I want to write about something
It's there in my thoughts
It doesn't want to speak,
As my eyes see....
My mind completes the feeling
I have
Not from sound,but sight....
Like today
The sight of the lake
Like a blue glass
Trees of dark green
Birds in flight
Gliding towards the water....
As my eyes seen
I could hear the sights
That made me feel alive....
The call of the Canada geese
As they flocked together
Mallard ducks gliding across the water....
The small creeks trickling
Crystal clear water on their fall....
The boat slipping through the water
The paddles stirring currents
Of white waves
As we pushed forward....
Fishing poles in hand
With line and bobber
The line and worm
Being so silent....
To me it was beautiful
Nature at its best....
I can keep these sights
These sounds to myself
Do I have to pen these
On paper....
Or wait for more thoughts
To come to mind
Its not because I won't speak
Its because I listen......
Michael VanDyke @ 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Don't Worry
Don't worry Pops
Moms doing alright
She does miss you so.....
The days you two celebrated
They seem to be the hardest
To be alone......
Mom says to us all
To thank the Lord
For the days
We all had with you......
For don't sorrow the loss
Rejoice with memories
Also the thoughts......
Don't worry Pops
The kids are doing fine too.....
There are moments
When tears come to be
Its because they miss you
Because of the man you were......
God said it was your time
To share the goals
That are in heaven......
So don't worry Pops
We are all doing good
Even if we miss you so.......
Michael VanDyke
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The final farewell
All the trees of green
The plush grass like pillows
The silence of life
Only the breezes from the wind
The birds singing their song
I knew this was the place
... For the best man I ever knew
Be with your fellow "Mates" Pop
Enjoy your cruise on the ship
No battles to fight
No enemy to meet
Just your family
Your military and veteran brothers
And friends
Enjoy your peace Jim Huff
Grab your fishing pole
Pitch a tent
Go catch that "Whopper".......
Michael VanDyke @ 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Glory To God
Glory to the God of heaven
I hold to the testimony of Jesus
For he who has an ear,listen
I heard the roar of rushing waters
Loud peals of thunder
Shouting "HALLELUJAH"
"REJOICE",give him glory
Blessed are those who love Jesus
Of faithfulness and truth
For he is the King of Kings
The Lord of Lords
Our Savior ..........
I hold to the testimony of Jesus
For he who has an ear,listen
I heard the roar of rushing waters
Loud peals of thunder
Shouting "HALLELUJAH"
"REJOICE",give him glory
Blessed are those who love Jesus
Of faithfulness and truth
For he is the King of Kings
The Lord of Lords
Our Savior ..........
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
James
When I came to the end of my journey.
And I traveled my last weary mile.
Remember to smile.
Remember of the good things I've done.
Also remember I've had loads of fun.
Sometimes I fell by the way.
But remember I fought some hard battles.
And won.
Forget to grieve for my going.
I wouldn't have you sad for even a day.
But always remember the place where I lay.
Stand for a moment beside me.
As the sun slowly passes down.
Remember only my best.
I glance to the sky.
With music up above.
Jesus has prepared my room.
For my internal life to be.
I leave my footprints behind.
As I walk the trail a head .
With the sun showing off its colors.
Yellows oranges and reds.
Remember the joy,the laughter,
I gave you.
The comfort when you needed it the most.
I lived a good life.
With a million miles of memories.
For my family and friends,I say to you.
Grab one or two of these memories.
Put them in your pocket.
Smile and remember the good thoughts.
Thats how I want it to be.
There will be times when you will wish I was back.
Just remember this.
I'm in the other room.
The one God made for me.
By Michael VanDyke
And I traveled my last weary mile.
Remember to smile.
Remember of the good things I've done.
Also remember I've had loads of fun.
Sometimes I fell by the way.
But remember I fought some hard battles.
And won.
Forget to grieve for my going.
I wouldn't have you sad for even a day.
But always remember the place where I lay.
Stand for a moment beside me.
As the sun slowly passes down.
Remember only my best.
I glance to the sky.
With music up above.
Jesus has prepared my room.
For my internal life to be.
I leave my footprints behind.
As I walk the trail a head .
With the sun showing off its colors.
Yellows oranges and reds.
Remember the joy,the laughter,
I gave you.
The comfort when you needed it the most.
I lived a good life.
With a million miles of memories.
For my family and friends,I say to you.
Grab one or two of these memories.
Put them in your pocket.
Smile and remember the good thoughts.
Thats how I want it to be.
There will be times when you will wish I was back.
Just remember this.
I'm in the other room.
The one God made for me.
By Michael VanDyke
I dedicate this to my Pa' In Law.....We will miss you Pop! Love you too......
The Other Room
My Father called, and, I'm sorry I had to leave.
It's o.k. I know you love me when you grieve.
I'm now standing in glory with God, and that, you must believe.
There will be times when you'll wish I was back, but, just remember this:
I'm only in the other room,
The one my Master made for me.
I'm only in the other room,
That space in your hearts, you saved, just for me.
I'm only in the other room,
I love you each, as love should be.
There'll come a time, when we'll reunite...
It's in the other room.
by Brenda VanderWerff
The Other Room
My Father called, and, I'm sorry I had to leave.
It's o.k. I know you love me when you grieve.
I'm now standing in glory with God, and that, you must believe.
There will be times when you'll wish I was back, but, just remember this:
I'm only in the other room,
The one my Master made for me.
I'm only in the other room,
That space in your hearts, you saved, just for me.
I'm only in the other room,
I love you each, as love should be.
There'll come a time, when we'll reunite...
It's in the other room.
by Brenda VanderWerff
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Do You Cherish
The sun was rising over the hill,with a glow of warmth.The birds were singing,the deer bedding down for the day.
A slight breeze blowing through the tree tops,sang the song of a low whisper.
A movement from the cabin above,alerts the rabbits,they scatter towards the brush and trees!The door opens,a large figure appears.A man they call Jim.
He walks through through the doorway,stretching his arms over his head.Enjoying the morning air.
He walks down the mountain to see the city below.The traffic,the people hurrying to get to work!
Nobody stopping to enjoy the new day.
It probably doesn't matter anyway.Seeing all the concrete,wood,steel and asphalt!
As he looks,tears roll down his face.Turning away the tears stopped.
A smile returns to Jim's face,as he looks at the mountain with its trees,streams and animals.
Walking back to the cabin,he gets to the door and stops.His ears perk up,listening to the wind singing its early morning song.
Grabbing his fishing pole,he heads to the creek to catch his breakfast,of mountain trout.
Walking down the path that he is so familiar with,Jim spots an unusual object,laying in a pile of leaves.
Its a briefcase, of beautiful black with gold trim.
Jim being the curious one stopped to take a better look at it.He grabbed it and turned his head from side to side to look around,seeing if anybody was near by.
Seeing nobody Jim heads back to the cabin with briefcase in hand.Opening the door to go inside,Jim slides the briefcase under his bunk.
As he walks out the door to continue his fishing,his thoughts take him to the chore at hand,getting breakfast.
Jim baits up his fishing pole and casts a few times,to catch two nice fish for breakfast.
On the way back to his cabin Jim thinks to himself "I wonder whats in that briefcase"..? Getting to the cabin,he puts the thought of it out of his head and starts to clean his fish.
While Jim was doing his breakfast,his thoughts again were drifting to that briefcase under his bunk.
Even after the dishes were done up and the cleaning of the cabin,he kept thinking,"what could it hold inside".
Going to the bunk,Jim reaches down to grab the briefcase,but hesitates.
Turning around he heads to the fireplace to grab some coffee and pours himself a cup.
Walking outside towards a nearby tree,he thinks about the briefcase.
Whatever is in there,could change my life completely,do I really want that.
Looking down towards the city,Jim sees the hustle of the people,the traffic,noise and houses,houses so close together,they look as one!
Jim's mind clicks to a halt!!! I can't live like that,even if I had all the money in the world!
Walking away,Jim looks towards the the backwoods,"now that's where I want to be and what I want to do"!Seeing the eagles flying so freely,rabbits and other animals without fear,enjoying their days in the woods.
Yes,Jim says "This is what I want"!!!
Without a second thought,Jim goes back to the cabin,grabs the briefcase.He starts walking down the path towards the creek.Coming to the place he found the briefcase.Jim puts it back into the pile of leaves,turning his back to leave,without a second glance.
As his thoughts come to him,the first one was that he loved his life and the way he lived,he smiled.
Back at the cabin Jim starts his daily chores,hauling water,splitting wood and curing meat for his supper.
Later that evening,sitting on a tree stump,Jim looks up towards the sky.The stars were out,ever so bright,ever so plentiful.
The duties of his day were slipping away,making for a new tomorrow.Jim walks back into the cabin,putting lights out and going to bed.
Early the next morning,with the sun warming the air with its first rays,brings light into the cabin.
The door opens and Jim comes out with arms a stretching,smiling for the new day.
Picking up his fishing pole,Jim heads to his favorite creek,walking down the path without even a notice,passes the pile of leaves.
Which stood empty,with a few leaves blowing in the breeze................
Michael VanDyke @ 2012
A slight breeze blowing through the tree tops,sang the song of a low whisper.
A movement from the cabin above,alerts the rabbits,they scatter towards the brush and trees!The door opens,a large figure appears.A man they call Jim.
He walks through through the doorway,stretching his arms over his head.Enjoying the morning air.
He walks down the mountain to see the city below.The traffic,the people hurrying to get to work!
Nobody stopping to enjoy the new day.
It probably doesn't matter anyway.Seeing all the concrete,wood,steel and asphalt!
As he looks,tears roll down his face.Turning away the tears stopped.
A smile returns to Jim's face,as he looks at the mountain with its trees,streams and animals.
Walking back to the cabin,he gets to the door and stops.His ears perk up,listening to the wind singing its early morning song.
Grabbing his fishing pole,he heads to the creek to catch his breakfast,of mountain trout.
Walking down the path that he is so familiar with,Jim spots an unusual object,laying in a pile of leaves.
Its a briefcase, of beautiful black with gold trim.
Jim being the curious one stopped to take a better look at it.He grabbed it and turned his head from side to side to look around,seeing if anybody was near by.
Seeing nobody Jim heads back to the cabin with briefcase in hand.Opening the door to go inside,Jim slides the briefcase under his bunk.
As he walks out the door to continue his fishing,his thoughts take him to the chore at hand,getting breakfast.
Jim baits up his fishing pole and casts a few times,to catch two nice fish for breakfast.
On the way back to his cabin Jim thinks to himself "I wonder whats in that briefcase"..? Getting to the cabin,he puts the thought of it out of his head and starts to clean his fish.
While Jim was doing his breakfast,his thoughts again were drifting to that briefcase under his bunk.
Even after the dishes were done up and the cleaning of the cabin,he kept thinking,"what could it hold inside".
Going to the bunk,Jim reaches down to grab the briefcase,but hesitates.
Turning around he heads to the fireplace to grab some coffee and pours himself a cup.
Walking outside towards a nearby tree,he thinks about the briefcase.
Whatever is in there,could change my life completely,do I really want that.
Looking down towards the city,Jim sees the hustle of the people,the traffic,noise and houses,houses so close together,they look as one!
Jim's mind clicks to a halt!!! I can't live like that,even if I had all the money in the world!
Walking away,Jim looks towards the the backwoods,"now that's where I want to be and what I want to do"!Seeing the eagles flying so freely,rabbits and other animals without fear,enjoying their days in the woods.
Yes,Jim says "This is what I want"!!!
Without a second thought,Jim goes back to the cabin,grabs the briefcase.He starts walking down the path towards the creek.Coming to the place he found the briefcase.Jim puts it back into the pile of leaves,turning his back to leave,without a second glance.
As his thoughts come to him,the first one was that he loved his life and the way he lived,he smiled.
Back at the cabin Jim starts his daily chores,hauling water,splitting wood and curing meat for his supper.
Later that evening,sitting on a tree stump,Jim looks up towards the sky.The stars were out,ever so bright,ever so plentiful.
The duties of his day were slipping away,making for a new tomorrow.Jim walks back into the cabin,putting lights out and going to bed.
Early the next morning,with the sun warming the air with its first rays,brings light into the cabin.
The door opens and Jim comes out with arms a stretching,smiling for the new day.
Picking up his fishing pole,Jim heads to his favorite creek,walking down the path without even a notice,passes the pile of leaves.
Which stood empty,with a few leaves blowing in the breeze................
Michael VanDyke @ 2012
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