<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190</id><updated>2012-03-01T16:24:10.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Window to Her Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry written by: Janette Marie 
all writings in this blog are original works of Janette Marie   © 2011 Janette Marie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8561568792890288479</id><published>2012-03-01T16:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T16:24:10.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I face a day when all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;that sky &amp; moon don't appear the same&lt;br /&gt;where hate and greed take over all&lt;br /&gt;may God give me rest at Heaven's gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janette Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8561568792890288479?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8561568792890288479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8561568792890288479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/03/should-i-face-day-when-all-goes-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1678613796183823730</id><published>2012-02-29T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T18:32:35.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through time and space I am taken there &lt;br /&gt;Place you and I have been before&lt;br /&gt;Entwined in each others presence&lt;br /&gt;Comforted by your touch&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath on my neck &lt;br /&gt;Moments before your lips touch&lt;br /&gt;The senses bring back all of you &lt;br /&gt;Again etched inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Settling deep within my heart  &lt;br /&gt;One again for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1678613796183823730?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1678613796183823730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1678613796183823730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6528089192083361715</id><published>2012-02-21T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T22:02:02.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>written by Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite breadth of silence&lt;br /&gt;consuming light within its path&lt;br /&gt;invading the moments hanging unspent&lt;br /&gt;reminding the keeper of their lonely continuance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tedious life suggests normalcy&lt;br /&gt;time jammed without substance&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities rule sanity&lt;br /&gt;sanity escapes waiting for the moment&lt;br /&gt;its screams consume the silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6528089192083361715?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6528089192083361715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6528089192083361715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5139613463381546817</id><published>2012-01-07T23:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:51:56.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Looking up heavens way&lt;br /&gt;a heart pouring out its pain&lt;br /&gt;worldly wrongs lost to explain&lt;br /&gt;tears desperate to cleanse&lt;br /&gt;heart, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;searching to mend a world in pain&lt;br /&gt;may your reply not be in vain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5139613463381546817?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5139613463381546817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5139613463381546817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8529585791581784965</id><published>2012-01-07T00:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:25:24.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Early Morning, feel your heart beating as U wait in anticipation of a new glorious sunrise ~ a new day ~ a gift ~ breathe calmly in its wake. Janette Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8529585791581784965?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8529585791581784965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8529585791581784965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/early-morning-feel-your-heart-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2526598247970975838</id><published>2012-01-07T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:24:01.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is like a relay race, Love is the baton - you must pass love along to others to reach the finish line - PEACE. Janette Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2526598247970975838?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2526598247970975838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2526598247970975838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-like-relay-race-love-is-baton.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-554534691296743176</id><published>2011-10-29T20:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:24:31.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Gift My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KE0v-bkZnuM/TrWpiRhVuQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZTNeRZIFNj0/s1600/13%2B-%2BCopy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KE0v-bkZnuM/TrWpiRhVuQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZTNeRZIFNj0/s400/13%2B-%2BCopy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671625712026892546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't wrapped in pretty paper&lt;br /&gt;or tied with a shiny bow&lt;br /&gt;yet I received this speical gift&lt;br /&gt;so unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It arrived one very ordinary day&lt;br /&gt;opening up my heart&lt;br /&gt;pouring tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;bringing me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on my knees &lt;br /&gt;with tearfilled eyes&lt;br /&gt;and an open heart&lt;br /&gt;that I could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a light&lt;br /&gt;shining bright&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I found I could hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I heard were his words&lt;br /&gt;words making things so clear&lt;br /&gt;telling me to make a change&lt;br /&gt;that I am worth what I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;a life of love - a life with peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I must forgive&lt;br /&gt;that loving is the way&lt;br /&gt;that I must choose to love&lt;br /&gt;and live in His grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To appreciate each moment&lt;br /&gt;to find joy not chore in all I do&lt;br /&gt;to see the world through new eyes&lt;br /&gt;and a heart open to Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you my friend&lt;br /&gt;for your loving gift&lt;br /&gt;you gave me back my life&lt;br /&gt;a life with love and a life with peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-554534691296743176?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/554534691296743176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/554534691296743176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-gift-my-friend.html' title='Your Gift My Friend'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KE0v-bkZnuM/TrWpiRhVuQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZTNeRZIFNj0/s72-c/13%2B-%2BCopy.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6438770594418926255</id><published>2011-08-22T20:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:31:42.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Tree</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give for just one moment to live&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the branches of you the giving tree&lt;br /&gt;to feel the  gift of your branches&lt;br /&gt;to see the view only you can give &lt;br /&gt;you the giving tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your view inspire my hands&lt;br /&gt;to write the words given&lt;br /&gt;will your branches sustain the energy&lt;br /&gt;to move my pen across my paper&lt;br /&gt;to lay upon its lineless existance&lt;br /&gt;the words given to rhyme with my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6438770594418926255?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6438770594418926255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6438770594418926255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/poet.html' title='Giving Tree'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8034115089680853551</id><published>2011-08-21T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T10:28:50.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>Emotion inside so strong it silences the words to express it&lt;br /&gt;Picture in the mind so vivid it breaks the heart to dream it&lt;br /&gt;Need to touch with the hands that feel her love slip away&lt;br /&gt;Tears from her eyes fill the loss from her heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8034115089680853551?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8034115089680853551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8034115089680853551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7719754600777382375</id><published>2011-08-19T11:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:37:38.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS4xrNPShNM/Tk6DCcqbEYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PqNQXNGHUeI/s1600/elelphant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS4xrNPShNM/Tk6DCcqbEYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PqNQXNGHUeI/s400/elelphant.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642591461218914690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue canvas&lt;br /&gt;high above&lt;br /&gt;clouds like cottonballs &lt;br /&gt;blowing by&lt;br /&gt;balloons fashioned &lt;br /&gt;for a holiday parade&lt;br /&gt;each one choosing &lt;br /&gt;its favorite charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7719754600777382375?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7719754600777382375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7719754600777382375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IS4xrNPShNM/Tk6DCcqbEYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PqNQXNGHUeI/s72-c/elelphant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5887438724560244784</id><published>2011-08-16T19:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:48:39.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUjz4QDdsFg/TksAYRpNP2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/saiNNIUqqZk/s1600/1a"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUjz4QDdsFg/TksAYRpNP2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/saiNNIUqqZk/s400/1a" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641603375264776034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love to call your own&lt;br /&gt;a hand to hold with yours alone&lt;br /&gt;a kindred soul to bond with yours&lt;br /&gt;to fill your heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance across a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;a smile to light the dark&lt;br /&gt;a friend to have to call your own&lt;br /&gt;whose heart belongs to you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and dreams to fill a jar&lt;br /&gt;that light up like captured fireflies&lt;br /&gt;together to contemplate their beauty&lt;br /&gt;and release to see them fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all the hopes and dreams you have&lt;br /&gt;resting quiet in your captive heart&lt;br /&gt;find their way outside the jar&lt;br /&gt;to light the dark for you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5887438724560244784?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5887438724560244784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5887438724560244784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/wish.html' title='The Wish'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUjz4QDdsFg/TksAYRpNP2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/saiNNIUqqZk/s72-c/1a' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2761485176329146355</id><published>2011-08-07T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:07:24.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>when in this world&lt;br /&gt;will I be heard&lt;br /&gt;when will I matter&lt;br /&gt;enough to not be flattened&lt;br /&gt;my words are important&lt;br /&gt;and they have power&lt;br /&gt;is that the reason&lt;br /&gt;they are always overpowered&lt;br /&gt;I matter&lt;br /&gt;when will you hear&lt;br /&gt;will you ever care&lt;br /&gt;enough to let me share&lt;br /&gt;all that is inside&lt;br /&gt;when will you care&lt;br /&gt;to allow me to be&lt;br /&gt;to say, to feel to be alive&lt;br /&gt;why am I always squashed&lt;br /&gt;what is it about me that&lt;br /&gt;brings me to be overpowered&lt;br /&gt;in thoughts, opinions, words, air&lt;br /&gt;let me breathe&lt;br /&gt;let me exist&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge that I exist&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed&lt;br /&gt;TO BE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2761485176329146355?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2761485176329146355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2761485176329146355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4927110231891097424</id><published>2011-07-31T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:43:30.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday Greetings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day split up like a banana split, spent lounging about in a boat made for two, spoonfuls of chocolate to awaken your senses, a strawberry sunset to consume before dusk and a vanilla moon behind an ocean view topping off a Sunday built just for two.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your Sunday be as cool as vanilla ice cream,as sweet as strawberry topping your sky filled w/whipped cream clouds &amp; a cherry on top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4927110231891097424?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4927110231891097424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4927110231891097424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-greetings-may-your-day-split-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4862521998276383335</id><published>2011-07-20T06:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:10:10.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by candelight&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Seeing visions of you&lt;br /&gt;Dancing alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles overcome sadness&lt;br /&gt;as you light up the room&lt;br /&gt;flickers of candelight&lt;br /&gt;become your moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of your audience&lt;br /&gt;you let your heart free&lt;br /&gt;the music, the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;that's who you become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is consumed&lt;br /&gt;by your presence therein&lt;br /&gt;your beauty, your light&lt;br /&gt;the dancer takes flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by candelight&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a dream&lt;br /&gt;the dancer is no longer&lt;br /&gt;dancing alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4862521998276383335?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4862521998276383335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4862521998276383335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-517773665707015742</id><published>2011-07-17T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:00:47.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;what it is I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;or the things I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;all these days alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you have tears&lt;br /&gt;running down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;pouring from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;missing me as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you find your way home&lt;br /&gt;to my open door&lt;br /&gt;will you choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;and not regret your leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if your heart&lt;br /&gt;beats insync with mine&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the things I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;are you missing me as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here with aching heart&lt;br /&gt;knowing your heart is loving&lt;br /&gt;truth resides in both of us&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll be as one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-517773665707015742?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/517773665707015742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/517773665707015742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5274439375527766081</id><published>2011-07-16T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:04:58.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>Written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless elements unconscious of time&lt;br /&gt;existing in universal harmony&lt;br /&gt;sparkling in magic and wonder&lt;br /&gt;do we dare to interfere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing to understand your magic&lt;br /&gt;to witness your grace and wonder&lt;br /&gt;we strive to grasp your beauty &lt;br /&gt;and understand your being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you amongst the stars&lt;br /&gt;or hidden within the dark&lt;br /&gt;our maker ~ our light&lt;br /&gt;dare we come close&lt;br /&gt;or spoil your beauty trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mysteries are to discover&lt;br /&gt;to challenge the minds of young&lt;br /&gt;mysteries that which dreams are conceived&lt;br /&gt;to know you we risk losing wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5274439375527766081?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5274439375527766081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5274439375527766081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5204670165692847210</id><published>2011-07-10T19:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:37:22.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without you, the days painfully pass, like a cold winter wind leaving me breathless, cold &amp; looking forward to spring -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5204670165692847210?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5204670165692847210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5204670165692847210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/without-you-days-painfully-pass-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1718542903543746122</id><published>2011-07-09T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:15:04.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flickering of light&lt;br /&gt;between dancing leaves&lt;br /&gt;drained out by the chatter&lt;br /&gt;of inhabitants of my yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of a cycle&lt;br /&gt;repeating every day&lt;br /&gt;from dawn until dusk&lt;br /&gt;its work must be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like us it has morning&lt;br /&gt;stretching out until noon&lt;br /&gt;growing and being&lt;br /&gt;as baby in Mother's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evening drifts in&lt;br /&gt;all calms to a crawl&lt;br /&gt;contemplating the dark&lt;br /&gt;and the magic it brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies and June bugs&lt;br /&gt;buzzing right by&lt;br /&gt;the moonlight the stardust&lt;br /&gt;giving way to the night&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating the mystery&lt;br /&gt;and magic of night&lt;br /&gt;imagination set free&lt;br /&gt;to dream and to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1718542903543746122?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1718542903543746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1718542903543746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6699755921973316796</id><published>2011-06-23T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:43:30.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkQiJ5ms0Q/TgPqEttgOuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/04sNNau2uzU/s1600/157006_173670695997821_100000646742441_453924_6037155_n.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkQiJ5ms0Q/TgPqEttgOuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/04sNNau2uzU/s320/157006_173670695997821_100000646742441_453924_6037155_n.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621594126599338722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michael"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Celebrate his Life of Light and Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rhythm of an old washing machine&lt;br /&gt;broken string from Dad's guitar&lt;br /&gt;singing and dancing from dawn till dusk&lt;br /&gt;a Light was lit one note at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God chose a very special soul&lt;br /&gt;to be the Light to brighten our world&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh, a tear a Man&lt;br /&gt;we're blessed to know his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man to carry our sorrows &amp; pain&lt;br /&gt;take on his shoulders all that came&lt;br /&gt;Light that never flickered&lt;br /&gt;Light that will never fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving care for our smallest ones&lt;br /&gt;teaching others by leading the way&lt;br /&gt;asking only that Peace and Love prevail&lt;br /&gt;encouraging all to dream their dreams&lt;br /&gt;inspiring all to achieve; to Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children see this brilliant light&lt;br /&gt;respond in kind to his gentle ways&lt;br /&gt;they understand him without words&lt;br /&gt;This Man that Loves and is their Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respecting the Gift of Song and Dance&lt;br /&gt;nature smiles and is fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;turning nature's talent into Loving Light&lt;br /&gt;teaching gently where it lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love laid out a path&lt;br /&gt;His Light encourages all to follow&lt;br /&gt;Join his songs and dance along&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and come along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6699755921973316796?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6699755921973316796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6699755921973316796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/michael-to-celebrate-his-life-of-light.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkQiJ5ms0Q/TgPqEttgOuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/04sNNau2uzU/s72-c/157006_173670695997821_100000646742441_453924_6037155_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3526603740387389936</id><published>2011-06-08T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:20:25.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3iCxkkBMTQ/TfAt1IqOG9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/eCTaRjjzL1w/s1600/robin"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3iCxkkBMTQ/TfAt1IqOG9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/eCTaRjjzL1w/s320/robin" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616039126211894226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening breeze, only broken by the chirping of the red robin&lt;br /&gt;speaking to her babies, she's fogotten they've left the nest ~&lt;br /&gt;she looks to me and we understand each other. Life continues ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3526603740387389936?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3526603740387389936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3526603740387389936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/evening-breeze-only-broken-by-chirping.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3iCxkkBMTQ/TfAt1IqOG9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/eCTaRjjzL1w/s72-c/robin' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8416713221788764936</id><published>2011-05-29T23:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:01:33.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Sons</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take my boys away&lt;br /&gt;to foreign lands so far away&lt;br /&gt;playing out your game of greed&lt;br /&gt;Greed spawns hate;hate buys war&lt;br /&gt;paid by lives of my little boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money you have plenty&lt;br /&gt;no need to crave more&lt;br /&gt;wars are profit&lt;br /&gt;to fill your pockets&lt;br /&gt;blood covered dollars&lt;br /&gt;stain your pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are given no choice&lt;br /&gt;but to march and pull trigger&lt;br /&gt;to live or to die&lt;br /&gt;peace never to buy&lt;br /&gt;we Mothers just say good bye&lt;br /&gt;and fall down to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken our babies&lt;br /&gt;to fight in your war&lt;br /&gt;a war you've created&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy your greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is our Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Love is our guide&lt;br /&gt;No place for war&lt;br /&gt;in a world filled with Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8416713221788764936?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8416713221788764936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8416713221788764936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-two-sons.html' title='My Two Sons'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7225046174917696539</id><published>2011-05-24T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:37:55.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtUi5_waX2k/Tdx5gBZX6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/_JmgFzy1Gvg/s1600/NM_MICHAEL_JACKSON_AFRO_090625_ssv.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtUi5_waX2k/Tdx5gBZX6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/_JmgFzy1Gvg/s320/NM_MICHAEL_JACKSON_AFRO_090625_ssv.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610492826834430946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young one from Indiana you came&lt;br /&gt;making tracks upon our hearts&lt;br /&gt;one beat at a time you reached &lt;br /&gt; you the young one from Indiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana sent you across the land&lt;br /&gt;bringing with you a child's heart&lt;br /&gt;and with that child's heart you brought&lt;br /&gt;wisdom in a voice, wisdom from a heart&lt;br /&gt;way beyond its years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stage above the crowd &lt;br /&gt;larger than life you sang with pride&lt;br /&gt;dancing and spinning into  the light&lt;br /&gt;young one from Indiana you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;young man with strength and pride&lt;br /&gt;giving of so many things&lt;br /&gt;helping those that are in need&lt;br /&gt;giving more than they'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh young one from Indiana we love&lt;br /&gt;can't protect you from ourselves&lt;br /&gt;what we allowed to harm your heart&lt;br /&gt;we should hang our heads in shame&lt;br /&gt;young one from Indiana's fame&lt;br /&gt;ended up taking away his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young one from Indiana taught&lt;br /&gt;not to hang our heads and pout&lt;br /&gt;hold our heads up this too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;and with his lead we learned to Love&lt;br /&gt;learned that Peace really is the goal&lt;br /&gt;but Peace comes with a price&lt;br /&gt;but all it costs is truth and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh young one from Indiana we love&lt;br /&gt;you have inspired and have shown your face&lt;br /&gt;given us the map to trace&lt;br /&gt;to spread Love across the land&lt;br /&gt;Young one from Indiana came&lt;br /&gt;came to give Light from fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7225046174917696539?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7225046174917696539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7225046174917696539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-indiana.html' title='From Indiana'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JtUi5_waX2k/Tdx5gBZX6-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/_JmgFzy1Gvg/s72-c/NM_MICHAEL_JACKSON_AFRO_090625_ssv.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4953746723343879770</id><published>2011-05-19T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:55:10.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJkKmTIHDsI/TdXX--5DQPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OB-PoouuW0g/s1600/rainforest_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJkKmTIHDsI/TdXX--5DQPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OB-PoouuW0g/s320/rainforest_1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608626387993968882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains this much, I wonder~&lt;br /&gt;what will overflow first&lt;br /&gt;the River or my heart&lt;br /&gt;from missing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4953746723343879770?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4953746723343879770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4953746723343879770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-it-rains-this-much-i-wonder-what.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJkKmTIHDsI/TdXX--5DQPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OB-PoouuW0g/s72-c/rainforest_1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2708399950271511274</id><published>2011-05-13T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:49:42.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes covered with shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;alone and desparate with a wedding band&lt;br /&gt;silent screams fill the air&lt;br /&gt;tears telling of deep despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason isn't here nor there&lt;br /&gt;each time different but with despair&lt;br /&gt;tears dilute the pain she wears&lt;br /&gt;tears unnoticed and touch no heart&lt;br /&gt;now vows never to let him see a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now through pain a woman reborn&lt;br /&gt;new eyes to view the world&lt;br /&gt;Tears again fall upon her feet&lt;br /&gt;weaping for the pain she wore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2708399950271511274?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2708399950271511274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2708399950271511274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4954582942751944597</id><published>2011-05-01T08:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:26:34.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qRmCR9Wd4o/TcQ9UHik9-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vDH4SUodxaQ/s1600/flowers_67.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qRmCR9Wd4o/TcQ9UHik9-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vDH4SUodxaQ/s320/flowers_67.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671252186494946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love sustains me&lt;br /&gt;running through my heart&lt;br /&gt;spreading strength within&lt;br /&gt;sure to know you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the reasons&lt;br /&gt;or difficulty of task&lt;br /&gt;of you I know I trust&lt;br /&gt;my Mother, Oh, so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you carry me&lt;br /&gt;it's more that you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;strong hand on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;the other hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your Love&lt;br /&gt;your patience and your pride&lt;br /&gt;the strength I need today&lt;br /&gt;you've given me in Gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4954582942751944597?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4954582942751944597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4954582942751944597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qRmCR9Wd4o/TcQ9UHik9-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vDH4SUodxaQ/s72-c/flowers_67.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4974345865968007098</id><published>2011-04-24T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T09:15:47.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Timmerman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3dg-uhDAZs/TbQiVg36sdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVGfKNz6ffY/s1600/timmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3dg-uhDAZs/TbQiVg36sdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVGfKNz6ffY/s320/timmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599137989725434322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;April 24, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Timmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby boy&lt;br /&gt;eyes so blue&lt;br /&gt;golden heart so true&lt;br /&gt;God blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;my baby boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler on a swing&lt;br /&gt;flying through the air&lt;br /&gt;a prehistoric bird&lt;br /&gt;screetching at creatures&lt;br /&gt;oh where did you go&lt;br /&gt;my little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and Love&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;bright sunny days&lt;br /&gt;and crickets singing&lt;br /&gt;roasted marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of dreams&lt;br /&gt;and talking about wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics have changed&lt;br /&gt;as years have passed&lt;br /&gt;will you understand&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;My Little Timmerman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4974345865968007098?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4974345865968007098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4974345865968007098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-timmerman.html' title='My Little Timmerman'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3dg-uhDAZs/TbQiVg36sdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVGfKNz6ffY/s72-c/timmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2570290078465595095</id><published>2011-04-19T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:13:08.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Knew</title><content type='html'>written by &lt;br /&gt;Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be this long&lt;br /&gt;would I have waited&lt;br /&gt;If I knew how much I would cry&lt;br /&gt;would I have made it&lt;br /&gt;If I knew in the end there would be you&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2570290078465595095?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2570290078465595095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2570290078465595095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-knew.html' title='If I Knew'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7221363458271340655</id><published>2011-04-14T19:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:31:30.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KXtELG1wY4/TakNg4fn17I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kV6ve5kCtho/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KXtELG1wY4/TakNg4fn17I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kV6ve5kCtho/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596018870556546994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie ** Heaven Must Wait - below - was written for a friend whose Mother has recently passed away. This poem is also written for her Mother and for her and her family** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a moment&lt;br /&gt;a moment in time &lt;br /&gt;to hold, to comfort &lt;br /&gt;to be still and to know&lt;br /&gt;God is waiting &lt;br /&gt;for us to be ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming together &lt;br /&gt;to Love her those days &lt;br /&gt;in silence she heard us &lt;br /&gt;in silence she answered us &lt;br /&gt;God was waiting &lt;br /&gt;for us to be ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tick of the clock &lt;br /&gt;yet a moment passed &lt;br /&gt;in silence and peace &lt;br /&gt;a miracle happens &lt;br /&gt;the leaving is arriving &lt;br /&gt;no fanfare no fear &lt;br /&gt;eternity meets one moment&lt;br /&gt;a glorious reunion &lt;br /&gt;that moment passed &lt;br /&gt;no tick of the clock&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy is ready &lt;br /&gt;Heaven is waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're given but moments &lt;br /&gt;in God's earthly plan &lt;br /&gt;Only through him &lt;br /&gt;courage is found &lt;br /&gt;Peace replaces tears &lt;br /&gt;Memories conquer fears &lt;br /&gt;God has answered &lt;br /&gt;Heaven is waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7221363458271340655?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7221363458271340655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7221363458271340655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-answered.html' title='God Answered'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KXtELG1wY4/TakNg4fn17I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kV6ve5kCtho/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5926006141607617439</id><published>2011-04-14T19:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:33:13.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Must Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SL5RYq5SPIo/TakN6Cs7pYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vebJsXzU5Nw/s1600/work_2678892_4_flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf_fuschia-zinnia.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SL5RYq5SPIo/TakN6Cs7pYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vebJsXzU5Nw/s320/work_2678892_4_flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf_fuschia-zinnia.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596019302793454978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven must wait&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to do&lt;br /&gt;so much to see&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy isn't ready&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are waiting&lt;br /&gt;for Mom to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren milestones&lt;br /&gt;yet to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Life to soak up&lt;br /&gt;and bind with her soul&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy isn't ready&lt;br /&gt;Heaven must wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All must be ready&lt;br /&gt;the day the Lord calls&lt;br /&gt;we ask for but moments&lt;br /&gt;in God's earthly plan&lt;br /&gt;Moments are years&lt;br /&gt;years full of life&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy isn't ready&lt;br /&gt;Heaven must wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for a friend whose Mother was trying to recover from a serious health issue, she has since passed away, I've written "God Answered" in her honor and memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5926006141607617439?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5926006141607617439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5926006141607617439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/heaven-must-wait.html' title='Heaven Must Wait'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SL5RYq5SPIo/TakN6Cs7pYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vebJsXzU5Nw/s72-c/work_2678892_4_flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf_fuschia-zinnia.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6290888806985641248</id><published>2011-04-08T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:42:27.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpNPu17yOYU/TZ_HhMCBNgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZhFw657NlNI/s1600/roller-coaster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpNPu17yOYU/TZ_HhMCBNgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZhFw657NlNI/s320/roller-coaster.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593408635196749314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:  Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;with an empty seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always easy&lt;br /&gt;remembering to smile&lt;br /&gt;wanting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Until you come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6290888806985641248?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6290888806985641248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6290888806985641248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpNPu17yOYU/TZ_HhMCBNgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZhFw657NlNI/s72-c/roller-coaster.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6485030200369413702</id><published>2011-03-18T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:25:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Paris With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7C5VD1R840/TYOxfd-UzuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mu5jhmHPl-U/s1600/winding-road-by-raymond-murray-art-print.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585503117049646818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7C5VD1R840/TYOxfd-UzuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mu5jhmHPl-U/s320/winding-road-by-raymond-murray-art-print.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by: Janette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey just beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much lies ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a treasure map of dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;googled out for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road has twists and turns &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showing each new adventure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some far in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;others under your feet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every dream you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and see with your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel within your soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will find its way to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet wonderful Paris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you this special day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all your heart desires &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dreams meant for Queens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May smiles rest upon your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sun upon your shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sweet refreshing breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blowing through your hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may love fall softly around you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a gentle kiss upon your cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6485030200369413702?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6485030200369413702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6485030200369413702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-paris-with-love.html' title='To Paris With Love'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7C5VD1R840/TYOxfd-UzuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mu5jhmHPl-U/s72-c/winding-road-by-raymond-murray-art-print.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6493662084333840409</id><published>2011-03-05T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:52:46.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Horizon</title><content type='html'>Written by: Janette&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the land&lt;br /&gt;the cool refreshing water&lt;br /&gt;cleansing away the sorrow of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand becomes a mold&lt;br /&gt;of your feet upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;of a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise sparkles&lt;br /&gt;across the water&lt;br /&gt;possibilities the future has waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime of happiness&lt;br /&gt;yet to discover&lt;br /&gt;love and laughter are there to behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the edge of the land&lt;br /&gt;feet planted firmley in the sand&lt;br /&gt;She smiles. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6493662084333840409?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6493662084333840409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6493662084333840409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-horizon.html' title='New Horizon'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5049998317705811711</id><published>2011-03-03T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:28:21.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3y0v8b1ihc/TcQ9veLBDHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1MFCzSCtujo/s1600/44626_144750532222715_121841604513608_262636_7758213_n.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3y0v8b1ihc/TcQ9veLBDHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1MFCzSCtujo/s320/44626_144750532222715_121841604513608_262636_7758213_n.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671722118155378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like the wind, they softly brush against your face leaving a smile as they go. JME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5049998317705811711?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5049998317705811711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5049998317705811711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends-are-like-wind-they-softly-brush.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3y0v8b1ihc/TcQ9veLBDHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1MFCzSCtujo/s72-c/44626_144750532222715_121841604513608_262636_7758213_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1991667786950715235</id><published>2011-02-10T16:56:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:26:02.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Tumbleweed</title><content type='html'>Written by: Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tumbled hair&lt;br /&gt;and big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;all shall see&lt;br /&gt;Little Tumbleweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Spirit&lt;br /&gt;that roams without limit&lt;br /&gt;tumbling into the hearts&lt;br /&gt;of those that are smart&lt;br /&gt;which see the true heart&lt;br /&gt;of Little Tumbleweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to go&lt;br /&gt;where the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;bringing laughter and love&lt;br /&gt;to the emptiest of lands&lt;br /&gt;Little Tumbleweed&lt;br /&gt;So Quiet - So Quick&lt;br /&gt;Spirit gracing the land&lt;br /&gt;covered in sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightly you tumble&lt;br /&gt;across land into hearts&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest I know&lt;br /&gt;Little Tumbleweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1991667786950715235?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1991667786950715235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1991667786950715235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-tumbleweed_5450.html' title='Little Tumbleweed'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4165929187584841297</id><published>2011-01-31T18:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:12:10.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird of Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TUdBLY0OzfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d7ydURHamtA/s1600/Bird_of__Paradise_by_KLR620.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568491128162799090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TUdBLY0OzfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d7ydURHamtA/s320/Bird_of__Paradise_by_KLR620.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;written by: Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorful bird taking flight&lt;br /&gt;youthful spirit making strides&lt;br /&gt;creating a place of balance in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength of character&lt;br /&gt;shows in the light&lt;br /&gt;making radiant your flight&lt;br /&gt;soaring to new heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen years&lt;br /&gt;gracing the landscape of our lives&lt;br /&gt;privileged to witness your beauty - your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Son of our Light&lt;br /&gt;illuminates the colors of your wings&lt;br /&gt;longevity and immortality&lt;br /&gt;seem destined to be yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4165929187584841297?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4165929187584841297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4165929187584841297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/bird-of-paradise.html' title='Bird of Paradise'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TUdBLY0OzfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/d7ydURHamtA/s72-c/Bird_of__Paradise_by_KLR620.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3146646736018541523</id><published>2011-01-03T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:39:47.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TSJ6VpI6HlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9gOi9TflYR4/s1600/3638100760_67f58ef8a8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558139402367671890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TSJ6VpI6HlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9gOi9TflYR4/s400/3638100760_67f58ef8a8.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The softness of your petals and the sweet scent of your blooms are missed amongst the winter's snow &amp;amp; a lonley heart." Janette Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3146646736018541523?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3146646736018541523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3146646736018541523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/softness-of-your-petals-and-sweet-scent.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TSJ6VpI6HlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9gOi9TflYR4/s72-c/3638100760_67f58ef8a8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4952489189003589203</id><published>2011-01-01T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:54:41.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>written by:  Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here, alone, in the quiet thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;knowing you are there,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of my window&lt;br /&gt;so close yet unreachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here alone, in the evening quiet&lt;br /&gt;longing for conversation&lt;br /&gt;with you my truest friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the other side of my window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4952489189003589203?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4952489189003589203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4952489189003589203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5958259757001592639</id><published>2010-12-24T13:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:27:15.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-GeTCnCqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cY5_0RkZ9NI/s1600/rainforest_1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566315519518640802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-GeTCnCqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cY5_0RkZ9NI/s320/rainforest_1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writtenby: Janette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;My friend, who sees my heart&lt;br /&gt;the one that wants to know my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that wants to listen to my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;your view of the world different than mine&lt;br /&gt;but my view with yours shows a beautiful picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;How I love how you see me&lt;br /&gt;with eyes of love and acceptance&lt;br /&gt;I've never known before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;I long to share our views&lt;br /&gt;to see the world through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and learn more who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been all your life?&lt;br /&gt;Right here, searching ~ waiting~ for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5958259757001592639?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4732552699230309114</id><published>2010-12-23T12:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:25:36.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-F9LubhHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-MPt2j1gLQM/s1600/100_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566314950619268210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-F9LubhHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-MPt2j1gLQM/s320/100_1836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Christmas gift you may not find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wrapped up beneath the tree this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopes and dreams sometimes seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bleak and out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trust dear Child that all will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all that God promises this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You are a Light given to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a Spotlight for the World to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's Promised Light and Love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;if only you Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Reach out your heart into the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Share your Love and your Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Give of yourself to those in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;much more than you yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Receive the JOY that comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beyond your treasured hopes and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;find that what lies out there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is the greatest gift of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You yourself are the greatest gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a gift of Love created by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you give of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;freely from your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;His Love returns to you ten fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a treasure worth a heart of Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4732552699230309114?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-960340313483977714</id><published>2010-12-13T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:10:51.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>written by&lt;br /&gt;Janette Marie © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments when I see....&lt;br /&gt;A baby&lt;br /&gt;A young child&lt;br /&gt;an elephant&lt;br /&gt;an amusement park&lt;br /&gt;hear the sound of music in the air&lt;br /&gt;A Red Rose&lt;br /&gt;The colorful Sunrise and Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;a breathtaking Moon&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Stars&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Majestic trees&lt;br /&gt;a colorful leaf&lt;br /&gt;a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;A hat&lt;br /&gt;A glove&lt;br /&gt;silly shoes&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;a tear&lt;br /&gt;candy or&lt;br /&gt;popcorn&lt;br /&gt;the snow&lt;br /&gt;silence in the air&lt;br /&gt;a book&lt;br /&gt;a comic&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;curly hair&lt;br /&gt;someone dancing&lt;br /&gt;anything Red&lt;br /&gt;my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;a diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-960340313483977714?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/960340313483977714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/960340313483977714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5430481074287631844</id><published>2010-12-03T18:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:12:30.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;12/3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mama, how could you leave&lt;br /&gt;four of your six were still in the nest&lt;br /&gt;none of us were grown yet&lt;br /&gt;oh, how could you leave us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too young to care for myself&lt;br /&gt;yet needing to mother the younger&lt;br /&gt;new home, new city, hunger&lt;br /&gt;for the love of my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught to understand&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in your favor&lt;br /&gt;always feeling dispicable&lt;br /&gt;because I didn't have your favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If walls could speak my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;if they could tell of my heart&lt;br /&gt;would you care to know&lt;br /&gt;the sacrifce of youth I gave&lt;br /&gt;to survive your flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mama, how could you leave&lt;br /&gt;was your freedom worth the price&lt;br /&gt;yet I love you and I forgive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5430481074287631844?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5430481074287631844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5430481074287631844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/momma.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1463227450193068073</id><published>2010-12-02T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:31:54.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-HjvkHFWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FvbS-dDHRUg/s1600/weeping_willow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566316712586319202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-HjvkHFWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FvbS-dDHRUg/s320/weeping_willow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by: Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping Williow&lt;br /&gt;why do you weap&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you're missing&lt;br /&gt;just like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping Willow&lt;br /&gt;your branches weap so low&lt;br /&gt;they sweep the ground&lt;br /&gt;and the tops of my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping Willow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sad&lt;br /&gt;I touch your branches&lt;br /&gt;and I feel your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping Willow&lt;br /&gt;Why So sad&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you're missing&lt;br /&gt;just like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1463227450193068073?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5773417644983189734</id><published>2010-12-01T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:33:48.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushes and a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-H-07TeeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FIzJqdfdzO4/s1600/Still_Live_with_Paint_and_brushes_15x22-358x261.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566317177882245602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-H-07TeeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FIzJqdfdzO4/s320/Still_Live_with_Paint_and_brushes_15x22-358x261.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by : Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a Christmas not long ago&lt;br /&gt;when your name I did not know&lt;br /&gt;My heart has known you are the one&lt;br /&gt;My soul needed to become whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions like statues&lt;br /&gt;attempt hauntings in the mind&lt;br /&gt;creativity struggles to surface, to light&lt;br /&gt;to fill hearts anew, with a glow, with Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusting away memories&lt;br /&gt;as new ones fall into place&lt;br /&gt;a family of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;a family of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a canvas, empty and new&lt;br /&gt;brushes dipped in hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;anxious to create memories in the hearts&lt;br /&gt;matching dreams in the mind&lt;br /&gt;of those daring to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a Christmas not long ago&lt;br /&gt;your name I did not know&lt;br /&gt;I've dared to dream a dream of you&lt;br /&gt;a portrait born from hopes and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5773417644983189734?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5773417644983189734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5773417644983189734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/brushes-and-dream.html' title='Brushes and a Dream'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-H-07TeeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FIzJqdfdzO4/s72-c/Still_Live_with_Paint_and_brushes_15x22-358x261.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5564854481570299026</id><published>2010-11-30T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:13:00.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;November 30, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wanting&lt;br /&gt;a Longing&lt;br /&gt;a needing&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;wanting, longing, needing also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give,&lt;br /&gt;to share,&lt;br /&gt;to dream,&lt;br /&gt;to be one with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Side by side&lt;br /&gt;minds connected&lt;br /&gt;souls bound by Longing and Loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5564854481570299026?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5564854481570299026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5564854481570299026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-love.html' title='To Love'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1110773932870785175</id><published>2010-11-23T22:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:13:28.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Recently, while moving, I found some poems I wrote many years ago that I thought that I had lost. I thought that I would share a couple of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;May 22, 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;crowded with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look&lt;br /&gt;no partner is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is taken&lt;br /&gt;everyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the odd one&lt;br /&gt;left to dance alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Summer 1986 (untitled) © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excite my mind&lt;br /&gt;expanding my horizons&lt;br /&gt;Thus making my world exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You challenge my wit and&lt;br /&gt;encourage it back&lt;br /&gt;thus adding humor to my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sense my feelings and understand&lt;br /&gt;thus making me feel important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share your thoughts and concerns&lt;br /&gt;Thus showing that you trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always keep me guessing&lt;br /&gt;thus adding adventure to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always smile&lt;br /&gt;Thus letting me know you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all these things and more&lt;br /&gt;Thus my reasons for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Written November 1980 © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . feel&lt;br /&gt;. . . see&lt;br /&gt;. . . want&lt;br /&gt;. . . need and&lt;br /&gt;. . . Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Haiku (Seasons) December 13, 1979&lt;br /&gt;each written by Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look outside&lt;br /&gt;the wind blows and the snow falls&lt;br /&gt;till the seasons change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rains start&lt;br /&gt;the flowers start to come up&lt;br /&gt;then kissed by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot in the grass&lt;br /&gt;the hot sun beaming down&lt;br /&gt;until the night comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting outside now&lt;br /&gt;the orange sun is setting&lt;br /&gt;down to go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1110773932870785175?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1110773932870785175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1110773932870785175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/treasures-found.html' title='Treasures Found'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-247796443666788357</id><published>2010-11-16T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:09:49.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear Friends ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added today some older poems I've written, so my newer writings are about one page down .. Most recent writings are titled "Sun and Moon" and "Yellow Ribbon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for reading, I hope they bring you joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love - Janette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-247796443666788357?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/247796443666788357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/247796443666788357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-friends-ive-added-today-some-older.html' title=''/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-937936145392055884</id><published>2010-11-16T16:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:55:43.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-L-R00-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/e0yVdRvT6iA/s1600/TimsMJdrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566321566506351490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-L-R00-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/e0yVdRvT6iA/s320/TimsMJdrawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by: Janette © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that wears the Simple shoes&lt;br /&gt;he fills so many different pairs&lt;br /&gt;each one has a special place&lt;br /&gt;within the world we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lets talk about his loving shoes&lt;br /&gt;filled with kindness from his heart&lt;br /&gt;polished with his gentle hands&lt;br /&gt;to see that those he meets will shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Loving Shoes are very large&lt;br /&gt;wide enough to hold the world&lt;br /&gt;safe within their warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;giving and caring to all in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Loving shoes take extra care&lt;br /&gt;for young and sick alike&lt;br /&gt;the little ones that need the Love&lt;br /&gt;are taken in his care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the world is truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;to know this man with Loving Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man that wears these Simple Loving Shoes&lt;br /&gt;His name is Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-937936145392055884?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/937936145392055884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/937936145392055884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple-shoes.html' title='Simple Shoes'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-L-R00-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/e0yVdRvT6iA/s72-c/TimsMJdrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6077314086448421571</id><published>2010-11-16T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:14:42.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a clue?</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie - summer 2010&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm wishing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day that gives to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine mixed with a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tweet that comes from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tweet my heart a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you share a peek of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm wishing you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6077314086448421571?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6077314086448421571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6077314086448421571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-have-clue.html' title='Do you have a clue?'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4888950507390374065</id><published>2010-11-16T16:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:36:38.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Autographed My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-In2sJvtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrcRYMomciA/s1600/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566317882730200786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-In2sJvtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrcRYMomciA/s320/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by: Janette Marie © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;comforts my heart&lt;br /&gt;These days that we're apart&lt;br /&gt;endless dreams of days to come&lt;br /&gt;when we'll share contented joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of your smile&lt;br /&gt;shine brightly from your heart&lt;br /&gt;sharing deeply all your love&lt;br /&gt;you've autographed my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open field of fireflies&lt;br /&gt;our playground to discover&lt;br /&gt;each other's precious spirit&lt;br /&gt;to build a life together&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of your Smile&lt;br /&gt;shine brightly from your heart&lt;br /&gt;sharing deeply all your Love&lt;br /&gt;You've autographed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest of nights&lt;br /&gt;with the brightest Moon&lt;br /&gt;creates magic in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;sitting quietly together&lt;br /&gt;among God's great creations&lt;br /&gt;twin souls find they are content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of your smile&lt;br /&gt;shine brightly from your heart&lt;br /&gt;sharing deeply all your love&lt;br /&gt;you've autographed my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4888950507390374065?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4888950507390374065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4888950507390374065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/youve-autographed-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ve Autographed My Heart'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-In2sJvtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrcRYMomciA/s72-c/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2589245713918496258</id><published>2010-11-16T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:15:23.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Love</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie December 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love; a very simple word&lt;br /&gt;yet holds meaning beyond our understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Love is free and yet priceless&lt;br /&gt;easy to say; difficult to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an emotion~Love is an action&lt;br /&gt;and action is where we sometimes fail.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;You see people around you differently&lt;br /&gt;when we choose to see them with loving eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This is seeing without hate and without prejudice&lt;br /&gt;without jealousy, without anger, without fear&lt;br /&gt;It is seeing with trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see a baby&lt;br /&gt;we all see the baby with eyes of Love&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter its color, its religion&lt;br /&gt;its positon in the world&lt;br /&gt;We see the baby; the creation of God&lt;br /&gt;and we see the baby with loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;this is how we should see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See each others' presence&lt;br /&gt;as a blessing and be wise&lt;br /&gt;with our time and treat each other&lt;br /&gt;as God's special creations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To care for, to guide,&lt;br /&gt;to encourage, to heal&lt;br /&gt;to give our love freely&lt;br /&gt;for the welfare of the other person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Love&lt;br /&gt;unselfish and pleasing to God&lt;br /&gt;Love is a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Love is its reward&lt;br /&gt;I love you ~ is a promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2589245713918496258?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2589245713918496258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2589245713918496258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections-of-love.html' title='Reflections of Love'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-477697900636334723</id><published>2010-11-16T15:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:08:10.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Michael</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie December 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Dearest Michael,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day in June our music stopped and my tears began to fall. Through my mind went so much doubt all that was told felt as lies like before. truth can be found amongst so many lies, at first my mind heard the lies that my heart refused to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search began within my mind. Reading, listening, thinking, reasoning over and over deciphering mountains of sources, logically seeking the truth the world refuses to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew of the turmoil these lies caused in your life and the hoplessness for the truth to surface. People's nature is to doubt truth and then so quickly drawn to sensational lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face I've seen forever. Your eyes tell who you are. Those cannot be duplicated. Your walk, your words, your heart cannot be immitated; I can see the real you amongst them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey has been an opportunity to find you, to hear you, to discover you. Growing up I knew of you; but I only knew a glimpse of you, the man that you are. These past months have been discovery from childhood to manhood who my love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deeply discover your goodness, to feel the pain of your anguish, to cry through all the pains you felt. Learning night after night of your passion for purpose. I have fallen in love with you, the man, living beneath the performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passion you possess for your hopes and dreams beats inside my heart. It pulls at strings within my head to find words for the paper before me. Your words "It's a great adventure" speak to my new existance. I am not the same person I was when this journey began and I suspect different more before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words that find their way to paper come from deep inside. I'm not sure why it happens but this journey brought them out. I'm discovering me for the first time. Great emotion brings creativity and change. Great passion brings great desires and change. Two hearts beating the same but seperated by time and space searching and yearning to be one. I have never felt a greater love or deeper peace than learning who my love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I live in silence. I cannot share my new existance; it has to hide form the world to keep it from being mocked. It must be how you've always felt. Staying true to yourself and virtues in a world so anxious to discard, isn't easy. So many say I love you; but I find it is a selfish Love. It's all about them and not about the Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you, you matter to me and if you matter to me, I hurt when you hurt. We are one, you and I have become we. A new existance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-477697900636334723?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/477697900636334723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/477697900636334723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/dearest-michael.html' title='Dearest Michael'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-514965246312791193</id><published>2010-11-16T15:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:04:52.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-PTmY9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/D0yhuOmCmZk/s1600/FallTrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566325231338760098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-PTmY9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/D0yhuOmCmZk/s320/FallTrees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;written by: Janette November 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in my hometown&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;the trees no longer have the leaves&lt;br /&gt;with colors that make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green of the grass has faded&lt;br /&gt;awaiting the white blanket of winter&lt;br /&gt;today seems cold and lonley&lt;br /&gt;you're not smiling I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;having watched unfold&lt;br /&gt;the stories told only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that tested your endurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this be a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;no hurts ~ no sorrows&lt;br /&gt;no fears ~ no tears&lt;br /&gt;I long for a happy tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;when a smile returns to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-514965246312791193?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/514965246312791193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/514965246312791193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-world.html' title='Perfect World'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TT-PTmY9p6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/D0yhuOmCmZk/s72-c/FallTrees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6976176162767546211</id><published>2010-11-16T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:16:09.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect PlanIT</title><content type='html'>written by Janette Fall 2009&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All National&lt;br /&gt;All People&lt;br /&gt;where do we go from here&lt;br /&gt;stand up and be heard&lt;br /&gt;united and committed&lt;br /&gt;raise our voice of unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make differences&lt;br /&gt;opportunities for strength&lt;br /&gt;bask in our uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;join hands&lt;br /&gt;all nations&lt;br /&gt;all people stand up and be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Planit Needs our voice&lt;br /&gt;speak for our trees&lt;br /&gt;sing for our birds&lt;br /&gt;roar for our tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ride on this Planit together&lt;br /&gt;United we must fight for it&lt;br /&gt;together we live on it&lt;br /&gt;or together we'll parish on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhyhm of our voices&lt;br /&gt;join together&lt;br /&gt;reversing the tides to our better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;step onto the path&lt;br /&gt;lets's Planit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome our fears&lt;br /&gt;challenge and conquer every obstacle&lt;br /&gt;find the courage to begin&lt;br /&gt;step up and accept your role&lt;br /&gt;we all have a part in the PlanIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach high touch a cloud&lt;br /&gt;leave your handprint on it&lt;br /&gt;Jump high for the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;slide down the other side they join our lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans won't divide us&lt;br /&gt;their waters cleanse us&lt;br /&gt;united adn committed my friends across the oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom-Love&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance-Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Understanding-Peace&lt;br /&gt;Choose Peace not war&lt;br /&gt;choose LOVE not hate&lt;br /&gt;knowledge conquers Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;when I know you - you matter&lt;br /&gt;together we achieve&lt;br /&gt;god's pure Love and Joy&lt;br /&gt;this is LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6976176162767546211?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6976176162767546211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6976176162767546211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-are-words.html' title='Perfect PlanIT'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-694766053154914583</id><published>2010-11-16T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:16:25.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest of Dreams</title><content type='html'>written by Janette Marie October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to me last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magically found myself in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight on the garden path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeze playing with the ruffels on my gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling nervous being in your world for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet teased me with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your life, your home, your arms is where I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I felt that my heart was home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart found where it belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking, holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glancing into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love found its home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-694766053154914583?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/694766053154914583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/694766053154914583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweetest-of-dreams.html' title='Sweetest of Dreams'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5169204792766449727</id><published>2010-11-16T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:16:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Sweet Angel</title><content type='html'>written by Janette Marie October 2009&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain of earth cannot rise above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your spirit can out soar the reach of their lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your winds amongst the stars in heaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see you as are, the brightest by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your song beyond teh stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you soar just beyond our reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heave is so close that most overlook it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing to us and we'll hear your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reache for our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll feel your precious love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and we will feel its warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find peace where you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we will find peace too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5169204792766449727?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5169204792766449727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ALL ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to face each day without your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want to believe&lt;br /&gt;that you are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OUT OF MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want to believe you've given in to them&lt;br /&gt;to no longer feel &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UNBREAKABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I sit in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE CLOSET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and secretly &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;until I feel the need to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE WAY IT MAKEs ME FEEL&lt;/span&gt; inside&lt;br /&gt;so helpless and so&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; SPEECHLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over losing you this way&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I've lost my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHILDHOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to believe this is a dream&lt;br /&gt;and with the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BREAK OF DAWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You'll be back like a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUTTERFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swooping back to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HEAL THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ANOTHER PART OF ME&lt;/span&gt; wants to believe&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'LL BE THERE&lt;/span&gt; to see you say&lt;br /&gt;Hello to the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU ARE MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt; and I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart that you'd never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;/span&gt; this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HUMAN NATURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for me to want to believe&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;INVINCIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3670302324054441553?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3670302324054441553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3670302324054441553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-his-words.html' title='In His Words'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3612282354229976698</id><published>2010-11-16T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:16:52.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would I tell Michael If He Could Hear My Voice</title><content type='html'>written by Janette (not to be posted) October 2009&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him of the happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's given to all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say to him I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for things I couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hold his hand to comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold him close whenever he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt hurt by unkind words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he needed a friend to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I wasn't there beside him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sorry I am for sitting silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the world was passing judgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell him how much I miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I've never touched his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind him of the endless joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that his voice gives the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't tell him how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is breaking for I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that would make him sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say how much I love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the man that he is and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the innocence of his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd thank him for making our world a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving children joy and a reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tellhim how his smile had warmed my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say see you later as if he'll be here tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else I would weep more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3612282354229976698?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3612282354229976698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3612282354229976698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-would-i-tell-michael-if-he-could.html' title='What Would I tell Michael If He Could Hear My Voice'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-9208142810801370177</id><published>2010-11-16T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:17:19.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Round the Moon</title><content type='html'>written by Janette 1/22/10 © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow round the Moon&lt;br /&gt;so like your hold upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;a colorful circle of comfort&lt;br /&gt;enclosing the warmth of your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-9208142810801370177?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/9208142810801370177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/9208142810801370177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/rainbow-round-moon.html' title='Rainbow Round the Moon'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5784997299732339330</id><published>2010-11-15T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:17:33.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN AND MOON</title><content type='html'>WRITTEN BY: JANETTE MARIE&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's Beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p&lt;em&gt;erfectly poised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in circular existance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;radiating light to make life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a life of light; two lives of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;growing by day; creating by night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;evolving beings, lovely and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;drawn together like magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;towards life's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;of YOU and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5784997299732339330?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5784997299732339330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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words I want to share&lt;br /&gt;needing only to know you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day you said good bye&lt;br /&gt;my mind knew it was coming&lt;br /&gt;my heart wanted the fairytale&lt;br /&gt;a love to never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My life's been lived in make believe&lt;br /&gt;but one not of the happy kind&lt;br /&gt;make believe that all is good&lt;br /&gt;fake a smile; fools everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pretend so long who really knows&lt;br /&gt;when feelings are real or make believe&lt;br /&gt;soul becomes untouchable&lt;br /&gt;to feel for real is not allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since the day you said good bye&lt;br /&gt;I know what sadness feels like&lt;br /&gt;no longer make believe; a true and honest cry&lt;br /&gt;There is a yellow ribbon around my heart&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3307572412912463794?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3307572412912463794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3307572412912463794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/yellow-ribbon.html' title='Yellow Ribbon'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' 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shadow seems to move much faster&lt;br /&gt;with poise and with some ease&lt;br /&gt;it steps seem a bit bouncier&lt;br /&gt;the further that it travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is no longer at my back&lt;br /&gt;but right beside my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;it brought a friend along the path&lt;br /&gt;a friend to be at my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that my shadow's pace has slowed just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;not too much but just enough&lt;br /&gt;to match the pace of my newest friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've turned a corner on the journey&lt;br /&gt;we found our perfect match&lt;br /&gt;a friend for life with light and love&lt;br /&gt;to always be at my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace has slowed a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;we've learned with time to walk this way&lt;br /&gt;slow enough to enjoy the view&lt;br /&gt;yet have the strength to finish the path&lt;br /&gt;The light is on our faces now&lt;br /&gt;brightest of all we've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the light of love reflecting back&lt;br /&gt;the joy it gives to fill our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3364440651394985803?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3364440651394985803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3364440651394985803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6641433676337696683</id><published>2010-10-19T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:19:00.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Me</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside you I wish to be&lt;br /&gt;my head upon your chest&lt;br /&gt;to hear your voice recite a poem&lt;br /&gt;you've written just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know the space beneath your chin&lt;br /&gt;my head fits and longs to be&lt;br /&gt;at total peace within your arms&lt;br /&gt;to hear your words spoken with charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in that moment&lt;br /&gt;time remains still&lt;br /&gt;breath is stolen as two hearts merge&lt;br /&gt;one begins where the other ends&lt;br /&gt;our eyes are not open&lt;br /&gt;yet clearly we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside you I wish to be&lt;br /&gt;my head upon your chest&lt;br /&gt;to hear your voice recite the poem&lt;br /&gt;you've written just for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6641433676337696683?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6641433676337696683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6641433676337696683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-for-me.html' title='Just For Me'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1771038964783851425</id><published>2010-10-15T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:19:14.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjstbYE7DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UIak8eInqWg/s320/100_1636.JPG" width="240" height="320" ex="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Photography by: Janette Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Written by:  Janette Marie© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;If you climb a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;will you take me with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;will you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;will you lead the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;show me which branches to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;which ones to put my weight upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;If you climb a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;will you let me sit with thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;while we sit upon the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;will you share  your thoughts with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;If you climb a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;can we stay there forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;to share the view of the beautiful world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;so close to the sky - so free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;or should we choose to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;If you climb a tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;please let me come along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjstbYE7DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UIak8eInqWg/s1600/100_1636.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1771038964783851425?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1771038964783851425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1771038964783851425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjstbYE7DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UIak8eInqWg/s72-c/100_1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-1104150744065279025</id><published>2010-10-10T23:25:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:20:41.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canopy of Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLWzH_f66lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LC3sTgMchmw/s320/176531851.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography by Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;Written by: © 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White are the tree tops over the road&lt;br /&gt;leaves of summer have long since gone&lt;br /&gt;despite the light ~ shadows dwell&lt;br /&gt;within this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;cold of winter ~emptiness of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun warms more each day&lt;br /&gt;creating dots of green above&lt;br /&gt;tunnel of white over the road&lt;br /&gt;becomes a tunnel of light above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and yellow become the colors&lt;br /&gt;of the canopy over the road&lt;br /&gt;cooling the path that leads the way&lt;br /&gt;to changes needed to bring about light&lt;br /&gt;light that dances amongst the shadows&lt;br /&gt;chasing them to distant places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canopy now is a colorful one&lt;br /&gt;many shades of happy colors&lt;br /&gt;a color to match each joyful change&lt;br /&gt;to lighten my life and brighten my soul&lt;br /&gt;no more shadows hiding inside&lt;br /&gt;only Peace and Joy under the Colorful Canopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-1104150744065279025?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1104150744065279025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/1104150744065279025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/canopy-of-color.html' title='Canopy of Color'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLWzH_f66lI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LC3sTgMchmw/s72-c/176531851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8190527673633836106</id><published>2010-10-02T22:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:24:28.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjwgYVFPuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dr5hBhyozq4/s320/TimsMJdrawing.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Drawing by:&amp;nbsp; Tim E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjwgYVFPuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dr5hBhyozq4/s1600/TimsMJdrawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sparkling socks and&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling Glove&lt;br /&gt;reflecting light from spotlight above&lt;br /&gt;gliding across a moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;appears the man with simple shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he moves, the crowd is entranced&lt;br /&gt;People respond as a note leaves his throat&lt;br /&gt;a ballad of love between singer and folk&lt;br /&gt;like a string is attached to each little note&lt;br /&gt;connecting to a heart of someone nearby&lt;br /&gt;The hat, the glove his Simple Shoes&lt;br /&gt;His Voice, HIs Dance, His words&lt;br /&gt;tied to our hearts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensational Smile with Soulful Eyes&lt;br /&gt;reflecting light from the moonlit circle&lt;br /&gt;claps like thunder to the beat of his songs&lt;br /&gt;he's surrounded by light and&lt;br /&gt;lifting up hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories he creates with each step, each movement&lt;br /&gt;Music and words to enlighten our minds&lt;br /&gt;Sharing his light reflecting&amp;nbsp;so bright&lt;br /&gt;encourages all to join in the flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionist Performing the Dance of the Moment&lt;br /&gt;One with the World, One with us all&lt;br /&gt;he dances the dance in his Dancing Shoes&lt;br /&gt;So alive and so grand in his Simple Shoes&lt;br /&gt;he flashes the sweetest boyish grin&lt;br /&gt;he softly and sweetly says...&lt;br /&gt;I love you more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8190527673633836106?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8190527673633836106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8190527673633836106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/dancing-shoes.html' title='Dancing Shoes'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TLjwgYVFPuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dr5hBhyozq4/s72-c/TimsMJdrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8700916799243090198</id><published>2010-09-19T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:27:36.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond</title><content type='html'>written by:   Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how my heart hurts loving you&lt;br /&gt;beyond longing&lt;br /&gt;beyond knowing&lt;br /&gt;beyond understanding&lt;br /&gt;a day arrives tears cannot be stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old letter&lt;br /&gt;simple one&lt;br /&gt;one sentence&lt;br /&gt;eight words&lt;br /&gt;three I long to hear again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just can't handle&lt;br /&gt;keeping it all together&lt;br /&gt;wishing I could let go&lt;br /&gt;but knowing my heart won't let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting out this time&lt;br /&gt;however long this will be&lt;br /&gt;the unknown messes with Sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for such simple things&lt;br /&gt;a normal life existance&lt;br /&gt;a family; love&lt;br /&gt;children with smiles&lt;br /&gt;my friend; my soul's mate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8700916799243090198?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8700916799243090198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8700916799243090198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/beyond.html' title='Beyond'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2462992690271247708</id><published>2010-09-17T20:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:08:58.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dad with Simple Shoes      © 2010 Janette Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TJmJ4wVYulI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YF4jP_N6SC4/s1600/MJframe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TJmJ4wVYulI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YF4jP_N6SC4/s320/MJframe.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The man that wears the Simple Shoes&lt;/div&gt;has another special pair&lt;br /&gt;one that is the Greatest Dad&lt;br /&gt;that none could ever compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up he learned first hand&lt;br /&gt;how tough it is in spotlight and press&lt;br /&gt;he knows the lies and hurt that comes&lt;br /&gt;to little one put within their reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the blows of criticism&lt;br /&gt;to protect his precious young&lt;br /&gt;kept their youth from being stolen&lt;br /&gt;by photos and hurtful lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gracefully raised three wonderful kids&lt;br /&gt;full of life and full of love&lt;br /&gt;introduced them to the world&lt;br /&gt;with gentle care and graceful love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given them a start in life&lt;br /&gt;that most don't&amp;nbsp; ever receive&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, attention, praise and hugs&lt;br /&gt;so they know that they are always loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, Singing, dancing, playing&lt;br /&gt;all the joy a kid could want&lt;br /&gt;shared with a Dad who loves them more&lt;br /&gt;than they could ever possibly know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful Dad&lt;br /&gt;with Simple Shoes&lt;br /&gt;wanting Love around the world&lt;br /&gt;wishing children everywhere&lt;br /&gt;all that they need to live&lt;br /&gt;Health, Peace, Love ,Happiness&lt;br /&gt;he'd love to give to all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dad that wears these Simple Shoes&lt;br /&gt;His Name is Michael Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2462992690271247708?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2462992690271247708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2462992690271247708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/dad-with-simple-shoes.html' title='The Dad with Simple Shoes      © 2010 Janette Marie'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TJmJ4wVYulI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YF4jP_N6SC4/s72-c/MJframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6267077833459749299</id><published>2010-09-16T06:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:03:33.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shell parts&lt;br /&gt;release of emotions&lt;br /&gt;draining from the soul&lt;br /&gt;Will the exit be cold&lt;br /&gt;will warmth be felt.&lt;br /&gt;Should another path be walked&lt;br /&gt;slowly drifting to sleep&lt;br /&gt;peaceful for once&lt;br /&gt;no thoughts to haunt&lt;br /&gt;no emptiness to hurt&lt;br /&gt;leaving in silence&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6267077833459749299?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6267077833459749299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6267077833459749299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2341214321457180421</id><published>2010-09-13T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:40:25.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking  you Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;September 11, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your missing hand&lt;br /&gt;whenever mine is at my side&lt;br /&gt;makes more real the emptiness &lt;br /&gt;longing for&amp;nbsp;you brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day comes to prove&lt;br /&gt;that life&amp;nbsp;continues to move&lt;br /&gt;and as it goes along&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking&amp;nbsp;you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your missing hand&lt;br /&gt;on my shoulder when needing care&lt;br /&gt;I tell you things I want to share&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day filled wih moments&lt;br /&gt;moments missing you&lt;br /&gt;memories built today&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you of them tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I feel your missing hand&lt;br /&gt;I cry out&amp;nbsp;your name&lt;br /&gt;Tell you of my day&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2341214321457180421?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2341214321457180421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2341214321457180421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-you-along.html' title='Taking  you Along'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2653836588982427077</id><published>2010-09-13T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:40:39.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;September 11, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall into the sky you reached&lt;br /&gt;to those far away you've greeted&lt;br /&gt;to guide them to your sacred ground&lt;br /&gt;a place that's remembered without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piles of rubble you became&lt;br /&gt;because of hatred that wanted a grave&lt;br /&gt;a place to bury any sign&lt;br /&gt;of human love of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Melted Piled Steel&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around the hearts of all&lt;br /&gt;people from each race and creed&lt;br /&gt;all because of hate and greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror struck the world that day&lt;br /&gt;stole from us so many lives&lt;br /&gt;tried to take away our light&lt;br /&gt;tried to make our world divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling together made us strong&lt;br /&gt;made us learn we all belong&lt;br /&gt;tall&amp;nbsp; into the sky we reach&lt;br /&gt;to guide all to this remembered place&lt;br /&gt;a place remembered without a sound&lt;br /&gt;we now share this holy ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2653836588982427077?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2653836588982427077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2653836588982427077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/without-sound.html' title='Without a Sound'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6614644800943136723</id><published>2010-09-09T20:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:28:16.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long colorful inflatable toy&lt;br /&gt;made to bring smiles of joy&lt;br /&gt;for birthday girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've blown and we've panted&lt;br /&gt;but have we ever counted&lt;br /&gt;or have we taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;the long strong healthy breaths&lt;br /&gt;used to make them grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How some will always long to know&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure of making them grow&lt;br /&gt;to see the joy they sow&lt;br /&gt;making children smile just so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breaths come from healthy lungs&lt;br /&gt;that many take for granted&lt;br /&gt;each breath is a wonderful gift&lt;br /&gt;even if you've panted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6614644800943136723?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6614644800943136723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6614644800943136723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/balloons.html' title='Balloon'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3545977904941847705</id><published>2010-09-05T10:29:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:41:04.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creek bends&lt;br /&gt;A valley dips&lt;br /&gt;Volcanos erupt&lt;br /&gt;A cloud bursts.&lt;br /&gt;Rivers rage&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight disappears&lt;br /&gt;daylight leaves&lt;br /&gt;only half a moon.&lt;br /&gt;Darkest day&lt;br /&gt;A tree bends&lt;br /&gt;Elephants forget&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow falls&lt;br /&gt;the road leads&lt;br /&gt;Rains pour&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalks crack&lt;br /&gt;Grass grows&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;Roots sprout &lt;br /&gt;Sunshine warms&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words speak&lt;br /&gt;Oceans are lonley&lt;br /&gt;Roses bite&lt;br /&gt;So do people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3545977904941847705?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3545977904941847705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3545977904941847705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6368479436770859299</id><published>2010-09-02T17:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:40:53.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Articulating Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;written by: Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;From your fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;your words enter my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;from digital files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;floating in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to letters with character sitting in rows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I anticipate their arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;knowing I'll Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6368479436770859299?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6368479436770859299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6368479436770859299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/articulating-fingers.html' title='Articulating Fingers'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2216283818498988122</id><published>2010-09-01T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:41:18.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrored Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I loose myself within your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my breath escapes with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;clearly, I see your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's like I'm supposed to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;never strangers - mirrored souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your essence is the mold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that the image of you is shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Image engraved in mental sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;retrieved for company and to share light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;brought together with passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirrored souls take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2216283818498988122?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2216283818498988122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2216283818498988122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/mirrored-souls.html' title='Mirrored Souls'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5463343016260415396</id><published>2010-08-31T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:50:31.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon still in the sky&lt;br /&gt;as if to say Hi&lt;br /&gt;to a very old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself why&lt;br /&gt;so much time has passed by&lt;br /&gt;nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;my heart gives a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drain the presence&lt;br /&gt;of the dearest kind&lt;br /&gt;I am blind&lt;br /&gt;The way; I can't find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5463343016260415396?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5463343016260415396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5463343016260415396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7106042627226098310</id><published>2010-08-25T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:50:38.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>written by : Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to go outside&lt;br /&gt;be one with all I see&lt;br /&gt;to lay upon a blanket of grass &lt;br /&gt;and dream of castles made of glass&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Princess I shall be&lt;br /&gt;within the castle walls of glass&lt;br /&gt;From there I'll see&lt;br /&gt;all that I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my blanket made of grass&lt;br /&gt;I can see pretty flowers and towering trees&lt;br /&gt;the gentle breeze across my knees&lt;br /&gt;blows the scent of sweat peas&lt;br /&gt;oh how I love to be outside&lt;br /&gt;a picnic lunch that has been packed&lt;br /&gt;filled with lunch and little snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&amp;nbsp;to run and jump and sing&lt;br /&gt;ride a bike or be on a swing&lt;br /&gt;the sun falls gently on my face&lt;br /&gt;as I freely run all over the place&lt;br /&gt;this is where I wear my happy face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7106042627226098310?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7106042627226098310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7106042627226098310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunny-day.html' title='A Sunny Day'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8209649311571018453</id><published>2010-08-22T11:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:20:30.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty-Two Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Written by:&amp;nbsp; Janette Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/THE9D27yQCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsVM4PU2m50/s1600/TimsMJdrawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/THE9D27yQCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsVM4PU2m50/s320/TimsMJdrawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A man with a simple pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;yet fills so many different ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you are sunlight that warms the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as the Son you are warms your Mother's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A brother both older and younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no other could compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uncle-Cousin always up to fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Beloved Father of a crew so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your lovely children truly love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Giver of love to all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;wishes encased in your heart of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;52 years is just how old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;this heart of gold; should truth be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;wishes for arms so long to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the entire world within their fold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to give a hug to young and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/THE9rtU4ASI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qXX_hEXihj8/s1600/MichaelEarthSong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/THE9rtU4ASI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qXX_hEXihj8/s320/MichaelEarthSong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This man and his simple pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dancing on earth for 52 Moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;writing and singing lovely tunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to warm the hearts that see the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, how the world is truly blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to know this man with simple shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8209649311571018453?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8209649311571018453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8209649311571018453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/fifty-two-years.html' title='Fifty-Two Years'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/THE9D27yQCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsVM4PU2m50/s72-c/TimsMJdrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5731352877138719006</id><published>2010-08-20T18:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:50:56.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Words I've Ever Heard</title><content type='html'>© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Words I’ve ever heard&lt;br /&gt;Are when you said I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to your sunny happy face&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that I am with you in this very peaceful place&lt;br /&gt;I could never have imagined&lt;br /&gt;The love that I would feel&lt;br /&gt;Just being loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the morning &lt;br /&gt;To wait for your first smile&lt;br /&gt;To wonder what words will escape &lt;br /&gt;that witty mind of yours&lt;br /&gt;To anxiously await the surprise&lt;br /&gt;Of what words will first pass across your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together watching the sunrise &lt;br /&gt;On a day full of surprise and anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Planning out what we will do&lt;br /&gt;In this day that God has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on our day holding hands of course&lt;br /&gt;Never to be far apart; not in spirit anyways&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes go opposite ways &lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;We find our way, back to the place where we began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit and watch the Sunset on a beautiful day well spent&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our thoughts and feelings and experiences of the day&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands in the quiet that evening Sunrise provides&lt;br /&gt;Looking into each other eyes and knowing this is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we have enjoyed the Sunset of a beautiful sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands we walk to our special private place&lt;br /&gt;I hear the greatest words I’ve ever heard&lt;br /&gt;When you say that I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat is the music that leads me off to sleep &lt;br /&gt;As your breath is the breeze that cools my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and soul get refreshed &lt;br /&gt;As I dream of another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5731352877138719006?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5731352877138719006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5731352877138719006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/greatest-words-ive-ever-heard-are-when.html' title='Greatest Words I&apos;ve Ever Heard'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6548831486204290774</id><published>2010-08-16T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:29:25.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;written by:  Janette Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Sitting amongst blades of grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;like broken glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;slashing at my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Discord and egos clash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;between the blades of grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;tears for years of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;pouring out of the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;into puddles in the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Puddles of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;made of love and fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;merge together in the dark of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Tears for love lost long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;for love that waits at break of morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;fears become tears for a future unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Looking toward daybreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;puddles became lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;reflection of faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;that poured tears for love and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;Amongst the reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;a light is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;a common bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;of minds to souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;tears for love and tears for fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:red;"&gt;we share it all in the Lake of Tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6548831486204290774?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6548831486204290774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6548831486204290774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/lake-of-tears.html' title='Lake of Tears'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4591005713493541653</id><published>2010-08-11T22:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:30:28.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Was My Answer</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young&lt;br /&gt;Afraid&lt;br /&gt;discovering who I am&lt;br /&gt;finding just a puppet&lt;br /&gt;whose strings are pulled&lt;br /&gt;pulled by those that cause harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No is my answer&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't heard&lt;br /&gt;It happened, it did&lt;br /&gt;but it's never believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young&lt;br /&gt;Afraid&lt;br /&gt;objects used to shelter&lt;br /&gt;to hide&lt;br /&gt;to close eyes&lt;br /&gt;to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't the reason&lt;br /&gt;Love being tainted&lt;br /&gt;by wrongful deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears Pass&lt;br /&gt;Years Pass&lt;br /&gt;the hurt lingers&lt;br /&gt;till forgiveness arrived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4591005713493541653?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4591005713493541653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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birds nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a chill in the air&lt;br /&gt;we share a chair&lt;br /&gt;as together we stare&lt;br /&gt;out to the east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;the blooming of the sun&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of the chair&lt;br /&gt;our hands embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness of our souls&lt;br /&gt;bound in this moment&lt;br /&gt;never to regret&lt;br /&gt;never to forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6524960214137745355?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6524960214137745355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6524960214137745355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunrise-of-heart.html' title='Sunrise of the Heart'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-294691189037824096</id><published>2010-08-09T22:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:31:19.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>written by : Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will regret&lt;br /&gt;the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;when the chores of the day&lt;br /&gt;are out of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of day&lt;br /&gt;it's best to let lay&lt;br /&gt;any regrets that came our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus to be&lt;br /&gt;to belong to the moment&lt;br /&gt;to sear in the mind&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of this time&lt;br /&gt;The moments before the sun sets&lt;br /&gt;at the Sunset of our day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-294691189037824096?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/294691189037824096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/294691189037824096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7910344788248587701</id><published>2010-08-06T23:44:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:33:26.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written by Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right; cssfloat: right" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TGZ_TBhyiPI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfYVWfIzBH8/s1600/140606665.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 2px; HEIGHT: 2px" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TGZ_TBhyiPI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfYVWfIzBH8/s320/140606665.jpg" width="240" height="320" ox="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;With pencil I have learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to adore the lines of your face&lt;br /&gt;I've touched your smile&lt;br /&gt;to shadow your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create the face I see in dreams&lt;br /&gt;love and care&lt;br /&gt;hand to paper&lt;br /&gt;can't erase a single curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft and Shiny the pencil creates&lt;br /&gt;strands that fingers long to entwine&lt;br /&gt;with gentle strokes of fingertips&lt;br /&gt;the shape around your face is formed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience to shadow the sides of your nose&lt;br /&gt;that lies beside your cheeks with grace&lt;br /&gt;to shadow your cheeks with just my thumb&lt;br /&gt;wonder if that's how the original was done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7910344788248587701?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7910344788248587701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7910344788248587701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-face.html' title='Your Face'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TGZ_TBhyiPI/AAAAAAAAADw/FfYVWfIzBH8/s72-c/140606665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4314092056863052470</id><published>2010-08-01T12:20:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:52:43.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser for Book in process....</title><content type='html'>The Adventure of a Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TI9qLzYPkaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fG6B2-6dS0g/s1600/161640951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TI9qLzYPkaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fG6B2-6dS0g/s200/161640951.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Written by: Janette Marie &lt;/div&gt;First draft started 4/3/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright sunny summer day in the month of June 2009. Sitting and enjoying a baseball game at a local park with other parents I know whose children play baseball in the league with my sons. The game of baseball truly is the summertime pass time of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing this day the loss of Farrah Fawcett; reminiscing the days of our youth watching shows of hers like ‘Charlie’s Angels” and a movie called “Logan’s Run”. Wow, how in a blink of an eye and 30 years can fly by. As I write this today, it is also in the shadow of the loss of John Forsythe, that also was a part of the Charlie’s Angels show that was such a phenomena in my teenage years. But this day in June 2009 the peaceful sounds of the baseball park were broken when a parent arrived with her stunned appearance and as if she wasn’t able to find the words to speak began to tell us of the passing of Michael Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type these words today, over 9 months later, I still cannot keep from crying. I cannot describe the emotions I felt hearing these words - sitting in disbelief - the world seeming to come to a complete halt as these words were repeated parent to parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment these words were shared with me that this could not be. The media never printed anything good or true about this man… so how could this be true. I felt as if the ground beneath me was no longer there, that no other steps I would take would see my feet meet the ground. Reality no longer existed. The sun drooping in the sky too, looked as if it were crying and the clouds formed around my heart in disbelief at the loss of Michael to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later and I still find it difficult to sit and watch television. The last images I remember are of that day and I no longer find enjoyment from this media outlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4314092056863052470?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4314092056863052470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4314092056863052470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/teaser-for-book-in-process.html' title='Teaser for Book in process....'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TI9qLzYPkaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fG6B2-6dS0g/s72-c/161640951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7672342635943274370</id><published>2010-07-25T23:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:52:55.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I</title><content type='html'>Written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;For a child crying in need of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone &lt;br /&gt;out in the field&lt;br /&gt;standing taller than all&lt;br /&gt;but feeling small and afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of words&lt;br /&gt;whipping through the air&lt;br /&gt;crashing upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;wearing holes in my soul&lt;br /&gt;letting self esteem escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love &lt;br /&gt;I am confused&lt;br /&gt;it makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;or just fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7672342635943274370?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7672342635943274370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7672342635943274370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2875916605345058309</id><published>2010-07-19T22:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:53:06.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter, Twitter&lt;br /&gt;you're such a Qwitter&lt;br /&gt;how do you stay afloat?&lt;br /&gt;A cute litte bird &lt;br /&gt;and a rude blue whale&lt;br /&gt;should make your business sail away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2875916605345058309?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2875916605345058309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2875916605345058309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6234938031421518439</id><published>2010-07-19T19:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:31:36.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUD</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How and what to do with mud&lt;br /&gt;make pies to fly across the yard&lt;br /&gt;let the sun dry it up&lt;br /&gt;until it blows away as dirt&lt;br /&gt;to let it stain your clothes&lt;br /&gt;just so spot remover&lt;br /&gt;can take it away&lt;br /&gt;stomp in it until it splashes away&lt;br /&gt;just don't let it cover you&lt;br /&gt;and take away your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud is hate&lt;br /&gt;and hate hurts you&lt;br /&gt;more than the cause ever will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6234938031421518439?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6234938031421518439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6234938031421518439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/mud.html' title='MUD'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2628766839506057595</id><published>2010-07-19T17:39:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:53:29.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0kP5hZrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/47TwRGoAXAI/s1600/sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496138192600000178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0kP5hZrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/47TwRGoAXAI/s320/sunflowers.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 147px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime&lt;br /&gt;any state of mind&lt;br /&gt;wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;can still be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes made &lt;br /&gt;hopes from my heart&lt;br /&gt;needing my words&lt;br /&gt;to make part of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are born&lt;br /&gt;from wishes of the heart&lt;br /&gt;given life; given beauty&lt;br /&gt;allowing my heart to speak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2628766839506057595?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2628766839506057595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2628766839506057595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishes-and-dreams.html' title='Wishes and Dreams'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0kP5hZrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/47TwRGoAXAI/s72-c/sunflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-6743643557025195315</id><published>2010-07-18T14:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:53:41.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaring Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0Y1SLy2I/AAAAAAAAACI/ym6kkzamu-k/s1600/SoaringEagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496137996477123426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0Y1SLy2I/AAAAAAAAACI/ym6kkzamu-k/s320/SoaringEagle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 219px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fields surround you with peaceful grace&lt;br /&gt;to shine upon your regal face&lt;br /&gt;flyiing high above the field&lt;br /&gt;ensuring peace among your race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riches you bring &lt;br /&gt;let your people stand tall&lt;br /&gt;like the wildflowers in your fields&lt;br /&gt;flourishing with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring Eagle high above&lt;br /&gt;you love your land&lt;br /&gt;and love your tribe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-6743643557025195315?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6743643557025195315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/6743643557025195315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/soaring-eagle.html' title='Soaring Eagle'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY0Y1SLy2I/AAAAAAAAACI/ym6kkzamu-k/s72-c/SoaringEagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3950218801201305380</id><published>2010-07-18T11:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:53:50.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is All About the Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TE8SZHnaB6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUhfJQjYcz4/s1600/MichaelDrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498633892793026466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TE8SZHnaB6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUhfJQjYcz4/s400/MichaelDrawing.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Janette Marie &lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name, given to you at birth. A gift from your Mother that you will use and hear everyday of your life. This Name becomes the “verbal expression” people have as a “visual” in their mind of the person they know you to be. There is almost nothing more personal or important to us than “our good name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents give their children their name, but as they grow and develop and have their own life they define their name by their human traits; love, honesty, faithfulness, trust worthiness, goodness, leadership and charity. When we think of “Great People” we think of people such as; Martin Luther King, Princess Diana, Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela and John F. Kennedy we are reminded of the wonderful contributions they have made to humanity, our country and the world. So to become one of this group of “Great People” we would naturally compare someone’s traits and accomplishments to Great People in our history. Things to consider would be what have they done for their family, friends, country, world, for the underprivileged, contributions to art and creativity in the world. Have they been a positive force of existence, or change, or positive role model for others. Have they reached outside of their own needs and wants to fulfill the needs and wants of others less fortunate than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one person in our recent history, that I believe should be placed in this special category of “Great People” and that is, Michael Jackson. First of all this person’s personal accomplishments in life go without question. From humble beginnings in the city of Gary, Indiana, at the age of five to begin a performing career to span decades and reach all the far corners of the world is an amazing accomplishment for anyone. This special man has not sat on his laurels, or squandered that which he was given as a gift from God, his musical, creative and performing talents. Michael took these talents, converted them into money that would benefit so many children and needy people around the GLOBE. He has done this with the utmost humility and grace and to me this is enough to place him at the top of the list of Great People, and on a list all of its own creation “Greatest Humanitarian” of our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, that along with these wonderful accomplishments, they themselves are God’s precious work in the world and therefore an open target for the opposing evil in the world. For every good in the world there is an equal opposing evil force ready to attempt to take the good out of our world. It is up to us as people of God’s creating to choose good over evil and protect each other from those forces of “bad” or “evil” that threaten to take us down as good, loving , caring people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in particular referring to the life and tribulations of Michael Jackson. Here is a person that we, the world, have known of him since he was five years old. We have grown up with him and his family, they have provided us with music, love and laughter for many years. We know this family to be of good character and religious beliefs and practices. When did this ever change? It didn’t. We as people forgot that this is what Michael Jackson was about, and that this is what his family is about. People don’t go from such deep religious beliefs to evil, if so, it would be extremely rare. I have found in my lifetime that a majority of people are honest people - the good being plentiful in our world - we as people in general just need to remember this and begin to trust each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest evil I believe in our world is the media outlets that choose to not print the truth. They choose to print the first available, sensational story and don’t verify their information before they put it into mass print and in coverage on the airwaves. The really sad thing is that we as people believe this stuff without question. If someone said something about you in a negative light on the airwaves wouldn’t you expect that your friends and family would say - hey no way - they wouldn’t do that… and question that media source. Well we should all be doing the same about the media every day with every story they print or air. We need to question, use our common sense and our “knowledge” to either give validity to the information or not. We need to research the things that we question and expose lies for what they are. We are the only ones that can police the media. We are the only ones that can stop purchasing rag tabloids or other sources that continue to print hurtful lies about people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous wonderful stories of truths that the media could have and should have printed and placed on the air waves about Michael Jackson. There are many examples of charitable contributions and humanitarian works that Michael had made in his lifetime. Money donated, medical equipment, toys &amp;amp; gifts to orphanages, music recordings and concert tours that profits went to feed the hungry around the world. Treating terminally ill children to fun days either at Neverland or other places around the world. A reported 325 million in his short life-time was donated. One small example was the accident that burned him during the filming of a Pepsi Commercial - 125 million was received and donated - keeping nothing for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find to have been most saddening in his life are the false accusations made by Jordan Chandler and Gavin Arvizo. The case in 2005 brought about the most ugly violation of civil rights that I have seen in my lifetime. In these United States, it is the Right of all citizens, to be afforded the presumption of innocence until proven guilty in a court of law by a jury of their peers. This right was stolen from Michael Jackson prior to and during the 2005 court case. He was tried and convicted by the media in the open press around the world by the printing and airing of lies. The prosecutor in this case even submitted into the court case evidence that he, himself had fabricated. This fact came to light during the trial, why was Tom Sneddon, not arrested and read his rights in the courtroom. Why have charges not been placed against Tom Sneddon for this violation…he should be charged/arrested/fingerprinted/made to face a jury for his breaking of the law. We cannot allow officers of the court to get away with this kind of in- justice and misconduct. The justice system is here to work for us not to send innocent people to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the total injustice of Michael Jackson having to be charged and face a trail in court for something he was innocent of… and found innocent by a jury that heard the evidence and witnessed the fabricated evidence was what happened after he was acquitted of all the charges and the “boys” admitting to fabricating their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper, news reports on television, television stations &amp;amp; rag tabloids all still continue to print negative untrue stories about Michael Jackson. They weren’t done defaming his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media was not about to give up all the money they were raking in on the “Michael Jackson Story” so they continued to make up stuff just to continue writing articles about Michael Jackson - so they resorted back to their habit writing untrue stories about this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do support the right of Americans to have and maintain “freedom of Speech” however, this right is not guaranteed if it takes away the rights of another. In this case, freedom of speech robbed Michael Jackson of his right to his Good Name …. his reputation…. His career! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world repay him? Well, I think it would go a long way if we can regain for him, as he rightly deserves, his “Good Name”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to see, is a congressional apology to Michael Jackson and his family for the injustices put upon him in the court case and in the media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be public awareness that “all jokes” about innocent people aren’t funny. When it hurts the feelings of someone or the reputation of someone it is no longer a joke. Enough of these jokes spread around and it makes the stories that the media makes up or exaggerates easier to sell to make a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we are not able to erase the past, take away the hurt and damage that the wrong doings of the past created; however, we do have the ability to apologize. We have the duty to apologize and the duty to correct those things that we can. The sad thing is, there still exists in the mass public those uneducated, misinformed and prejudice people that will make it their life’s work to torment, lie about, and hate someone like Michael Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is however, their loss, they will never allow themselves to come to know this beautiful person, the loving soul, this giving and caring person that was living amongst us. We were all too blind to see him, to hear him, to know him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that the world, thanks to Michael Jackson, will be more aware of these things that take the light of our beings and lower its wattage… that we begin to believe in each other again. That we learn to love and trust our neighbors and that we aren’t afraid to say the words, “I Love You.” Not just to family and friends but our brothers and sisters around the world We are all here together, we are either going to make it together as one or we will all fall together. We have only one life and only one planet. Let each of us let our inner light shine and this world would be a much better place. His Legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3950218801201305380?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3950218801201305380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3950218801201305380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-all-about-name.html' title='It Is All About the Name'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TE8SZHnaB6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUhfJQjYcz4/s72-c/MichaelDrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3503428177862910502</id><published>2010-07-17T23:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:53:59.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY3sv33aiI/AAAAAAAAACY/iOV3aLqgL2Y/s1600/wildflowerpath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496141637156825634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY3sv33aiI/AAAAAAAAACY/iOV3aLqgL2Y/s320/wildflowerpath.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie &lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeds stand tall along the path&lt;br /&gt;mixed with wildflowers and flies&lt;br /&gt;blades of grass tickle my ankles&lt;br /&gt;as they tremble in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun peeks through to light the path&lt;br /&gt;and dry the dew&lt;br /&gt;or it's on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be found among the weeds&lt;br /&gt;along this path I walk&lt;br /&gt;a bit like life&lt;br /&gt;you never know&lt;br /&gt;but sure to please and touch your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3503428177862910502?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3503428177862910502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3503428177862910502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/nature-walk.html' title='Nature Walk'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEY3sv33aiI/AAAAAAAAACY/iOV3aLqgL2Y/s72-c/wildflowerpath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-8405164104961925523</id><published>2010-07-16T00:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:54:07.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>written by : Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in a moment&lt;br /&gt;that time is still&lt;br /&gt;speech without words&lt;br /&gt;our eyes say much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch of breath&lt;br /&gt;as we move close&lt;br /&gt;knowing the moment&lt;br /&gt;of this first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation is with us&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to pass&lt;br /&gt;through this time&lt;br /&gt;when we first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearness of breath&lt;br /&gt;and touch of hands&lt;br /&gt;face to face&lt;br /&gt;our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;as we kiss&lt;br /&gt;its sad there's only&lt;br /&gt;one first kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-8405164104961925523?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8405164104961925523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/8405164104961925523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-2941425893759662942</id><published>2010-07-14T20:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:55:59.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Breeze</title><content type='html'>Written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do my words tell you who I am&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;does your heart hear mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my mind we share&lt;br /&gt;our thoughts and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I hear your words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;I feel your inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do my words tell you who I am&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;does your heart see what my eyes see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze brings the softness of your touch&lt;br /&gt;the falling sun spreads the warmth of your love&lt;br /&gt;the breeze carries the sweet smell of the rose bush &lt;br /&gt;to remind me you are near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words tell me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music of the song in your heart&lt;br /&gt;my heart hears yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music I hear is love&lt;br /&gt;love dancing while the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;the birds chirp an applause&lt;br /&gt;for the dance we share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-2941425893759662942?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2941425893759662942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/2941425893759662942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-breeze.html' title='In the Breeze'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-7559734791657141772</id><published>2010-07-12T17:06:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:44:37.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEZI0XPkCgI/AAAAAAAAACg/XAuDBW-mwF0/s1600/122841159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496160459681958402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEZI0XPkCgI/AAAAAAAAACg/XAuDBW-mwF0/s320/122841159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient architecture&lt;br /&gt;of stone and mortar&lt;br /&gt;holding stories within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories for an audience&lt;br /&gt;both young and old&lt;br /&gt;with mind and ears&lt;br /&gt;eager to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings and Queens&lt;br /&gt;and royals in between&lt;br /&gt;wars and peace&lt;br /&gt;all within the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold are the floors&lt;br /&gt;drafts galore&lt;br /&gt;Start up a fire&lt;br /&gt;to warm and inspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stories to be made&lt;br /&gt;within the castle walls&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for new tenants&lt;br /&gt;to fill the empty halls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-7559734791657141772?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7559734791657141772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/7559734791657141772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/castle-walls.html' title='Castle Walls'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/TEZI0XPkCgI/AAAAAAAAACg/XAuDBW-mwF0/s72-c/122841159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-539139956994617535</id><published>2010-07-12T11:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:31:55.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exist</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;looking at life&lt;br /&gt;not allowed to participate&lt;br /&gt;voiceless - invisible&lt;br /&gt;all I have are emotions&lt;br /&gt;voicless and invisible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-539139956994617535?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/539139956994617535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/539139956994617535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/thougt-about-when-there-isnt-downtown.html' title='Exist'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-3929330740774850865</id><published>2010-07-12T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:12:34.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this space&lt;br /&gt;another time and place&lt;br /&gt;no pain - no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;no sadness - no more&lt;br /&gt;free from confines&lt;br /&gt;of an oversized shell&lt;br /&gt;to move free again&lt;br /&gt;without constraints of my shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-3929330740774850865?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3929330740774850865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/3929330740774850865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/shell.html' title='Shell'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4673946612293586476</id><published>2010-07-07T22:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:32:26.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divided Heart</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the end of the road near&lt;br /&gt;or as I fear&lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;sorry I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path ahead is divided&lt;br /&gt;which do I follow&lt;br /&gt;one that leads to you someday&lt;br /&gt;or one that leads to sanity&lt;br /&gt;Can my heart choose one way&lt;br /&gt;while my life goes another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to a heartless existance&lt;br /&gt;in a world without love&lt;br /&gt;choosing to not feel&lt;br /&gt;in a lifetime without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had cried my last tear&lt;br /&gt;there will be more I fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4673946612293586476?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4673946612293586476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Your arms wrapped around me&lt;br /&gt;I no longer tremble&lt;br /&gt;my heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;as I feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands gently guide&lt;br /&gt;and teach how to love&lt;br /&gt;it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;since I've loved another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-915535451932529158?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/915535451932529158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/915535451932529158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-4000924581674879935</id><published>2010-07-01T20:06:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:54:39.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles</title><content type='html'>written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nderneath the stars tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;utside walking on the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou, my friend, are not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;azing at the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oticing it's not all there; half of it is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;began to think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;imple little thoughts create puddles under my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;plashing in the puddles I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;magine you would be too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y heart smiled, but only half-way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-4000924581674879935?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4000924581674879935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/4000924581674879935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-you.html' title='Puddles'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-xCPXU2-V0/S_mvaTDym3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mQYa5o8Fkek/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929656737633002190.post-5671815866951361176</id><published>2010-06-28T18:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:32:49.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>Written by: Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Janette Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;within a crowded house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a soft spot&lt;br /&gt;where I can place my heart.&lt;br /&gt;A bright and shiny person&lt;br /&gt;whose care will challenge and inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet time as the sun sets&lt;br /&gt;moments shared between two&lt;br /&gt;as no words are ever needed&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill these loving hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hearts that look to see&lt;br /&gt;not what is already there;&lt;br /&gt;but to inspire the other&lt;br /&gt;to become what they were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929656737633002190-5671815866951361176?l=windowtoherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5671815866951361176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929656737633002190/posts/default/5671815866951361176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtoherheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>mjsonlygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13383353906518051867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' 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