Laughter

Laughter is great.

Laughter is profound.

When others laugh at you, know that they are not doing so to be cruel, but they are doing so because they are unhappy with themselves, be it at home or in school and they only laugh to surpass their anguish they feel inside.

Laughter is fun,

So let's laugh as one.

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Do you hear it?

Do you hear that sound?

What do you think it is?

Is it all just a pitter-patter?

What do you think?

Is it someone playing tricks?

Is that what you think?

Is it the sounds of Angels singing in their Angelic tones?

Or is it the sound of Demonic gremlins of long past come to take us down?

Whatever the sound is though I shall not go easy.

For this is my adventure and I shall say when it ends.

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Love is....

Love is blind when it needs to be,

Love is kind when it needs to be,

Love is strict when it needs to be,

Love is wonderous always,

Love is a grandiose effect onto itself most often.

Love is meant for all who seek and wonder about it and all its majesties.

Love is a whole lot more than this as well....

What do you beleive love is?

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Write a poem about a tomato

A tomato is not a vegetable, It is a fruit, But it's a unique fruit, That needs a hoot, Because without this fruit We would not have ketchup or tomato sauce, Which people value more than gold.

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How the Virus Stole Easter

By Kristi Bothur

With a nod to Dr. Seuss 

 

 

Twas late in ‘19 when the virus began
Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.

People were sick, hospitals full,
Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.

As winter gave way to the promise of spring,
The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.

People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.
They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.

April approached and churches were closed.
“There won’t be an Easter,” the world supposed.

“There won’t be church services, and egg hunts are out.
No reason for new dresses when we can’t go about.”

Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.
The world was focused on masks and on tests.

“Easter can’t happen this year,” it proclaimed.
“Online and at home, it just won’t be the same.”

Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.
The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.

The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.
The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.

“Pooh pooh to the saints,” the world was grumbling.
“They’re finding out now that no Easter is coming.

“They’re just waking up! We know just what they’ll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.

“That noise,” said the world, “will be something to hear.”
So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.

And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.
It started down low, then it started to rise.

But the sound wasn’t depressed.
Why, this sound was triumphant!
It couldn’t be so!
But it grew with abundance!

The world stared around, popping its eyes.
Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!

Every saint in every nation, the tall and the small,
Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!

It hadn’t stopped Easter from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine
Stood puzzling and puzzling.
“Just how can it be?”

“It came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,
It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money.”

Then the world thought of something it hadn’t before.
“Maybe Easter,” it thought, “doesn’t come from a store.
Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

And what happened then?
Well....the story’s not done.
What will YOU do?
Will you share with that one
Or two or more people needing hope in this night?
Will you share the source of your life in this fight?

The churches are empty - but so is the tomb,
And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.

So this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,
As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.

May the world see hope when it looks at God’s people.
May the world see the church is not a building or steeple.
May the world find Faith in Jesus’ death and resurrection,
May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.
May 2020 be known as the year of survival,
But not only that -
Let it start a revival.

LIFE DETOURS

Dedication to Ms. Elizabeth Thul
Former Co-Executive director of LCC

written by Annette Hall (aka a Chrystal Moments Collection) December 14, 2019

One thing is constant in life
And for sure that is change.
Readjustments and variations
That all remain the same.

But in all life's challenges
And the many changes we go through;
Hope and pursuit of better days is the foundation,
In all the things we do.

Liz, you and Barb, have led us:
Since LCC's birth.
Treading uncharted waters.
Pounding uncertain and rugged turf.

You ventured to this open door.
Now another venue have you entered in.
Yet, you'll always be part of our legacy.
The Co-planter when LCC began.

Too long this note of gratitude
Has awaited our praise to you to give.
THE LORD'S GRACE AND MERCY BE UPON YOU.
As long as you shall live.

Thank you for your diligent service.
Thank you for your love.
Thank you for wanting the best for our Consumers.
Your compassion and your strength is showered from above.

So this year comes to an end
And another begins.
We wish God's continued blessing on you.
We hope to see you someday again.

Moments

Every single moment in time is precious,
You gain knowledge in every moment,
Time is a one way stream or so we think,
What if it was more like an ocean,
Where you could go up and down, backwards and forwards.
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