I can give you life, but only you can live it.

I can teach you things, but only you can learn.

I can give you directions, but I can't be there to lead you.

I can allow you freedom, but I can't account for it.

I can take you to church, but only You can believe.

I can teach you right from wrong, but the choice will always be your's.

I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I can't make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice, but only you can accept it.

I can give you love, but only you can receive it.

I can teach you to share, but only you can be unselfish.

I can teach you respect, but only you can show honor.

I can advise you about friends, but I can't choose them for you.

I can advise you about sex, but I can't keep you pure.

I can teach you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation.

I can tell you about drink, but only You can choose to be sober.

I can warn you about drugs, but only you can say no.

I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.

I can warn you about sins, but I can't make you moral.

I can love you as a child, but I can't place you in God’s family.

I can pray for you, but only you can choose God.

I can teach you about Jesus, but only you can choose Him as Lord.

I can tell you how to live, but I can't give you eternal life.

I can love you unconditionally all of my life…

and I will! With all my love Dad

The Praying Poet Brother Charles Avery © 2000 revised 2003

There is a lady I have never met, Started reading her story on the Internet. She's a brave lady I'll not soon forget.

Her story is about a stalker, her words cause chills to run up and down my spine, how can anyone do such a heinous crime?

Reading, I am so intrigued, I can't seem to stop, my eyes are filling with tears, slowly there starting to drop. They are running down my cheeks like a stream, If only I could tell her it is all but a dream.

I can't imagine the pain nor the fear of her trying to protect the ones she loves so dear.

Stalking is such a terrible crime, Lady Lost if my words comfort you, "he'll be caught". It's just a matter of time.
Dedicated to Lady Lost
Agent: Gunther S. VanLugdwick
Written by Shyloh
Copyright 2002

December 31, 2002

It is snowing here, a wet snow, the kind which says "I should be rain, so why am I so dense with a body"? And as the snow continue to sprinkle from the clouds upon it's helpless victims below, without receiving an answers to its question, I pull my coat tight to my body in an effort to stay this chill upon me. And you invade my mind, my thoughts, inspiration, desires, needs, and my hopes. Oh! I miss you, can you tell?

This I say to myself would be a great day to be with you. To be planted before an open fire on a thick bearskin rug, naked, with only a casmere blanket for warmth that the closeness of our being did not provide.

I need to be in thy presence, can you tell? I need to play with you; touch you, and suck your kisses into my mouth, and feel that ascension begin to possess me as the true Spirit of love has always done when we were together; when we were not distant lovers; like when we found the other half of ourselves in Indiana on that 29th day of June, after having been lost to one another those million upon million of years.

How did we do it baby girl? After turning from the light of one another, which light gave of meaning, purpose, and a fulfilled destiny, how did we walk in different directions of darkness, and how did we find one another again? Or is the finding due to our reaching to touch the Father? which reaching eventually brings everyone back to their rightful path and destiny, which path and destiny are one and the same for all.

It's about time I told you the most important thing---I LOVE YOU!!!

jufa

Never find the reason Truth to see me through Seen it in the shadows Enchantment in the sky Glimmers in the moonlight I turn, it passes by Is it ever realized Time that's whiled away Sands run through the hour-glass I turn, it passes by Nothing stays the same Or so that's what they say Will the memories suffice The powers locked away Have you lost the fire The spirit that makes you fly Seize the chance, Strive to harmonize Look deep inside, find the charm Hear the music, listen with your heart This is magic, true magic All else is confusion Then it is brought to full circle Don't simply fade away

written by Shauna

My name is Mondo

I'm kinda fond-o

posting at Shyloh's board never one to hoard

my words and thoughts

i like to post lots

not as much as Shy

I could not even try

to post as much as Newbie

that I may be able to do -- heehee.

Written by mondo

We met again at the rise of the sun. You stood silhouetted in the mist with the sun at your back, Laughing.

Much like the past times, I was the one lost. This time I needed to hear your voice again for reassuring Directions.

You were gone when I looked back at sunset. The glow just giving hints of your presence on the sparkling Horizon.

Author unknown

A hug, a smile, a kiss What makes any person thrive? A win, a prize, a toy To simply feel they are alive?

Scholars, teachers, and not All searching for some bigger meaning Theories, concepts, ideas Logical only when there is no intervening

Control, power, and wealth Aren't these are merely a crutch When all that we ever needed Was one selfless touch

Written by Sean Michaels..

July 18,2003

As two ships passing in the night, So quietly 'neath the stars soft light; Our paths cross but now and then. Reaching out, seeking one another again.

We say hello and then we part, Knowing we've shared a piece of our heart. Some friendships stay and sadly some go. My prayers remain steady hoping ours will grow.

I ache when you're hurting, I cry when you're sad. Wanting to comfort and hold you so bad. Know that I'm waiting here, with open arms, To share all your troubles and relish your charms.

I have nothing to offer but the soul of a friend, Strong shoulders to lean on that don't easily bend. I offer these freely with no strings attached, For in caring and sharing you'll not meet my match.

So on some long and lonely night When nothing seems to go just right Close your eyes and think of me, Under the moon's glow is where I'll be.

Sent to me by a friend Aug.28,2003...

Two butterflies engaging in the wonderful act of procreation,

Fluttering about, busy as can be, it's so animation!!!

Adam winks at Eve behind a tree in fascination,

before they knew it, they started the next generation.

Eve sees the downside of procreation, tells Adam he has an obligation; he needs to get a new occupation.

In the meantime Eve was doing some preparation, taking, care of many kids, cooking, cleaning, no time for relaxation.

"Adam," Eve yells out of desperation, "do something with your children for God sakes, use your imagination." " I can't," Adam yells back, " I am working on our transportation."

"Eve," said Adam, "we need some intervention; we have to work on some meditation to get rid of some frustration, awe! Eve, I am starting to receive a great revelation, feeling a transformation, it's time we all go on a vacation!!!"

@copyright 05/01/04