tmcsea1

Some happy thoughts before bed. All kidding aside, its important to be kind to each other. We only hurt ourselves with unkind thoughts and actions. May God keep you all safe in our sleep and I wish you happy dreams.

Loki Loc: Georgia

Thank you.

L8erToots

Thank you.
If I may, I'll now share with you the bedtime prayer I always said growing up. It's a little different than the "standard" Lord's Prayer. I don't know who taught it to me; my Mom says she didn't, and I'm sure my athiest Dad didn't either (lol), but I believe it's guided me through my life and my children's lives too.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
When in the morning light I wake
Show me the path of love to take
Amen

tmcsea1

Oh, I love that, thank you so much for sharing. Bless you in your dreams.

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY

alex Loc: michigan now imperial beach californa

the one I learned was just slightly different
now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
if I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take

tmcsea1

Yes, that's the one I say at night

alex Loc: michigan now imperial beach californa

I don't think the pictures are going to make it but you can read the poem

Read to the end... Merry Christmas!


cid:X.MA1.1418937420@aol.com


A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
T***sforming the yard to a winter delight.





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The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So slumbered I,

and soon I started to dream.

cid:X.MA4.1418937420@aol.com


The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

cid:X.MA5.1418937420@aol.com

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Trooper, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked at me and smiled,
Standing to watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment. It's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said, "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."


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"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died in Europe on a day in December,"
Then he said,
"That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,



But my wife sends me pictures. He's sure got her smile.


Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and Blue American F**g.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of k*****g another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this f**g will not fall."


"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."


Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

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To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

PLEASE,
Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.

Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed
themselves for us.

no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun

I really like that version. We will have to share it with Pete and David.
Thanks

tmcsea1

Oh Alex, that was the most beautiful poem over! Have you posted it on the web. Every single person should read this. Thank you for such a beautiful Christmas gift. God bless you, merry Christmas

tmcsea1

Do you mind if I post this on Facebook

alex Loc: michigan now imperial beach californa

go ahead, it was sent to me this is an open forum so if it's posted here I figure it's for the public to see

tmcsea1

Fill your mind with good things.....