Life Lessons – Page 48 – Word Smith Wisdom

A Lesson Well Learned

Lesson Well Learned

It was hot. Well over 110 degrees.

The air was hot. No trace of a breeze.

Sand as far as the eye could see.

This could well be the end of me.

So thought the miner as he walked.

Alone in the desert with his thoughts.

He came to the desert looking for gold.

Rumors said it was there, so, on he rode.

Till his horse stepped in a hole.

It staggered then went into a roll.

The miner was thrown free.

The horse had broken it’s leg, you see.

The poor horse had to be shot.

The minor didn’t know if he could or not.

In the end he pulled the trigger.

‘Now, how do I get out of here?’, he figured.

He started walking West.

Occasionally stopping to get rest.

After a day or so, his water was running low.

He rested under a small out cropping.

A breeze blew the sand off the topping.

He looked at it, but, he couldn’t believe.

The out cropping was gold., if he wasn’t deceived.

He checked it out much more closely.

It was quartz with veins of gold mostly.

He was ecstatic!! He would stake a claim.

But, he didn’t know which way he came.

He didn’t know where he was

The wind was blowing with a buzz.

Soon the out cropping might disappear

under the sand and not reappear.

He decided to carry out all he could.

He worked hard where the quartz stood.

Exhausted, he finally had a large pile.

He decided to sit and rest for awhile.

He stuffed all the quartz in his pack.

It was really heavy on his back.

Then he realized, as it was told.

He couldn’t walk out with that much gold.

He buried most of it in the sand.

Then left with a couple pieces like a man.

He would have died if he hadn’t been found

face down in the sand with no one around.

He still nearly died from dehydration.

His life was saved by the Indian Nation.

The quartz paid for another horse and supplies.

Then, for the next 20 years he tried

to find that out cropping in the desert sand.

He covered every inch of that land.

He still thinks back to his decision time.

Carry out a lot of gold or leave some behind.

Though he never found the gold again.

He knows he made the choice to win.

For he finally realized that life is worth

all the gold there is on earth.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Back To Our Roots

Back To Our Roots

Word on the street is something is coming down.

There is something brewing this side of town.

Maybe it’s a rumble between rival gangs.

Maybe it is only Friday night football signs.

It all depends on where you are located.

In the slums, where trash is accumulated.

Or, in the suburbs, or maybe, a rural town.

Or, it might be someone clowning around?

Most likely, it is serious to those involved.

They will push it as far as they are allowed.

I turn on the TV and what do I see?

Occupy Wall Street going on near me.

Is this what the fuss is all about?

Have not’s wanting the haves to feel the clout.

Do they think the world owes them a living?

Or maybe, they like taking instead of giving?

Capitalism is the American way.

Socialism is not. What else can I say.

Maybe things have tipped too far

In favor of those with money and cars.

When people can’t make a living

they will blame those who are not giving.

If everybody was working today

they would have a means to say:

“I can work my way to the top.”

“I will no longer have to push a mop.”

But, no work means no way to improve.

Which leads to rally’s and a lousy mood.

Our country did fine for 200 years.

Now, hard times has everyone’s ears.

Is there any way out of this terrible mess

that greedy leaders have caused, I’d guess?

Somehow, we have to get back to our roots.

Back when our nation produced the fruits

of ambitious, hard working men.

Who put God first and fought to win

the right for all to have the choice

to go to the top and have a voice

in all that is decided to be done.

Always knowing we all are the ones

that make this country what it is .

The greatest country that there is.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

Devotion Hurts

Devotion Hurts

Everything I do I do for you.

You seem to be unaware of what I do.

I always go out of my way to please you.

This you take for granite too.

Forget one thing & your quick with criticism.

Yet, when all is right your slow with the kissin

Have we been together that long?

Are you bored when I’m home & happy when I’m gone?

Interests we used to share no longer happen.

You’re no longer Tennille & I’m not the Captain.

I’m sliding down a hill with banana peels for shoes.

I’m no longer winning for fear I will lose.

I am sure there is a song that ends without a hitch.

It’s just that it’s hard to think when your such a bitch.

I have suggested counseling, but you just say why?

Is it that you have already found another guy?

This is not how it was when the relationship was new.

I’ve said this but, it seems to mean nothing to you.

These are changes anyone can see.

I don’t think the changes are just going on in me.

Anything that you can do? I’m hurting here.

I really miss you, dear—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Moment Of Decision

Moment Of Decision

He showed up on my doorstep late last night.

And, said he didn’t want to fight anymore.

Going back is near impossible, I cried.

You should have thought of this long before.

Said he was sorry— & wants to make it right.

Would I consider coming back once more.

It’s too late. His betrayal had turned to spite.

The love that I believed in has all but, slipped away.

We were both like children, caught up in our own lies.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

Memories are easy when they are new.

The right ones followed will lead you to romance.

But, when those memories are not the truth

it’s hard for me to take a second chance.

A resurrected life of lies is not the way to go.

With so many heartaches and so many lies

So many years wasted with nothing left to show.

How could you make up for that when all is pointed down?

We’ve covered it all. There’s nowhere else to go

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

I’ve spent lonely nights just crying myself to sleep.

I’ve finally been able to close tight every door.

Then you show up in the middle of the night.

Saying you want me back again once more.

A heart can only take so much strife

before it stops and will no longer fight.

My roller coaster ride was nearly at an end.

Then you show up with promises to make it right.

I don’t need a lover now, I need a friend.

Could I believe in you if I took you back today?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Soapbox Love 101

Soapbox Love 101

When a man truly loves, it is with his heart & soul.

When a woman loves, to be desirable is her goal.

It never means she loves less than a man.

The focus is different. That’s part of the plan.

The focus can change if the results aren’t right.

How the man responds may lead to a fight.

The man searches for the perfect mate.

His ideas of a mate may be out of date.

Women have always wanted to be desired.

Their efforts to be so can make one tired.

Some things seem to be true to both.

Like trust, faithfulness, & a devotional oath

Still, there is this game that must be played.

Like a girl being coy till the boy is enraged.

Or, the boy insisting he must ‘play the field’.

That can cause wounds that are slow to heal.

Many, many factors come into play.

These factors may change from day to day.

This all makes it hard to find that ‘soul mate.’

The highest rating a mate could ever rate.

When it happens all ‘games’ are put aside.

They are into each other with all love & pride.

They make for themselves a heaven on earth.

Every effort spent shows what it is worth.

No greater love can one show another.

Except when Christ is included as their brother.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Finding A ‘Helpmate’

Finding A ‘Helpmate’

Life goes on and so do we.

Where we go no one can see.

Except for God, who sees all.

Be we big or be we small.

Have you wondered now & then?

With billions of women and men,

why it’s so hard to find a mate?

Often times hard to get a date.

Are things this way for a reason?

A ‘greater power’ knows the season.

He knows what will work & what won’t.

You say ‘I do’ and then you don’t.

He knows the beginning from the end.

Give Him a chance and let Him in.

He will find you the ‘perfect mate’.

Give Him a chance before it’s too late.

If He is part of life with your ‘helpmate’,

no greater love will you both partake.

The ways of the world are quite deceiving.

No way to ensure you are receiving

the greatest love you can attain.

But, with God, love will remain.

Life with a ‘helpmate’ is heaven on earth.

Then you will know what love is worth.

Especially agape love from God above.

Your sins forgiven is the greatest love.——R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Getting Ready For The ‘End Time’ Crisis

Getting Ready For The ‘End Time’ Crisis

I have noticed, often, through the years,

I have cried myself to sleep with tears.

Not always for the same reason.

Sometimes I was only grieving.

Other times it was an emotional thing.

A tragic breakup after a brief fling.

But, now all that has changed.

My life has now been rearranged.

I finally met my Lord and Savior.

He has led me all the way here.

To the ‘new birth’ & a new life in Him.

A life full of joy without any sin.

If I should sin, I ask to be forgiven.

He is just to do so. I go on with Him.

He has led me to a like minded girl.

She’s been a ‘helpmate.’ Oh, what a thrill.

We walk hand and hand with Christ.

Our lives are so much more than nice.

The Lord has led us in the scripture.

To study final events,. We get the picture.

A terrible crisis will affect the earth.

A great calamity, for what it is worth.

Those not ready will be ‘shaken’ out.

They won’t know what it is all about.

Those who stand firm will be sealed.

They will know God’s word is real.

They will be taken through to the end.

God will protect them. They are His kin.

Others must be told to get prepared.

So when it comes they are aware.

They too can stand firm until the end.

They will have Jesus, who is our friend.——R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Saved By An Accident

Saved By An Accident

We were walking, my girl & I.

Her sweet name is Velvet Skye.

Prettiest thing you would ever see.

Always wants to be with me.

We walked on along the shore.

Walked till we couldn’t walk anymore.

A steep cliff was in our path.

So we put down our picnic mat.

We prepared to eat our lunch.

Then we heard an awful crunch.

A car shot out over the cliff.

It landed in the ocean mist.

Shocked, we ran to try and help.

The water was cold with lots of kelp.

I dove down & pulled out a woman.

Surfaced & asked if she could swim.

She nodded yes & headed to shore.

I dove back down to check for more.

I found her purse and that was all

She had reached shore & started to bawl.

We gave her a blanket to wrap up in.

She looked like she was all done in.

Her boyfriend & her had just split up.

She was having some pain in her gut.

She was speeding because she was angry.

.Air brakes would have came in handy.

She came into the curve too fast.

She knew she was going to crash.

She prayed to a God she barely knew.

Next she knew I was there too.

Helping her to get out of the car.

Bringing her up & to where we are.

I first thought you were an angel.

I don’t know how much to tell.

But, my life is changed somehow.

God is the only answer now.

Her testimony brought tears to our eyes.

Then my girl and I both realized.

We needed God in our life too.

You pray for us & we’ll pray for you.

————–O——————

Now we all are best of friends.

As our life in Christ really begins.

We all go to the same church.

It’s the greatest church on earth.

Because Jesus is there with us.

We thank Him for our near brush

with death that day at the ocean.

It put our religious life in motion.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Computer Age

The Computer Age

You’ve heard it said many times before.

You’ve heard me scream it as you went out the door.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I’ve read the book & don’t understand a single page.

When I was young we used a slide rule.

Hand calculators ‘not allowed’ was the rule.

Then, as a young adult, computers came along.

I ignored them and kept singing my song.

My son said. “Get a computer. What could go wrong?”

“Pop, you have to stop singing that song.”

After some time I gave into the pressure.

I got a computer and let it sit here.

My son came and hooked it up.

Learning the basics was really tough.

A mouse was what I set traps for.

A ‘floppy disk’ was a real horror!!

Words now seemed to mean a different thing.

learn a new language just to play with the thing.

To turn it off I have to press start.

If I pressed the delete button it could break my heart.

Very slowly, I learned most of the basic things.

It often caused nightmares in my dreams.

Cut and paste I could never get.

Kindergarten stuff, I couldn’t do on a bet.

Then came Outlook 6, 7, and 8.

I just didn’t have what it takes.

I was lost in a world of words and phrases.

The hell with this!! It can go to blazes!!

Then I was told to get a Galaxy S II phone.

I can get on the internet while gone or at home.

I can take pictures & put them on line.

Facebook would take up most of my time.

I can tweet and twitter galore.

I can text people. What is a phone for??

When I was young we used it to talk to each other.

That is all that was needed . So said my mother.

This electronic crap is driving me insane.

Pay bills on the computer. It seems so lame.

No wonder the mail service is dwindling away.

No time for mail while on the computer all day.

Get outdoors folks. Learn to have some outdoor fun.

Kids can’t ride a bike but, have calluses on their thumbs.

It’s a sign of the times you say to me.

I say get outside. Learn to be free.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I have to use a computer some, despite the rage.

But, the pre computer life was way better for me.

At least, back then I actually felt free.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Poor Body Image Blues

Poor Body mage Blues

I’m a pot bellied native.

And I wear it with pride.

Some call me a sadist.

But, you know they lied.

I’ve tried about every diet

to try and lose the weight.

I need someone to buy it.

Maybe that’s all it’d take.

I have exercised to no end.

Just to lose a few pounds.

I have got to be able to bend.

to just a few more rounds.

I’ve cut out all the snacks

I taken the laxatives too.

Then people say it smacks

of anorexic ways to you.

Except, I’m a pot bellied native.

I am not a skinny skeleton.

I feel like I’m a weighted

down relic, —-son.

I could go on a hunger strike.

I would only drink water.

But, would I win the fight

of losing the weight like I otter?

I guess I need a new body image.

Or, others need one of me.

I MUST be slim like my linage

to be accepted, you see.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)