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Crimson Tides and Autumn Leaves


The seasons change and minutes tick by

Living life until the day we die

Crimson tides and autumn leaves

Minutes falling like droplets from a sieve

Grasping as hard as the hand will grip

Wanting to stop them as through the fingers they slip

The day comes when we hear each click

That sound of the closing hours leaving tick by tick

So many dreams of things we want to do

The list is long and the hours are few

Every bite is savored as if it is the last

Every scent devoured and every shadow cast

The crimson tides and the autumn leaves have a clock

And like us humans, all will hear the last tick tock

danLrene 2012

August 21, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Importance Of Forgiveness

I talk about forgiveness a lot in my writings and talking in person. So many people think forgiveness means that what the other person did is ok but it does not mean that. Forgiveness means you are releasing your heart of the hurt, the anger and other emotions so that you can go on to live your life in peace. We can forgive without the person who harmed us knowing.

Now, I believe that forgiveness is very important if someone comes and asks us to forgive them for whatever they did. It means they are truly sorry and it is important for them to move forward in a productive way. Unfortunately, some people hold on to that anger and want revenge on the person which is not ours to do. I am a person of faith and God repeatedly says:

Romans 12:19
Do not avenge yourselves, beloved, but leave room for God’s wrath. For it is written: “Vengeance is Mine; I will repay, says the Lord.”

Hebrews 10:30
For we know Him who said, “Vengeance is Mine; I will repay,” and again, “The Lord will judge His people.”

2 Peter 2:3
In their greed, these false teachers will exploit you with tales they have concocted. The longstanding verdict against them remains in force, and their destruction does not sleep.

Leviticus 19:18
Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against any of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.

I know from experience that when we forgive others a peace comes over us. I have forgiven when at one point I thought there was no way I could forgive. But I gave it all to God and forgave them. I have had people say things like “I want them to know I forgave them.”  and this makes me think they are doing it for the wrong reason. Once again it is a form of revenge to want to see their face when proclaiming I forgive you. Look how good I am.

Anger, wanting revenge and other emotions quickly turn into hate and hate is like drinking poison thinking you are killing the one you hate but you only kill your own soul. Just look at all the hate going on in the world and our country today. People are acting in ways that are hard to understand and ways that we never thought they would. And hate fuels that anger and that desire to seek revenge.

And lastly for me, I believe in forgiving and forgetting. I have heard people say “I will forgive but I will never forget what you did to me.” and that is carrying a grudge so your forgiveness will not bring the peace you need. God says in Hebrews 8:12  “For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.”  So if God can forgive us and not remember the sins we committed against Him, then I believe we should be able to also.

August 17, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , | Leave a comment

Why So Many Labels?

First I want people to understand that this is just my opinion. It actually is a pet peeve of mine and has been for a few years. I believe that labels belong on soup cans and other items like that, not on people.

We have become a country and a world that now labels by gender, by age, by race, by political view, by religious affiliation, by size, by IQ, by sexual preference, by wealth or lack of, by education, by the area a person lives in such as rednecks in the south, hillbillies in the mountains, and the list goes on. In reality what these labels are for is to denigrate those people do not like and uplift those they are in favor of. It is a way of dividing the people and the country.

I have watched since the last Presidential election people who are unable to let go of their anger over losing that it has become extremely unhealthy for the people who are exploding and for those around them. As I have said many times, hate is like drinking poison and thinking you are killing the one you hate only a person really is killing their own soul.

Seldom do we see people just quietly talking. We see a lot of people reading their cell phones but to have a discussion just does not seem to happen. Have we lost the ability to talk anymore? Have we lost the ability to just listen to someone without thinking of what we want to say back to them? Have we lost all kindness and compassion? I keep praying that this comes back to our world. If someone disagrees does not mean you are wrong and they are right. Nor does it mean they are wrong and you are right. It simply means that you each have different opinions.

August 15, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , | 2 Comments

After The Dark, The Light Shines Through

Now, I will admit that it has been a rough few months but the past six weeks have been exciting to say the least. We have had wildfires, bad quality air from the smoke and ash, the monsoon hit and so we got hail, pouring rain and then came the flash floods. And of course with all that came the intermittent internet.  And yet we survived it all.

The good news is that it gave me time to work on my books. I am working on genealogy books for the family to be published on Amazon. I am also working on my faith book called “After Salvation…Then what?” that I will publish on Amazon. It is about my journey after finding Christ and having Him in my heart. It is about wanting that special close relationship but not knowing how to get it. But, if we lean on the Lord, it will come. I am also working on editing son’s book called “Beneath The Bramble Bush”  which is a take off of a true crime where we lived back east. I actually taught the murderer’s son in Kindergarten. As soon as I get it edited, son suggested I ask some of you on-line to read it and make suggestions.  On the right of my page here, you see my poetry book that I published last year. With my health issues, writing has become a major part of my life.

Slowly things are coming together since my fall in December of last year. My test on the blood thinner came up where it was supposed to so I got to stop the other blood thinner that I injected twice a day. Thank you Lord. I had the special cardiac test but no doctor has called me in the past three weeks saying I need to go to the cardiologist so I am taking that as my test was not too bad. I left it in God’s hands. And now I am waiting on the final tests to determine why I am anemic. I discovered I was when my blood thinner doc asked if I had any strange symptoms and I told him that I craved cold stuff like ice and Popsicles, etc. He told me to get my primary to test my iron as that is often a sign of anemia and he was right on target. I am anemic. And I am down to going to the doctor only once a week instead of two and three times a week for specialists to check me out. I have one procedure which is laser surgery on my right eye. Do not know if that is from the fall or just my eye acting up. So things are greatly improved.

And my son planted flowers outside my bedroom window, so when I wake up, I open my curtains and can watch the hummingbirds feed on all those beautiful flowers.


August 13, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , | Leave a comment

Where Have I Been?

I live in Colorado and we have been in the midst of the fires here. Spring Fire which is the one affecting us is the third largest fire in Colorado’s History. Over 200 I think have lost homes and it has been a raging fire. I can not begin to tell you what it is like to pack up things and have them sitting at the door knowing you could be called by Code Red (the emergency phone line) telling you that you have two hours to evacuate. We decided that us and our dog Daisy being safe was the most important. The rest of stuff were possessions. We should have left a week ago as the air quality has been horrible here and the sky so dark but we have the house closed up and have learned that if we use water on our swamp cooler it keeps the smoke out. A day ago rain came in a down pour which helped a lot. Before the rain, the fire was only 5 percent contained. Now it is 55 percent contained. Thank you Lord.

I will be back writing soon. My computer is one of the things and all my info are very important as I am working on two more books and do not want to lose it. Please say a prayer for all those who have lost homes, all the firefighters and all of us being affected by the fire and all the poor animals fleeing that have been injured or lost their homes. Thanks and I will be back soon I hope.


July 7, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , | 2 Comments

Follow Your Dreams

I believe that we should all follow our dreams and just because one dream comes true does not mean that there are no more dreams. I have always dreamed and always tried to work towards my dream. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I do not but working on the dream to me is exciting and exhilarating.

Our dream when son and I moved out here was to live in the country with a bit of land. A place where we could grow our own food and live peacefully considering all the turmoil in the world now. And that dream came partially true. We bought a small house in a very small town on a big lot And now that dream is over because the doctors say I need to go to a lower elevation so we have a new dream.

As we traveled over the mountain to get here, we felt like pioneers heading to a new land. I even had all my heirloom seeds in a bucket with a lid and they were more valuable to me than most of the stuff we owned. And now we have a new dream which is to move back east, get a house with a bit of land and grow our own food. Out here in the Rocky Mountains it is almost impossible to grow for the growing season is so short.

This is a poem I wrote about coming to this little town and it is written as if we were pioneers on a wooden wagon heading into the wilderness. I hope you enjoy and please do not give up on your dreams. Sometimes we have to alter them like we did here and sometimes they work out just like we dreamed. Keep dreaming and working for dream after dream after dream.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

danLrene 2011

June 29, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Behind The Scenes

Dedicated to all those who suffer daily from various kinds of pain but hide it even from their closest family or friends.  So many fear letting others know they are suffering because the reactions vary so. Some will believe them, some will act like they are faking, some will give casual response to if but few care enough to really look into a person’s eyes and see. I think this is because they do not want someone else’s pain to enter their world.  I pray for all of them. Life is hard but it need not be harder because there is no one that cares enough to sit down and say I know you are hurting. Let me help.


Behind The Scenes

Liquid pools of pain flowing

behind different colored eyes

With muted sounds so that

no one hears the painful cries

Smiles and calm assurances

that everything is alright

Faint flickers of eyes hiding what

hearts are working hard  to fight

Traces of smiles that can hide

a thousand different tears

Smiles that can build walls

to hide all the hidden fears

No one sees the pain

behind all the many smiles

Nor even tries to see

All the difficult trials

Perception I have heard

is the rule of the day

For then pain and sorrow

do not get in anyone’s way

Oh yes, perception is right

we see what we want to see

Like snow on the ground

all the ugliness looks full of glee

And so liquid pools of pain

continue to flow behind eyes

So that  people can ignore

all the hurts and pitiful cries.

danlrene 2011


June 27, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Growing Old

So many people fear growing old. It is like a death sentence to them and many spend their time trying to deny the reality that age creeps up on all of us before we know it. I think the older we get, we find a calmness and peace and enjoy simple things in life more. But, if we remain bitter that we are getting older and try to use all the tricks to look younger than we are, we only fool ourselves Everyone else knows how old we are.

Things I used to think were the end of the world now just seem common place. I wear what is comfortable and feels good on me. I don’t do the fancy hairdo anymore or the whole makeup routine. I am just me enjoying things like the birds in our wild cherry tree this morning. So many kinds that I wanted to take pictures but they would fly off if I opened the door.

Life has taught me that the first person I better learn how to get along with and live with was myself. Once I achieved that, then I could get along with others. How we deal with life and the things that it throws on us is our choice. I have learned to laugh a lot even at my own mistakes. I have learned compassion for those who seem so angry and frustrated because they can not do anymore. But most of all, I have learned that my relationship with God/Jesus is the most important thing and I have learned to not fear and to trust completely.

Below is a poem I wrote during my time visiting nursing homes. They break my heart those places. So many are alone and lonely. But they are full of wisdom and love. I wish I had started talking to my grandparents, great aunts and uncles, etc a lot sooner for the stories they told me about my family just filled my heart. I think being told I was just like my Granny Bellamy was icing on the cake. She probably weighed 80 pounds sopping wet so it was not the looks that was like her for I am tall. It was her spunk who even at the tender age of five was brave enough to sing Dixie to the Northern soldiers as they marched through the towns. Can you just imagine. 🙂

What The Old Ones Know

Patinas, silvers and faded browns
Dimming lights and diminishing sounds

Creaking hinges and crooked doors
Gnarly feet on wooden floors

Robbers enter to steal our health
A possession far greater than any wealth

Strength wanes likes the ocean tides
Making life turn into bumpy rides

Minds can defeat us on crimson rose
Stopping the rise on warrior toes

Defeat looks like hedge roses so bright
Lovely to smell and looks so right

A warrior knows what lurks deep inside
All the thorns the lovely roses can hide

The thorns of weakness, self-pity and blame
Being a warrior is not playing a game

Being a warrior means choosing to fight
And choosing to see the happiness light

The elders know the pain and sorrow of life
They know it can slice like the blade of a knife

Must you become patina, silver and faded browns
Before you know where happiness can be found?

danLrene 2013

Just a side note, sorry for the absence. It was health issues and doctor visits. But I am back. 🙂

June 24, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , | 4 Comments


In today’s time, there is so much hate flowing around that it can be felt. I believe hate is a poison. It is like drinking poison expecting the other person to die.  With hate comes all sorts of problems. People lose the ability to be rational. They lose compassion and sometimes even love. Many become violent. And even worse, they become indifferent.

I wrote this poem in 1989 at the time, I felt like the world was becoming hateful and indifferent. Today it is a 100 times worse and sadly affecting our whole country. I try to avoid those filled with anger and even have my settings on my social media to not allow the hate filled posts. I think when we are around it too much, it rubs off on us and we can find ourselves becoming more like them instead of being the person our heart leads us to be.

One of the things that helps me so much in this world filled with hate is forgiveness. I hear people say “I will never forgive so and so for what they said or did!”  I do not forgive because what the person has said or done was ok. I forgive so that my heart is at peace and I can go on with my life and feel love, compassion and hope filled. Forgiving is very cathartic. When you find certain people in your life have become hate filled, try forgiveness and see if it helps. I forgive and give the person to God because I am a person of faith. I figure God can deal with them better than me.

I never want to be indifferent to the pain of others or to make fun of those who are struggling. I believe the only time we look down on someone is when we are reaching a hand out to help them back up.


The old man reached into the depths of his soul

Only to discover that it was black as coal

Hate and anger had taken up residence there

Turning a heart black that was once so fair

The old man cried out in hurt and pain

As he looked around for someone to blame

When no one appeared, he threw his shoulders back

Deciding it no longer mattered that his soul was black

Published 1989 © danLrene

Also published in
Sparrowgrass “Treasured Poems of America”


June 18, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Place Within

This poem I write after visiting the nursing home and seeing so many that just seemed to live within themselves, all alone, no one to care. I would take my boys to the local nursing home to visit, asking for the ones that had no visitors. My boys would go all over the room hugging them and talking to them and seeing the people’s faces light up with joy. Many thought their grandchildren had come to visit. I think this is why my boys who are grown men now are so compassionate and loving.

I took my kindergarten class to sing for them one year. It was lovely but what touched my heart was this one woman as I walked by her grabbed my arm and started calling me by another name from long ago. She thought I was her daughter and asked me why I did not wear the dress she sent me. I told her it was because it was at the cleaners. She seemed content with that. She held my hand and stroked my arm and talked to me the whole time and was so thrilled that I was there. I learned later that her daughter brought her, dropped her off and never returned to visit her again. I wanted to cry. She would tell everyone that walked by that I was her daughter and I would just smile. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek when we left and told her I loved her. She died shortly after that and it always touched my heart and this is when I wrote this poem.

A Place Within

With soles worn and body weak

traipsing along well-worn trails

Gnarled knees and a twisted back

And  a mind full of human tales

A path framed with rolling grass

Empty of human voice

Desolate to the ordinary man

But tis his only choice

Eyes that see only inner sights

Ears that hear the past

Lips devoid of any sound

And a body that can not last

The creaking rocker slows to a halt

Closed eyelids flicker in pain

A hand fluttering to his chest

As he returns to the rolling plain

© danLrene 1996

One of the things that taught me to always treat others how I wanted to be treated. That has never left me.


June 17, 2018 Posted by | Inspiration | , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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