There is only one way to love you

There is only one way to love you.

                In short there is only one way to love you or me, and I don’t want to be loved with just one simple soft touch; the way where you touch me for the short and leave me cold standing there to find myself!    Now take me with you! On a journey to far off places in your heart, hold my hand, hold it so hard and never let me forget that you are here, let me feel the very love I came for is the love that I had got.    

No meager kisses; just to get my attention! Who do you; think you are?  To leave me out in the rain, standing at attention waiting (no answer came; I was dismayed)                for I have loved you and have given my soul! Although I nay not look for your repayment;

Because this! This dear! My dear! . . . . Were more than just you giving a simple hand shake agreement;     this was our one and only covenant! 

Us vowing a lifetime of true spiritual love; and commitment before God and before man.

I am afraid there is no other way to love !! ! !

                Our love was not filled with fluffy white stuff!  Or holds the taste of bitter wine, our love  was grown from the very hand of God Himself;  the kind of things that makes time a mockery, but our love still aged like aged wine And it did that with the very blood that flow within our hearts and our dance came from the drum beat, and the melody of the synchronized passion, straight and harmony from the angels sinning hallelujah in heaven above. (They do this when there is Godly love and man partakes)   

Don’t hold me at such distance! And make me feel as like a stranger:  Pull me close; so close, so that neither wind nor storm can come between us and move us apart;

It is in your very own vow! The very words that you had spoken! In which God holds you true to, it is the testament that has consummated the only way to truly love!       

 Love me with all your passion, with   purpose, with need, with want, with all that can be found within and without;

 And I will promise to you, that you will never be short in my promises as my life is before God and man and I  do not hold myself to anything less but to all the more as my Father God permits.             He  holds me to be abound to virtue, to discipline, to order and His every word, which holds no earthly consequence but I will be judged in the heavenly courts, if my work of justly love to you is not fulfilled.

 I lift my heart, my very soul, my love to my king and ask him for strength, and the power that only comes with focus, discipline, and heavenly order, wisdom, and understanding;  (these things we should always ask for in the words of Proverbs sing)  as I repent daily from my sins.    So that our love is always renewed again and again;   my dearest love this is the only way to love!

And if by chance you should find another way to fill this heavenly order of love, I am the one who professes to love you with heart and soul, therefore accept my open nest to put pride aside and not make it our obstacle.

But God has not left me weak as you man or without discernment, as we pool our love, to make good advice or guide us in spirit and the truth together

So that when our walk changes, we may walk in that direction strong in the word of God.  Putting Him first! And allowing  as our Father God lead our way.

  That my love is the only way to love.       

By GtW  o1-13-2o1o

You just hurt me when you went by

         This is and old poem that I wrote awhile ago which showed actual controversy I had going on,  why I stayed away from churches;  but the great surprise was that there were churches who would read is poem and then ask to use it to bring back some of their lost.    They just could not get enough of this poem and they would ask to use it to bring people back home into the fold; "The poem Hugs welcomes you home Dianne "  smile because :-) God's arms is open wide.         He has not turned His back on the whole world yet!   and when He does where will you be?  I hope you would be in church.    I hope you be loyal to the cause  of Jesus Christ and kept yourself separated from those are against the Father is the giver of life? to be separated from the Father is death that hurts the saviour Jesus Christ.        I remember when and where I stood back then;    an out cast helpless in a world of sin,  did not know where I was going but so ashamed of the place I had been.       Watching the whole world pass me by, seeing that no one cared enough to invite me home and break bread like the disciples did with the savour Jesus.        Now while I lay there In a pool of my own blood,  Christ said no and showed the ultimate love,  saved my life while He allowed them to take His very own.      The very purest of men,  God from heaven came to bare the cross and save all mortal man.     He lifted me and gave me life again in spite of how men may have treated me, His order stands tall and true,  love is not about you but about the things I ask you to.          Now lets all take a different view invite the homeless to your home as you would a friend then God's true love can start a new.        Here is the deal sit back and enjoy the poem maybe somewhere in there you will find a little you.  I love you and write because I am told to.    GtW

Hugs

Here I am standing

My arms at my side

Puffing and blowing

Yet ready to cry

I am the least of your

Neighbors

In a small broken down shack

My front door I can’t open

So I enter from the back

I’ve been living alone here

For more than seven years

I saw when you moved in

I really didn’t care

I know where your church is

Just up the road

You never said anything to me

Not even hello

So what if I am real grumpy

And my life is full of sin

And yes I am a little smelly

But that’s the way I have been

Maybe if you had approached me

And treated me like a man

Maybe I would drop my guard

Then I would shake your hand

With just a little effort 

Then God’s love can begin

If you say you love Jesus!

Then hug the lesser man

By GtW 1o-22-o3 cc

God uses the people in the Bible in our lives again and again. He replants there good deposit in our live we should use it for Him.  1Corinthians 7:20-24 All are called

The ripen Tomatoes

To laborers in God’s kingdom

We thank you for your heart of gold

You work so hard behind the seen

To get us all nice and clean

Your life is hard this much is true

But I am so glad you know,

 That God has called you

Your earthly rewards is a smile or two

From all God’s work you chose to do

You never complain! Maybe now and then

But for those who know you

You are heaven sent

And for all the tasks that you take

It is our turn

To say we appreciate

Although there are times

This task we have failed to do

Deep in our hearts we also know

You! Are forgiving too

Keep on doing the thing you always do

There are so many lost souls depending on you

Just to say something of great encouragement

The bible talks of your relentless persistence

You are like ripen tomatoes

That God had picked

The job you do

Please never quit

And when you are dried

And all decayed

God still uses you

He replants the seeds

By GtW o6-o2-2oo2

The planting of a seed

        It was Bella’s turn to tell her story and just like that she started to cry.        She said you would not believe you if I told you but this story is absolutely true and I am afraid that if I tell you, well you may all think my crazy.

          I was a young girl at the time, working in a vineyard that belonged to my father, life was the sweetest that I could every remember;       my father was a very large man and his hands was just as soft and pure woven silt, I loved father and when he would call me he would say ( in a very heavy voice Bella, Bella Dana, then He said once more Bella Dana Del-rosa Galgatha; my sweet Bella!

          And I would run to him and he would just hold me as if there were no tomorrow, his hands of silk would hold my cheeks and he would kiss me on my forehead,  I was loved and knew it.    I had decided then that I would keep my heart for the man with hands like my father and a huge heart that could wrap around me and keep me safe and I would have no fear that I would be left of abandoned to fight on my own..            So I grew to be the beautiful Bella that my father loved so well and he cared for my mother and me with all of his heart; He worked the field so hard and made us rich not needing for anything.           Then one day my father was just out with the other who he had hired and he was no more;  they brought him from the fiend and they were all crying we all loved my father he was so good to all the people he met and that knew him.    I could tell you of stories when he saved others and was about to give his very own life so they could live, and the time he was in the mountain searching for weeks over this lam that we had who had a limp and did not walk well,  he was out there in the cold and he cried when she died giving birth.       But he looked up to God and said Father I thank you for this blessing and I trust you and whatever was done I guess you had to allow  my crooked sweetheart to die and give us her new born, Thank you lord then we prayed.   

          I somehow knew that father was going to go and leave us because he always told me and mom that your tears are not for when I am gone they are for the strength in knowing that God ‘s love and mercy will always keep you strong.      God is good all the time be watchful and pay mind.

          I lived some and Mother she got weak and fell while gathering wood in the storm one night and caught the death of a cold and pneumonia took her from me and just like father said my tears made me strong knowing God’s mercy and love.        I left that old country side and went to the city,  took some classes in growing grapes and making wine, back to my roots when in class father sat right there with me and it was great.   I met a young man that just had a passion I had never seen before and the funny thing his hands were like silk!    We would talk for hours and I would listen to him as I would to father then he would smile and look up to the sky as he said thank you father in a soft voice.       Well he had to go to his home on an emergency, from the way he said goodbye I had the feeling that I would never see him again, two and a half years to the day I went back to my home and visited family and friends as the festive occasions started I felt a joy knowing that father was here and I sat just out of reach but near enough to see.       Then a young man came and sat next to me with his head down and asked if she was well while she was away and well taken care of and I said yes it was as if my father was there too and I met someone who made life worth it all.      Then I look up and saw it was Philippe the young man who I spent all that time with and I smiled.     I have a confession to you,  I was told to be there for you at all times and I was taught very well by your Father he loved me as a son,  then One day he made me promise to be like an angel to you and he paid for everything for me before he died, so you see that is why we got along so well,  but one thing more he did not tell me that he also planted the seed of love in my heart for you and he made me the man he was and that is what I had come to learn you were in love with your father maybe not me and I had to come back to tend to the vineyard as I had promised , I am so sorry my dear lady.

          I then told him I was in love with the man he was not my father the seed grew and there stood before me was what I had been looking for,  even in death my father was looking out for his Bella  Dana Del-rosa Galgatha the daughter he loved so much.    And I know it was the mercies of God that His prayers were answered.

A piece not yet completed but shows how love can transcend time and space to reach the fourth and fifth generations of a man’s heart and love for God that will cover his family .

By GtW  o1-13-11  

was not ready to work

 

OK I have to because it was my job, I took out the trash I paid some bills.  This time I ran without you, it was kind of cold but I am not going into that nothing you could have bloody well done for me at that time and I might have seemed like a snort nose kid so lets just erase that and not even put it there I called what maybe severn times and who was not on the other end of the line you.   I just want to know why?  I love you dear and it just wont happen again that's right mister,  come here give me your phone there this Price of thing is at its highest,  I have meetings and that would not be appropriate and do I give a you know what you may go where are you going?  breaks kiss, kiss who loves you?  Hello kiss, kiss who loves you and that is how you treat the man and the Dog gets something at least to play with you took mine away the second night.  Later that evening . . . My keys none of them work I wander why you see you see that is why I do not like to give men too much of the you know what then they get strong and fight back got to keep them weak and then you can control OK ladies NO! ! ! this is not the way I have seen true love that last forever and there is spice mmmm that is spicy meat balls like the old times.

                     Now you know that I love to give you something that mellows you out and made me think love you always.
just something I put together after my friend told me.


Depressed

I know of a cold, dark, crooked, hallway,

That always yells out my name.

Each day I open up my eyes,

I see it once again.

It is like a dreaded mystery,

That somehow has got me insane.

This depression it covers me,

And fills my heart with pain.

 Behind the door I patiently wait,

  My ears I cover from shear fright.

I listen to its transient steps,

Each and every lonely night.   

 Why does it stay with me all day?

 Why doesn’t it just go away?

Is it something that I did?

Or something that I need to put away?

There is a smile upon my face, but inside I’m filled with fear,

So I walk around pretending that it isn’t there.

Each time I move my hands from my ears,

Its screams; makes me chill!

I can’t believe that I am the only one who hears and feels like this all day!

What is this thing all about?

I hope you know, please help me out!

Let me know what should be done

This thing just isn’t fun

So sitting here without one clue

I guess there is only one thing to do

To lay this burdens all aside

And towards Jehovah God make my stride

Written by G.t.W  o3-1o-o5 cc

More Than just Words: The Road is clear

More Than just Words: The Road is clear
I often look out as far to see what I can Identify but sometimes it is the same old thing, nothing wow I get nothing, no matter how high the pitch or how low the same sound keeps cominmg the echo of my own voice I wont stop because one day I will get back my very own children who I lost .

How can we do this and sleep well?

This is just, the simple truth!

Man is absentminded; he is carelessness, and his greed is felt by beast and man alike and can be seen all over; the affect that it has today is alarming.   It scars me I hope a tomorrow comes, but this just did not start yesterday, it started many years back.

This is a condor’s tale.  The Condor and others birds of its type have opened up and given grace to man and allowed to share the skies with man; but no one give man anything man takes whatsoever he desires.  He has made a mess of the world;  and the condor did not have a  voice, his has no opinion he is not heard in congress yet still a close relative holds his head high and sits on the flag which stood for something at one time;  Not now we have these flags in offices and Judges and captains of large military ships.         People say who is he again?  No one knows his he will never see or be in the office from which he held so proudly.  There are no songs being song about his; it brings tears to my eyes to see him now      He is but a whisper to those who made their promise to the people back home we will not let our state bird go quietly into the night, so I will tell you this true story. A friend of mine told me while I was sitting on a stool in the darkest part of a bar one night so now listen well because I dare not repeat myself.

The Flight of the Condor

It is now morning and just before the break of dawn; the majestic bird stretches his wings, at the top of his now, manmade nest on the top of a large high power pole.  His chest erected, as he looks out over the horizon for the last time.

      As memory serves, he flies long and high on the hot currents of air.  This is a creature that has evolved and understands that he must rise earlier to make his position clear! Because he now competes with his only adversary man, who has learned the art of his greatness, “The Flight”, even though his wings were shaped and fashioned by the Almighty God, Jehovah himself, for the act of flight of which he is king and the very reason for his existence.

      Now! As he soars above the world, he noticed the air he breathes is heavy with toxic odor and there is a mist that obscures his view and where it was effortless for him to glide, he feels sluggish and his world is dim.

     

        He speaks as he does from time to time, but with each sound he makes, he notices that it sounds like desperate cries for help.  Yet because of his nature he stays on course, fulfilling that which God has called him for and man expects and he gives no less.  And yes he forges in flight and makes his rounds high almost into outer space.  The creature holds true to his forefathers and brings them great joy.

      He looks down and see his prey, miles off in the distance, then without hesitation, he pulls his wings in close to his side and makes himself a missile, then plunges to earth.  Then unsuspecting morsel is transformed into the substance that gives him life.

      He then repositions himself but he struggles to regain flight.  Note! That the world he now knows is not at all the way the ancient stories told and passed on to him through the ancestry, in his genes.  He can no longer rely on his instinct, he has to learn by trial and error, he must forge new ways to survive or die, and he must now adapt! He must kill or be killed, he must try to live the way man has restructured his world.  He must now learn new ways that makes no sense to him and his kind.  He is on the verge of extinction and he knows it, for he has seen his brothers die.   But isn’t he king of his world? And if he cannot take flight and continue to soar then before too long they all will die and be no more.   He has signed a contract with God to live as he has always done, just like his fathers before him, but man and his greed is smothering him with technology and he does not fit in the civilized world.   Unfortunately he does not bargain nor does wage war, he exists in his world and no matter how much he fights we can all see how he dies, we do not have to be fortunetellers.  But we all play a part, and it all brings an end to the flight of the Condor.  

By GtW 11-12-o7

The road traveled

Notes for the road traveled

You are not without the greatness that your God has already bestowed opon you before your birth, He has looked into your future and and sort for your redemtion and sent the one who has also loved you before time; there is nothing that He has  forgotten He is God and if you trust Him, He will rise you above all challenges and you will be victorious in all things.
By GtW  1o-17-2o1o cc

Time traveler

I am but a traveler, traveling through time,

I must remain objective, I must watch the lines.

I must shake this world with every word that I write,

I must submit to Order or I will lose my steady stride.

There is no time for mistakes; this world does not forgive,

And has no time to be kind.

Don’t weep at what I have to bear;

Look behind you, there is you debate.

I am a time traveler I can deal with all that I have got;

Now here is some info, you are a time traveler too,

Or didn’t you know?

Now that you know,

I want to see how you play catch up?

            Before the time comes when you have to go;

HA, HA, HA, HA……… NOT FUNNY I KNOW!

By GtW 1o-19-2o1o

“The neighbor, the Friend” 

            The notion of being next to anyone today is a false fulfillment of what is considered as a community or parts there in.   Note! That we do not have eye contact anymore, we  would quickly pull out our I phone to tweeter our answers to something that displeases us and go right on walking even if while we were doing that we crossed the street and got nit by a bus.    What are we?  Can’t we see that we are putting in to our lives the very thing that will cause our destruction?

            Face it we need to have started open new relationships that we keep us thinking about life.              And looking into the past and the future and watch our growth;  it is from the interaction that makes the good, the bad and love, friendships that helps us to be people and to have the lives that means something.        It cannot all be work and no play for Jack we need the have places that settle in and have friends that we have known all of our life.   We don’t even have places that accommodate families up to the third generation

 Anymore!         Sad thing is that once the jobs are gone or there is a new mall death comes to the old area and we say that is life.     Well I do believe that we should say no and stand up we are life and we are friends and we can remember the times when and we should be saying I have known John or Mary for all our life.       We go into cities and stack ourselves on one another until depression settles in and that is the end of you.    Just something that I want to say!

BY Gtw Sat Dec 4