On this day, Mend a quarrel, Search out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss suspicion, and replace it with trust. Write a love letter.
Share some treasure. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth!!
Manifest your loyalty in a "word or deed".
Keep a "promise". Find the time. Forego a grudge. Forgive an enemy.
Listen. Apologize if you were wrong. Try to understand. Flout envy.
Examine your demands on "others". Think first of someone else.
Appreciate, be kind, be gentle, Laugh a little MORE.
Deserve confidence. Take up arms against malice. Decry complacency.
Express your graditude. Worship your God. Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love. Speak it again. Speak it still again. Speak it still once again.
(Author unknown)
In memory of Valerie Smelser, age 12 at her death, abused and murdered by her mother and boyfriend.........
https://sites.google.com/site/myinspirationalchild
Lord, why am I so used and abused
When my heart is honest and pure?
I try so hard to do my very best
I'm really being put to the test.
So many demanding, for their own gain,
While driving others totally insane.
I give my all each and every day,
Only for them to say,"Hey!!".
How much more am I to take,
When inside my heart breaks?
I am accused and blamed,
til my heart is sorely maimed.
I try to keep on going,
But at times my wounded heart is showing.
Seems no one really cares,
Just to continue to throw dares.
I want the best for everyone,
so they too, can continue to see the rising sun.
Lord, please help me to make it thru each day,
To always have a kind word to say.
To listen well with all my heart,
To be able to continue my work,
and always be a part.
Those who abuse,
Help them to understand,
They, too can change,
and become a part
and help mend a WOUNDED HEART.
Knightgale~2000(c)
When gazing at his baby picture, I sit here and wonder, no one had any way of knowing what life will bring him from day to day, now he sits is a small room long hrs each day, wondering what to do or say. He asks himself,oh what did I do, to deserve this?
Only a small child in an adult world, in awe and confusion of what they are saying. Now facing such sadness and depression, some days, thinking I just cannot go on, but somehow I must, for I did not do anything wrong, why won’t they believe me?, oh how I wish they would.
I have so many things I would love to do, go fly a kite on a windy day, wade the waters of the old neighborhood pond, stretch out on the grass and soak up the heavenly rays of God’s sunshine upon my face, chase butterflies and bugs, just for fun. Call a buddy and just go fishing for a while, or play some games, we talked about so often. Run in and out of the house, kissing my mother’s cheek on the way out, yelling over my shoulder how much I love her, and thanks for the money, to buy a burger and coke for my friend and me.
Just wondering what that would be like, but keeps me sane in this forsaken place…………….
Knightgale©2006
So many abused and maimed
when are people gonna see this shame,
Abused for years and seems never a repair,
children constantly in total despair.
Why do they NOT hear the cries in the nite,
and join us in this fight.
To protect the children we must do,
Please do not ask WHO
It is each of us that must carry on
and fight til this battle is won.
Too many have died, many have been lost
they paid with their lives, what a horrible cost.
So innocently they were born,
only to find themselves in total scorn.
God bless all little children, far and near,
help us to dry up the tears.
To make them whole and happy again,
God, please help us, Amen,
and again, Amen!
Knightgale(c)~2000
Only a “child”
The moon so high in the sky,
Holding secrets the courts still deny,
They know you are “only” a child,
Yet hold firm the sentences, while the world sighs.
No compassion, mercy is ever held,
While weeping alone in their private cells.
Mistakes made as a “child”,
While the courts still in denial
Charged as adult, no chance of parole
Holding this young life, with it forever on hold.
They dream of better tomorrows,
Only left in such desolate sorrows.
You can help change this destruction,
With education and a little instruction.
The next child could really be yours,
What will you do?, when you finally get the “score”?
Now is the time to speak out, & have no doubt,
Your voice is needed, for this child’s way out!!
Knightgale©2008
http://justicewinds.blogspot.com/
Living in fear for years, each day and breath would be their last.
Calling for help, tho no one would answer, only God's animal kingdom witnessed the horrific and barbaric abuse
they faced, with nowhere and no one to turn , no one listening , to keep them safe from harm.
The ultimate began as they were involved in the demise of their abusive father.
Now being finally released from the liken of a Pow camp, but finally free of abuse, tho
Upon being taken by authorites, another abusive life began, beyond their comprehension.
While in custody, a man appeared claiming to be interested in their case.
but not trusting as they were, not wanting, but giving up hope and life as they had experienced.
The saga began, this man beside them,
to defend them with all his strength and courage,
to fight for justice, for a life gone, such a life was not worth living.
This man gave them hope, courage, caring support beyond
measures untold, but most of all unconditional love,
something that was so strange to them,
How can this be ?
With yesterday gone, and the promises of a life anew,
finally in peaceful sleep, in the care of my brother.
Knightgale (c)2003 (Dedicated to "Neal and Jessie"/former attorney Tom Furth)
