scholarship has faded from the relevant world of today.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we’ve what I call ‘Surface People’ – those who neither look nor care what’s under the surface or under the rock. They only go on what others tell them and when they pretend at reporting or scholarship they use watercolors or chalk on cement pavements. These are the quote ‘Brenda Starr’s’ of today – pretending to be what they’re not – without any liability for what they report. Interestingly most never follow up on their stories and find out what really happened and seek to make corrections where others can see.&lt;br /&gt;These ‘surface people’ are found in all walks of life (actually more dead than alive) unwilling to learn or change based on new information – when they say, “I’ve all I need!” These are the ones who really don’t know or understand their professions or their responsibilities other than to know to appear altruistic while guessing and fumbling others lives. These are the ones who the public see – day-in-day-out and somehow they become acceptable – like the napkin next to the fork on a set table. They get away because like them most others don’t care about ‘old news’ and if any errors were made in the processing of events of the day.&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who ruin the lives of others! But since the current system is full of these people – (they say the average reader in the US today is about at a 5th grade level) – and most haven’t read a non-fiction book in years – and outside of TV – video games – going to the Mall and hanging out with peers – nothing else matters. This transcends into all ages just different hangouts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Moral and ethical accountability is basically dead in this nation, i.e. Penn State of today – college kids rioting for all the wrong reasons! Yes something has been done – but too little too late for those who’ve been injured for the rest of their lives&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6"&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt;. Decision-making in the ruining of another’s life based on incomplete information – splashing it all over the media – without accountability is rampant and the effects are equally damaging with the advent of the Internet – and that while a person can be completely innocent – the Internet never seems to tell that or have that updated information – thus something will and can haunt someone as long as another is willing to search the net to find old news – never corrected – again they (the person searching and the postings) act in spite to hurt this person over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Surface People write the manuals for school – determine the laws for the land – change the existing codes for ethics – and for the most part have never done any homework to validate whether what they’re doing is beneficial to the greater number – as long as those who are around them or vote for them like what they’ve done. Surface people ignore those who either work for them (usage of terms here – one can work for someone or with someone – those working with each other seem to accomplish more than those working for another) or with them. They don’t want to hear that something doesn’t make sense as long as it feels good to them (rhetoric is used to make the people feel good).&lt;br /&gt;What can one do about ‘Surface People?’ Most can do nothing – these people are tenured or considered either not worth the effort (to sue or otherwise hold accountable) or just not affecting enough people to do anything – and anyway it was yesterday’s news or report. Those who care about doing something find the system of laws and answering systems so flawed that nothing can be accomplished without great frustration and time investment. Most lawyers don’t want to do anything within their community to upset the apple cart unless it’ll gain them more fame and fortune. Of course if one of the surface people hit on the wrong person at the right time with the wrong information – then watch out. If someone has the time and monetary resources then something will and can be done.&lt;br /&gt;Why even write this essay? Sometimes the frustration of where our nation and culture are headed seems endlessly doomed to failure. Maybe by turning on one light at a time – there might be a difference made to protect someone – somewhere in the future. Maybe there’s a caravan which will carry ‘letters’ to others who care and share a similar interest as in the days when ‘letters’ were the only means of transmission of information – and the information valuable enough to influence culture and lives in a positive way. Deep thinking is needful in each and every person – to know what’s right and what’s wrong for them! Going under the surface – digging deep – not accepting generalities in place of true information of value is needed for each individual. Turning off the TV, Video Game, going to the Mall – or whatever – to take a serious look at who one is – and what positive effect they can and should have on others.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusions are only right for me – not for another – I can express how I achieved my knowledge and why and how I did my homework and continue to do so, but the other still has to do their own. I’ve friends (many of them) who don’t believe as I do but respect my understandings. I respect theirs – and their ability to come to the conclusions they’ve arrived at. We find what we see the same – and then look at what the other sees – sometimes finding a melding and sometimes the differences continue. Each has to be able to do this with confidence in their life – and not the lack of confidence of a surface person – who’s lacking even the basic clues of ethics and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; H. Idris Bell and T.C. Skeat, 1935. &lt;a href="http://www-user.uni-bremen.de/~wie/Egerton/BellSkeat2.html"&gt;"Papyrus and its uses"&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a title="British Museum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Museum"&gt;British Museum&lt;/a&gt; pamphlet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a title="Greek language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; ἰδέα idea "idea" + γράφω grafo "to write"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; Catherine Soanes; Angus Stevenson; Sara Hawker, ed (29 March 2006). Concise Oxford English Dictionary (Computer Software) (11th ed.). Oxford University Press. pp. Entry mnemonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; Many have a problem with this finding or conclusion in that without a belief in eternal things or that of a Heavenly Father or his Son Jesus Christ – much of the early Theological writings accorded to the Prophets is usually dismissed. Personally I know writings which go back to at least 3000BC and information on others which were already a thousand years old at the time of the Shabako Stone’s discovery. Both the Bible and the Book of Mormon testify of early writings and records which were kept from the time of Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; Common sense has always been the most important aspect of understand truth. If it doesn’t make common sense most likely it isn’t true. Common sense is simply and not complicated and everything which is true can be broken down to its simplest parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" title="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2406099629892770072#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6"&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt; Sexual abuse goes with a person as long as they live – each time a news event uncovers another such event – the events of their life flash back in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4066991251897834188?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4066991251897834188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4066991251897834188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4066991251897834188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4066991251897834188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/surface-people.html' title='“Surface People”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9VUZDaHTjk/Ts0-3wqxDcI/AAAAAAAADac/RyHcCTFOgFI/s72-c/0aa20110624%2B340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-8284663779253733886</id><published>2011-11-23T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:58:28.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Warm Heart”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qfmz_v1nBk/Tszt6id6mSI/AAAAAAAADaE/hJXI-mTlmpQ/s1600/0aaa20110618%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678174820147829026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qfmz_v1nBk/Tszt6id6mSI/AAAAAAAADaE/hJXI-mTlmpQ/s400/0aaa20110618%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A Warm Heart”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindred spirits each&lt;br /&gt;time spent to know&lt;br /&gt;those close and far&lt;br /&gt;instantly to engage&lt;br /&gt;sharing ever much&lt;br /&gt;as if just to touch&lt;br /&gt;history newest page&lt;br /&gt;removing any bar&lt;br /&gt;together they grow&lt;br /&gt;a warm heart each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-8284663779253733886?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8284663779253733886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=8284663779253733886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8284663779253733886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8284663779253733886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/warm-heart.html' title='“A Warm Heart”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qfmz_v1nBk/Tszt6id6mSI/AAAAAAAADaE/hJXI-mTlmpQ/s72-c/0aaa20110618%2B054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-8297874488298078847</id><published>2011-11-22T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:56:25.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Desert Winds”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DD1JVfbvE/TsxSxzbFkiI/AAAAAAAADZ4/o3UOP63n0NE/s1600/0aa10-22-11%2Bwaves%2Band%2Bsky%2527s%2Bboday%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678004245778240034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DD1JVfbvE/TsxSxzbFkiI/AAAAAAAADZ4/o3UOP63n0NE/s400/0aa10-22-11%2Bwaves%2Band%2Bsky%2527s%2Bboday%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Desert Winds”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/23/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulling memories hum&lt;br /&gt;a lilting hollow sound&lt;br /&gt;darkness’s first capture&lt;br /&gt;brilliant star diamonds&lt;br /&gt;attracting ones attention&lt;br /&gt;but then the humming&lt;br /&gt;a lilting hollow sound&lt;br /&gt;drifting endless miles&lt;br /&gt;heard only by a few&lt;br /&gt;strangers wandering&lt;br /&gt;un-lost in the night&lt;br /&gt;skeletons of the past&lt;br /&gt;desert winds traversing&lt;br /&gt;a lilting hollow sound&lt;br /&gt;lulling memories hum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-8297874488298078847?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/8297874488298078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=8297874488298078847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8297874488298078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/8297874488298078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/desert-winds.html' title='“Desert Winds”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8DD1JVfbvE/TsxSxzbFkiI/AAAAAAAADZ4/o3UOP63n0NE/s72-c/0aa10-22-11%2Bwaves%2Band%2Bsky%2527s%2Bboday%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4387276875232744446</id><published>2011-11-22T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:55:55.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Politically Incorrect"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoOn3TLFLI/TsxSpJ3GrbI/AAAAAAAADZs/R5ouBzicL_A/s1600/0aa20110624%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678004097182510514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoOn3TLFLI/TsxSpJ3GrbI/AAAAAAAADZs/R5ouBzicL_A/s400/0aa20110624%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;: FW: Battle Hymn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most beautiful versions of the Battle Hymn I have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all the people that I forward this to will in turn forward to their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatdanepro.com/Battle%20Hymn/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Click here: Battle Hymn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Politically Incorrect”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/22/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one references truth&lt;br /&gt;singing out in full voice&lt;br /&gt;high schooler’s and youth&lt;br /&gt;combined in faith to rejoice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picturing the Holy Bible too&lt;br /&gt;the Capital Building there&lt;br /&gt;with the White House tree&lt;br /&gt;all nations able to share;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically incorrect to see&lt;br /&gt;passing this onward for all&lt;br /&gt;telling each why they’re free&lt;br /&gt;then to hear the eternal call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4387276875232744446?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4387276875232744446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4387276875232744446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4387276875232744446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4387276875232744446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/politically-incorrect.html' title='&quot;Politically Incorrect&quot;'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoOn3TLFLI/TsxSpJ3GrbI/AAAAAAAADZs/R5ouBzicL_A/s72-c/0aa20110624%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-7537525669662006732</id><published>2011-11-21T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:46:18.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“It is Written”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_A6R-dBedQ/Tsrw1LUnp0I/AAAAAAAADZg/7NnrsCPD0AQ/s1600/0aa20111110%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677615076616939330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_A6R-dBedQ/Tsrw1LUnp0I/AAAAAAAADZg/7NnrsCPD0AQ/s400/0aa20111110%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“It is Written”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/22/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is written and clear&lt;br /&gt;clarion as the light&lt;br /&gt;yet many discern not&lt;br /&gt;muddy water bitter&lt;br /&gt;harsh in their clarity&lt;br /&gt;taking no quarter&lt;br /&gt;giving no excuses&lt;br /&gt;a plowboy to read&lt;br /&gt;those willing to heed&lt;br /&gt;it is written and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 15:21 But as it is written, To whom he was not spoken of, they shall see: and they that have not heard shall understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-7537525669662006732?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/7537525669662006732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=7537525669662006732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7537525669662006732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/7537525669662006732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-written.html' title='“It is Written”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_A6R-dBedQ/Tsrw1LUnp0I/AAAAAAAADZg/7NnrsCPD0AQ/s72-c/0aa20111110%2B031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-5946818720550704571</id><published>2011-11-20T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:01:49.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Contrary”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZmR9Gyh0qw/TsmG2O2utRI/AAAAAAAADZU/xHg-45Rkrxo/s1600/0aa20111110%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677217071535928594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZmR9Gyh0qw/TsmG2O2utRI/AAAAAAAADZU/xHg-45Rkrxo/s400/0aa20111110%2B086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Contrary”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/21/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it of the Father&lt;br /&gt;the Scriptures simply&lt;br /&gt;yet men/women change&lt;br /&gt;thinking truth does also&lt;br /&gt;mixing with philosophy&lt;br /&gt;teaching to intelligence&lt;br /&gt;wealth and the powerful&lt;br /&gt;ignoring what’s there&lt;br /&gt;serving not the Lord&lt;br /&gt;only serving themselves&lt;br /&gt;contrary to the honest&lt;br /&gt;or the hearts of the simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-5946818720550704571?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/5946818720550704571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=5946818720550704571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5946818720550704571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/5946818720550704571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/contrary.html' title='“Contrary”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZmR9Gyh0qw/TsmG2O2utRI/AAAAAAAADZU/xHg-45Rkrxo/s72-c/0aa20111110%2B086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-985263854056798486</id><published>2011-11-19T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:26:15.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Real Intent”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXkKUAc5Nrs/TshXMwXXx0I/AAAAAAAADZI/VL9l4fzUNKE/s1600/0aa20111110%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676883206953486146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXkKUAc5Nrs/TshXMwXXx0I/AAAAAAAADZI/VL9l4fzUNKE/s400/0aa20111110%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Real Intent”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/20/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pray&lt;br /&gt;how do we do so&lt;br /&gt;carefully wording&lt;br /&gt;or carelessly done&lt;br /&gt;with real intent&lt;br /&gt;or without meaning&lt;br /&gt;each Sabbath Day&lt;br /&gt;must we ponder&lt;br /&gt;as such wonder&lt;br /&gt;to communicate&lt;br /&gt;with Father&lt;br /&gt;via the Son&lt;br /&gt;with real intent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-985263854056798486?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/985263854056798486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=985263854056798486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/985263854056798486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/985263854056798486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/real-intent.html' title='“Real Intent”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXkKUAc5Nrs/TshXMwXXx0I/AAAAAAAADZI/VL9l4fzUNKE/s72-c/0aa20111110%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-1655138196566496549</id><published>2011-11-18T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:05:38.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Then Heirs”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSKUTu5KdfY/Tsbyx9uGaZI/AAAAAAAADY8/LveM3df4hHw/s1600/0aa20111110%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676491320542521746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSKUTu5KdfY/Tsbyx9uGaZI/AAAAAAAADY8/LveM3df4hHw/s400/0aa20111110%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Then Heirs”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/19/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly so ignored&lt;br /&gt;just words unknown&lt;br /&gt;struck from Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;left alone not read&lt;br /&gt;but yet they exist&lt;br /&gt;where all can read&lt;br /&gt;within the Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;simple truths shown&lt;br /&gt;sadly so ignored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-1655138196566496549?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/1655138196566496549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=1655138196566496549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1655138196566496549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/1655138196566496549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/then-heirs.html' title='“Then Heirs”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSKUTu5KdfY/Tsbyx9uGaZI/AAAAAAAADY8/LveM3df4hHw/s72-c/0aa20111110%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-9052066649165311129</id><published>2011-11-17T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:44:54.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Refined”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPZAQNzq4No/TsWqgheR3zI/AAAAAAAADYw/VqwxoBq7epE/s1600/0aa20111110%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676130381088284466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPZAQNzq4No/TsWqgheR3zI/AAAAAAAADYw/VqwxoBq7epE/s400/0aa20111110%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Refined”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/18/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried away in the mist&lt;br /&gt;mind thoughts drifting&lt;br /&gt;seeking the very best&lt;br /&gt;pearls of great value&lt;br /&gt;precious stones aplenty&lt;br /&gt;carefully chosen beauty&lt;br /&gt;each placed carefully&lt;br /&gt;within the mind secure&lt;br /&gt;memories so treasured&lt;br /&gt;memories so measured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-9052066649165311129?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/9052066649165311129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=9052066649165311129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9052066649165311129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/9052066649165311129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/refined.html' title='“Refined”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPZAQNzq4No/TsWqgheR3zI/AAAAAAAADYw/VqwxoBq7epE/s72-c/0aa20111110%2B042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-4303832754193369617</id><published>2011-11-17T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:31:42.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Talking With”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0joLmfO7L5M/TsVvKrrFyjI/AAAAAAAADYk/HXR0sAZFgkA/s1600/SCOTT%2B-%2BThe%2BLake%2Band%2BThe%2BDucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676065134683212338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0joLmfO7L5M/TsVvKrrFyjI/AAAAAAAADYk/HXR0sAZFgkA/s400/SCOTT%2B-%2BThe%2BLake%2Band%2BThe%2BDucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Talking With”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/17/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading stories or telling&lt;br /&gt;seeking responses full&lt;br /&gt;adventures upon it all&lt;br /&gt;each an individual to see&lt;br /&gt;here in the peace of love&lt;br /&gt;sharing thoughts plenty&lt;br /&gt;a child talking with ducks&lt;br /&gt;or any animal found&lt;br /&gt;friends now so bound&lt;br /&gt;listening – understanding&lt;br /&gt;their world of innocents&lt;br /&gt;which they invite us in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-4303832754193369617?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/4303832754193369617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=4303832754193369617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4303832754193369617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/4303832754193369617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/talking-with.html' title='“Talking With”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0joLmfO7L5M/TsVvKrrFyjI/AAAAAAAADYk/HXR0sAZFgkA/s72-c/SCOTT%2B-%2BThe%2BLake%2Band%2BThe%2BDucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2406099629892770072.post-6066927730423941772</id><published>2011-11-17T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:30:57.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Minstrel’s Apprentice”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ270uPtvtM/TsVu_FRJAeI/AAAAAAAADYY/h2DLKA1Fa30/s1600/S%2526T%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bpiano%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676064935395262946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ270uPtvtM/TsVu_FRJAeI/AAAAAAAADYY/h2DLKA1Fa30/s400/S%2526T%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bpiano%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Minstrel’s Apprentice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cji&lt;br /&gt;11/17/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting to play a melody&lt;br /&gt;something sweetly calm&lt;br /&gt;enchanting the air about&lt;br /&gt;inviting others to join;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes the apprentice&lt;br /&gt;sitting by my side quiet&lt;br /&gt;till invited to join with me&lt;br /&gt;playing notes of harmony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2011 – cji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2406099629892770072-6066927730423941772?l=dailypoems1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/feeds/6066927730423941772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2406099629892770072&amp;postID=6066927730423941772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6066927730423941772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2406099629892770072/posts/default/6066927730423941772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailypoems1.blogspot.com/2011/11/minstrels-apprentice.html' title='“Minstrel’s Apprentice”'/><author><name>cji</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwE4znvkC6s/SOb2T2nUURI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nu3WzlfVN_A/S220/flamingsword100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ270uPtvtM/TsVu_FRJAeI/AAAAAAAADYY/h2DLKA1Fa30/s72-c/S%2526T%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bpiano%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
