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Hi guys!! This is the topic to share your writing!! If you wish. Share a bit of your story, a short story, poems, etc. We would love to hear and comment l(; Thanks everyone!!!

Hi everyone(:
I would love to share a poem. <3

"God's Plan Stays"
Oh you, can't you see that no matter what others do God's plan will always be.
There's no secret code- no random chance;
For the Lord has already created a plan,
that you will soon see.
Oh ye Christian, why do you worry, and fret, and fear?
Howcome you keep confusing yourself so?
Can't you see?
Can't I see?
That God has a perfect plan for me.
I gave Him my life, my all.
He gave me His word; a sure promise of course!
He said he would carry me, and help me to the end.
He said He would be there to guide me ahead.
So why worry so about it today?
For the Lord God Jehovah is ALWAYS the same!! He will never change!
His Word stays the same!
He already has my plan; all I must do is keep hold on HIM!
BECAUSE GOD'S PLANS STAY!(;

Please excuse my horrible grammer skills. They are beyond bad tonight. Lol. I have been having a tough time with giving my worries up to the Lord so I wrote this(:
I hope it touches you in some way!!
God Bless(:
Thanks friends for the time! You mean so much!! :D

Awww, well thanks Jerrel! That means a lot!(:
And I sure will. :D

That was wonderful Mary Kate!!

Thanks Tamera!!:D

Seems like it might make a good blues song. I'll give it a try and let you know if it works.

Hahaha!! Ok!! Do it!!

Here's the blues version. I'll give it a whirl with the band and try to record it if it sounds okay.

"God's Plan Stays"

Oh can't you see
No matter what others do.

Oh can't you see
God's plan will always be.

For there's no secret code, no random chance.
The Lord has created a plan......
Just you wait and see.
--- --- ---
Oh you Christian man
Why do you fret and fear?

Oh my Christian friends
You just confuse yourselves.

Why can't you see God's perfect plan?
Why can't I see His plans.....
His perfect plans for me.
--- --- ---
I know I gave Him my life,
Yeah, I give Him my all.

And He gave me His word
A sure promise of life.

He said He would carry me
He said He would guide me ahead....

So why worry today.

Yeah the Lord God Jehovah is ALWAYS the same!
The Lord God Jehovah will never change!
His Word stays the same! He has my plan....

And God's plan stays.

FYI here's a video of us. We're gonna be back at this coffeehouse later this year, I forget when.

Oh that's awesome!!!!
Haha I never thought my poem could be turned into a jazz song!! Haha!
And y'all sound awesome!!!:D What part are you?

Mary Kate wrote: "Hi everyone(:
I would love to share a poem. <3

"God's Plan Stays"
Oh you, can't you see that no matter what others do God's plan will always be.
There's no secret code- no random chance;
For..."

Great poem :) I really like it.

Aww, thanks Caitlyn(;

I've written a few poems over the years. I put some of them on here... check them out if you'd like--- /story/list/...

I will check them out! I love poems!!!!! Thanks Aery!!!!(:

Sonnet XLVI: Some cheerful morning when night lifts the veil

Some cheerful morning when night lifts the veil,
And Springtime Sunlight opens up its eye;
Yet still the trees bear heavy Winter's gale,
Which is bleak and few birds fill up the sky.
Just like death, Winter shrouds all blooming flow'rs,
And Sunlight grows dim—icy rains do fall;
Snow quilts the fields in white for many hours,
Long after the last Autumn rose stands tall.
Still doth life carry on and Spring brings Hope,
Evidence of life bursting ev'rywhere;
All of the Snowfall melts from off the slope;
Leaves form and birds build up their nest with care.
Every Season will I thank God for,
And ev'ry blessing:—thank Thee evermore!


~Timothy~

Originally written 5 November, 2013.
© Timothy 28 May, 2014.

I am so near to getting publish'd, and I am excited. This is a glimpse of one of about 72��80 Sonnets and many, many other works that shall appear within my book or volumes. . . (( Please, do not plagiarize or use without giving due credit. Ask first, I pray thee. ))

Oh wow Timothy!!!!! That is so very very beautiful!!! I absolutely love it! Paints a vivid picture in my mind with such great descriptions!! So great!!(:
Thank you so much for sharing that! Very awesome! :D
Can't wait for you to be published!! Congratulations!! (: Let me know when you do and the name of the book- I plan to read it for sure!! Haha(:

O, my! I am delighted that thou likest this humble writing. . . :) Lord Willing, when I publish, I shall update thee about the name of the finish'd work, title, & the like for sure and for certain! :D

Haha. Awesome!! It will be great I know(:

This is a poem I wrote while in what Catholic's call Eucharistic Adoration, which is being in the presence of Christ in the form of the host (which Catholics believe to be the Body of Christ).

Adoration Hour

I walk into the silence
I’m overcome with peace
I enter into a prayer
That I hope will not cease

I fall down to my knees
And close my eyes tight
You circle around me
I’m consumed by the light

I find myself grateful
You’re here yet again
I bow my head low
Aware of my sin

You give me your comfort
Forgive me once more
You open up widely
I walk through the door

I bring You my self
Everything that I am
Every need, every doubt
I place in Your hands

I empty my soul
But I’m not left hollow
You fill me with grace
Give me words to follow

The sweetest of voices
That I’ve ever heard
I could live on forever
On only Your Word

It’s time to depart
You say one more thing
“I’ll always be with you,
Through it all, everything.��

Infused on my heart
Every word You have said
I’ve met the fullness of Truth
Hidden in bread.

Yes. This relates so very well, what I do know of the Holy Eucharist. Beautifully and lovingly writ! May God further thy gift of writing also! Blessings to thee,

~Timothy

Timothy wrote: "Yes. This relates so very well, what I do know of the Holy Eucharist. Beautifully and lovingly writ! May God further thy gift of writing also! Blessings to thee,

~Timothy"

Thank you Timothy!

Yeah!!!! (((;

The Rainbow

I saw a rainbow the other day,
A sacred promise was on display;
I tried to follow it but it wouldn’t stay,
The closer I got the farther away��

©Danny Deaubé
July 29,2014

Mary Kate wrote: "Hi everyone(:
I would love to share a poem. <3

"God's Plan Stays"
Oh you, can't you see that no matter what others do God's plan will always be.
There's no secret code- no random chance;
For th..."

Mary Kate,words are an expression of the heart...you have a sweet heart! May all your worries come to naught ;)

Awwww those were so brilliant!!! I especially liked the Rainbow!!! Wonderful (((:

@Danny- Aw, thank you!!! That means so much ((:

Change is Difficult Not Impossible


Late November last year I decided to visit my older brother (seven years) for six days in Arizona. He will be turning 74 this month and is battling terminal cancer. The doctor’s prognosis was one year with chemo. It may be the last time I see him alive. I spent a lot of time reminiscing late into the night. Old memories reawakened and new ones reestablished. We discussed mom, dad, and living at home. We talked about life, death, and a variety of subjects�� we did not always agree.

By today’s standard, our family was dysfunctional. My mother, the only surviving child of three girls, was a loving soul who ironed clothes to earn extra money but she was an alcoholic. My father, an only child, was a hard worker and brought up by a father who worked all over the country as a steam shovel operator. His mother made it known she never wanted children, and he spent most of his summers with his aunt in Northern California. My father was an alcoholic.

Except for my mother, our family is not very affectionate. My dad never said the three words that every child yearns to hear, “I love you.�� I never heard “I’m proud of you�� or “You did a good job!�� He never heard those words himself. No hugs and kisses, none of that. I never saw a tear run down his face, except when “Blackie�� our dog died and just months before his death. Don’t misunderstand me, I am not implying my father did not love us, he just did not know how to show it.

During our conversation, I told my brother a story about the time I was in a track championship meet in high school. My mother and father were in the stands. My mother later told me my father told her not to tell me he was there. This brought a tearful reaction from my brother. He remembered the time he was playing baseball in high school. He played outfield, turned around, and saw dad watching him through the chain-linked fence. Dad never mentioned anything afterwards, not even a “good job son.�� My brother sobbed. After more than fifty years, the wound had not healed. A father’s influence on his children is grossly underestimated. I told him I loved him.

To this day, none of my three siblings has broken the curse of our father. No hugs, kisses, or I love you. “It is how I was brought up�� is the excuse and banner they wave. They all have followed, in the footsteps of my father, but it does not have to be. We can do nothing to change our past but we can forge our future. Change is difficult I admit, but not impossible! A new year is coming soon, change is just on the horizon, and it is never too late. Remember, it is your story, you hold the pen, and don’t let anyone else write the ending!

What an amazing write up there xO Wow. That kept me so intrigued! Amen!!!! Is that in your book? Is both your parents passed, if I may ask?

Thank you for sharing that ((:

MK, not in the book, my dad died in 1983, my mother in 1996.

Communication Skills

Cell phones, I seldom use them, smart phones, I have little use for them either. Our ability to communicate with others verbally has greatly diminished. More times than I would like to admit, I have entered stores, restaurants, and virtually everywhere else, and witnessed what I can only describe as zombies on smart phones, their eyes fixated on their phones busy searching, texting, or playing games. Their eyes hypnotized by a magical screen, broken only by an occasional glance up from their “land of awes��, into the land of reality. Addicted and enticed, this contraption goes everywhere they go, and God forbid they should forget it, instantly turning into the walking dead. It is their preferred mode of communication and entertainment, and to their own detriment.

I admit I am “old�� school, and I am proud of it. I came from an era when people spoke words to each other in complete sentences, and to look into ones eyes was a demonstration of respect. Communication is more important than ever these days, and with new technology, there is a propensity for good and bad. Other modes of communication in the social media such as Facebook, Twitter, etc. have its own dangers. I am afraid to say our youth and an increasing amount of adults are losing their communication skills at an alarming rate. What used to be called “family time�� is spent quietly texting. The family is the ultimate loser and the victor is “self.��

Nothing replaces an in-person communication, not texting, smiley faces, hearts and alike, they are not a substitute for a good face-to-face dialogue. I understand our friends and loved ones may be miles apart, but when you have an opportunity, speak words not text. The words we communicate can be very powerful, and a failure to do so can sometimes turn deadly. In the late 70’s, I read a heart-breaking story in the news that illustrates my point dramatically.

The story I recall, takes place at a home where several friends received an invitation for dinner. The family had a beautiful little four-year-old daughter we will call Annie. They all gathered around the dinner table and had a wonderful prepared dinner with all the bells and whistles and fixings. After the finishing their meal, the table was cleared and the group of guests began conversing in conversation on a number of adult topics. There was humor and outbreaks of laughter as the evening went on. Annie was fidgety as you might expect and dismissed early from the table. She had no siblings, and no guests brought their children so she felt alone and forgotten. Annie, being a very determined little girl, went around the table one by one in a valiant effort to get a little attention. She was a sweet little girl with flowing long blond hair with bright blue eyes yearning to be visible in a house full of adults.

Unfortunately, the guests responded with polite smiles, uncomfortable looks, to downright scorn. When Annie reached her father, who was in deep conversation, dismissed her by retorting, “Go away!”Little Annie, with resolute, went around the table once again, this time with her hands up, a gesture to be picked up. Her distraction was annoying her mother, by the look on her face, as she passed by each one of her guests, but her pleas were ignored once again, until she reached her father yet again. This time he raised his voice, “I told you to leave us alone!�� The guests felt a little uneasy and embarrassed, but they did and said nothing. Annie discouraged, left the room promptly, and the conversation continued as if nothing had happened.

Thirty minutes later Annie was discovered floating face down in the family pool. Her lifeless body pulled from the pool and given CPR. Paramedics arrived promptly but pronounced Annie dead at the scene. The parents and guests were distraught with shock and disbelief. When the police officers arrived, they questioned the parents and the guests. When questioned about the pool, her parents admitted they had rescued her two times before this incident.

My friends, the first time Annie, who could not swim, accidentally fell into the pool, and fortunately, her parents heard her cries and rescued her. She quickly realized she got immediate attention she was yearning for when she fell into the pool. She tried it again successfully the next time. You see the first time she fell, the last two she jumped! Please understand, I believe these parents loved their child immensely; it is not about their lack of love, I believe they loved her dearly. It was their lack of communication! Communication is a by-product of love.

The most beneficial words of communication are affirmation. Our greatest asset is our children, love on them in season and out, whether it is inconvenient or not. “I love you, “You are important,�� and “I am proud of you�� are all good affirmations. Life is short, our clock is ticking, do not let time run out before you communicate to those how much you love them face-to-face when possible!

“I love you�� are very powerful words, the first words we hear when we are born, and should be the last we utter before we die! When that time finally arrives, I doubt we will be asking for our cell phones. Die with memories, not dreams��

Sophie wrote: "Wow...that was great, Danny. ;)"

Ahhh, Gee whiz, Thank you Sophie... ;)

@Danny- Ohhh gotcha. I'm sire you miss them. Haha, that was great. A very sad but moving point! Something (in today's time) we all need to hear!

Sophie wrote: "Look to You

Time flows and there's no good-bye
Once you say "bye", time's already gone
What does that leave you but with a sigh
As night draws and you end with a yawn

The night has whizzed so fas..."

Great Sophie! Keep it up! *cheers* :)

Awww, that was beautiful Sophie *handclaps* (((((;

Always ((; Aww, well feel free to post more if you want. I really enjoy them xD

ROYALTY

I may not be rich or famous, I pray it will never be,
Because my roots run deeper, than even royalty.

I find no Kings or Princesses, that I can declare,
Or even a Knight or Count, that I am even aware.

It is not with my ancestors, where my nobility lies,
It is because I am adopted, I’m a Prince in disguise.

Adopted in the family of God, in nineteen seventy-three,
By the King of Kings, His Majesty, in His family tree.

©Danny Deaubé
September 9, 2015

Awwww y'all these are great xD xD

@Sophie- Hahaha!!! That got me going girl! That was great xD And it made me crack up when you said, "We Baptists even dance around when our pastor isn't looking!" Haha xP I'm a Pentecostal/Holiness so that really made me laugh ((((;

@Danny- That was so terrific!!! Amen!!! So true (((((:

;P xD

I would love to help if i can ((((; Nice!!
Hmm.... Well matters exactly what the story line is and which tense would compliment it the best.
Could you tell me about the plot a little more? (:

That was beautiful Sophie!!!! Just grand (((((: *cheers and throws confetti* :D

Oh and Sam you can post your plot here if you'd like or Pm me if you want my help. But you don't have to either way ((;

@Sophie- As long as its not inapropriate, it'd be just awesome if you'd share (((((:

Would you like a folder however? (:

@Samantha- Awwwww, that sounds so wonderful!!! Like I'd totally read it right now xD xD It sounds so amazing ((((;

Hmmm.... Now first of all I must ask, what does your heart feel toward it? Like when you imagine the story is it when someone is telling a story, or someone actually going through it? With this story line you could go either way. It is harder for me to right in past tense but you may be different. I may see this as a more present tense for it seems I'd like it better and can feel for her if she was presently going through it, yet I could feel more anticipated and anxious as listening to a retelling. Either way it sounds great (:
Hope this helped any? Haha

Haha, that's okay!! I do that all the time xO

write** See, I spelt that so wrong xP Haha

I see.... Hmmm..... Well, how much have you written so far?

Wow, that is great still!! Oohhhhhhhh I love that!!! Hahaha!! Really sucked me in, like no kidding?! That's grand!!!!! ((((; From that I see how you could do past tense. Ohhh that's hard. Let me know of you decide which one ((;

Hmm... Definitely either way... Whatever you think girl ((;

@Sophie- Either one of you ((: However I was meaning that because you said you were gonna share some of your story and I figured it'd be cool for you to have a folder if you wanted? :D

@Sam- Oohhhh I'll need mine autographed xD xD