richelle-e-goodrich

Born on straw at nightunder low stable rafters,Baby Jesus cried.

Tell me you didn__,_ she groaned, knowing it would not be the truth. __lease tell me you didn__ take advantage of these poor people._ __ didn__,_ he chirped. __iar._ With an irritated sigh he tried to convince her. __mora, you__e not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple_ __emple?_ she cried, cutting him off. __ou forced these people to build you a temple? Why? Because all of a sudden you__e God now?_ Perturbed by her interruption, he raised a warning finger. __o, no, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit_..god-like._ She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. __f you would let me finish,_ he went on, __hese particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well._ __ou__e despicable._ He frowned at the insult. __obody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so._ __ou were that impressive to them, huh?_ __pparently._ His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. __ome on, let__ go have some fun._ __o way._ She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him. __nd why not?_ __ecause your sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you__l want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I__ not going to take part in a game of deceit._ ____ not deceiving anyone,_ Edgar disputed. __ can__ help it if they happen to think I__ perfectly magnificent._ His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. __ can__ believe you__e okay with selling people lies that affect the way they live and think! You__e not even close to being a god, Edgar, and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you__e abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It__ all a big, disgusting sham!_ Edgar pouted like a child. __ine__poil all my fun. We__l go do something else. Something that doesn__ include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals._ __hey__e not stupid._ __hey think I__ a god,_ he sn

How insane we are as humans when having received a nasty offense we return the same awful offense. If given an apple found to be rotten and wormy, would we not toss it aside rather than force a soul to eat it? Offenses should be discarded, not returned.

I won't lie__ don't

There is no such thing as constructive criticism. There is constructive advice, constructive guidance, constructive counsel, encouragement, suggestion, and instruction. Criticism, however, is not constructive but a destructive means of faultfinding that cripples all parties involved. Don't be fooled into thinking otherwise.

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.

A guilty conscience pushed me to try harder__hich I did for what seemed like a tremendous amount of wasted time, staring bug-eyed at uncooperative pencils. What was missing? The answer seemed obvious__ntense emotional incentive. But at the moment I didn__ feel desperate or angry or afraid. Just severely bored out of my mind and guilt-ridden for feeling so mind-numbingly b

We wait for the rains to cease, the clouds to part, and the sun to shine before saying life is good. Ironically, it is because we endure the storms that life seems so wonderfully bright at their passing.

Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.

Autumn is a cunning muse who steals by degrees my warmth and light. So distracted by her glorious painting of colors, I scarcely realize my losses until the last fiery leaf has fallen to the ground and the final pumpkin shrinks. Autumn departs with a cold kiss, leaving me to suffer the frigid grasp of winter in prolonged nightfall.

Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.

I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats__heir autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery colors in a sunset. I believe in deity. I hear most often with my eyes, and I will trust a facial expression before any accompanying comment. I invent rules, words, adventures, and imaginary friends. I pretend something wonderful every day. I will never quit pretending.

Fathers...Rise at dawn.Stand up strong.Fix and build.Plow the field.Carry the weight.Work 'til late.Encourage our dreams.Provide the means.Fight with might.Defend what's right.Protect the home.Refuse to roam.Forge the way.Take time to play.Spoil our moms.Keep homelife calm.And all becauseof selfless love.

The blue of daylightfades and chills as the sun sinksbeneath clouds of fire.

New light in the skyannounces a sacred birth.Shine brightly young star.

When there is not enough time to do your best, do the best you can with the time you have.

Corned beef and cabbage and leprechaun men.Colorful rainbows hide gold at their end.Shamrocks and clovers with three leaves plus one.Dress up in green__dd a top hat for fun.Steal a quick kiss from the lasses in red.A tin whistle tune off the top of my head.Friends, raise a goblet and offer this to

Life is the clay from which dreams are molded.