Music Makes The World A Better Place

Dance Softly To The Music

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DANCE SOFTLY TO THE MUSIC

WAFTING GENTLY DOWN THE YEARS

LET PEACE BILLOW THE PAGES

AGAINST INNER EYES AND EARS

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TOUCH TENDERLY THE PASSING THOUGHTS

FOR THEY ARE BUTTERFLIES

HOURS ARE ONLY SECONDS

AND MOMENTS ONLY SIGHS

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BUT SILENTLY THE HANDS OF GOD

ARE HOLDING, STILLED IN LIGHT

THE TIMELESS NOTES OF MEMORY

LIKE CANVASSED BIRDS IN FLIGHT

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AND SOMEHOW ALL THE SIGHT AND SOUNDS

AND SENSE AND TASTE AND SENSE AND FEEL

OF THE LIFE WE THOUGHT WE THOUGHT WAS GONE

MORE PRECIOUS, SWEET AND REAL

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THEN ORCHESTRATED WELL FOR ME

IS THE SONG I CAN NOT SING

BUT ONLY KNOW: THAT ALL OF LIFE

IS LOVE AND MEMORY

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by Frankie Davis Oviatt

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Oh sing to the Lord a new song

and all the earth, and bless his name

Psalms 96:1,2

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I've been busy this day. I made some progress with getting rid of more junk and empty boxes from the front entry foyer. I have to admit my shame in finding unopened boxes from QVC and not even remembering what I had ordered; it was that long ago. In one box there was a beautiful lamp and also a night light. In another box is a really nice bedspread. What that tells me about myself is that I have more than I need. We need three things in this life. We need food, shelter, and family/love. Anything else is generally gravy. I want...but do I need. No.

In my endeavor to get rid of "stuff" I started to feel like a "hoarder" again. And it was starting to look that way, too. My house is much to small for any accumulations, so I did give some books away. Next to go are a bunch of magazines. I moved one piece of furniture to the very back room. It was leaking. Some tools a trip to the back, too. It sounds like I did a lot and I did. I have a lot to go and a lot to get rid of. It is an accumulation of over 20 years of thinking, "Oh, I think I may be able to use that." I don't want my house to look like the houses you see on TV, like the show "HOARDERS." After all; Cleanliness is next to Godliness, is it not?

While I was having a de-junking frenzy I found a bottle of transmission oil had spilled out onto the floor. It has stained and left a residue. When the guy was bringing in the freezer he was moving stuff around and was truly being helpful, but I didn't see the container spill out onto the linoleum. I wonder if I will ever get it clean...sigh.

I can get a lot done when I don't answer the phone...how 'bout you? Hee Hee!

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