Poems & Selections

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

When I am called to duty, God whenever
flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age.
Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some older person from the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout, and quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling and give the best in me, to guard my neighbor and protect his property.
And if according to my fate I am to lose my life, please bless with your protecting hand my children and my wife.

May Christ support us all the day long, till the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and holy rest and peace at the last. Amen.
By Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. […]
by Jodi Picoult This is what I like about photographs, they’re proof that once, even just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Those we love don’t go away, They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near; Still loved, still missed, & always dear.