Since it’s Thursday, I’ve opted for a rerun.

The beat of a different drummer, the rhythm that forms its song,

The ratta-tat-tat of the lonely drum, creating a deafening, mortal, gong,

The march of weary, blood torn feet, continue with reverence.

Over roads where death awaits, like a pale horse’s countenance.

Often our words get in the way, they pound deep within our heart,

Tearing away at others’ thoughts, breaking a friendship apart,

In our narrow way of thinking, to pursue what we believe,

We sever close relationships, which we never can retrieve.

Is it worth it to beat the drum, do our words mean anything,

They injure more than a bullet, they create a deadly sting,

They need to be thought out fully, before we utter a word,

So tempers don’t flare or fester and anger will not be stirred.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. So true…the tongue has the power of life or death.

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  2. Citizen Tom says:

    The tongue is bad is the pen is like it.

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

    As bloggers we must be careful. It is surprising what people will put on the Internet.

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  3. Kathy, your words strike my heart. Sometimes our emotions run away and cause harm.

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