Patrolman Billy W. Blackwell

Here is a list of .ost of my older ones
7 to 10 years ago


> >
> > Charles Buchanan
> > THEY RISE AGAIN
> > They may have been a brother,a sister or a friend…they rise again declaring
> > the legacy of men.
> >
> > Born in wombs of freedom they fell in distant lands; they come again
> > rejoiceing where the flag of liberty stands.
> > We live again to honor,they live again to proclaim the unity gained by
> > courage and hopes eternal flame.
> > They rise again from the ashes of historys sonnet of grief,their love of
> > country proud and deep…the bonds beyond belief.
> > But singing songs of valor they fought yet sought no gain…to stand before
> > the gates of freedom to give this nation its name:
> >
> > They rise again united,and from histories bloody rod,have given us their
> > blessing;
> > “ONE NATION UNDER GOD”
> > CHARLES BUCHANAN
> >
> > THE FOND FAREWELL
> > No one knows what toil waits in front of wide st. peters gates,
> > I only know that death shall flee because sweet love hath lifted me.
> > In an instant,pain long abideing will kneel toward angels and there
> > confideing-endless joy and choirs singing-a greater harvest to heaven
> > bringing.
> > No one knows the saviors test,until one moment in life he is blest,
> > so on that day he takes us home we will know we never walked alone.
> > Then shall I ever sing and dance and see all living as a second chance.
> >
> > God gives us time between birth and our end-to share his love,to make a
> > friend…to seek the truth in that great amen.
> > To love his creatures great and small and see all subject to his call.
> >
> > No one knows the hurt in your soul,but at the opening of gods holy
> > scroll-at the end of your dreams there is only bliss,and the fathers
> > eternal gentle kiss.
> > I have been a warrior without a sword and fought by lofty prose and
> > strength of his word-no one can ever take those away-
> >
> > they toll a vast echo as I go on my way.
> > Charles h Buchanan 111
> >
> > 12:38pm
> > Charles Buchanan
> > FOUND A GIFT
> > I found a gift not laid near a tree,
> > A breath of new life descending on me,
> > As I had prayed for others-unknown neighbors, long -forgotten friends,
> >
> > ...Christ’s love returned to heal me as I prayed this prayer to him:
> > “Send me an angel to help me proclaim,
> > The truth of God’s word to all ill and maimed,
> > To all who are homeless, no warmth from a manger,
> > A hug from a friend or praise from a stranger,
> >
> > Who sit in silence, hurt and decay,
> > I pray that CHRISTMAS will find them today,
> > Send them all gifts that make them FEEL,
> > That no system of men may hide or steal,
> > Send them dignity wrapped in bright light,
> > In a home near a fireside, where friends are in sight.
> >
> > I pray that this CHRISTMAS will give all a place,
> > Under trees of good wishes, kindness and grace.
> > A prayer returned will heal all wounds,
> > And build in us mansions with no empty rooms.
> > By Charles Buchanan




> > have you passed a stranger on a cold and darkened street,
> > his eyes moistened and blurry before the tears drop to his feet,
> > this is the time of sorrow,between the need and the prayer,that we should
> > act as one to another to shelter the despair.
> >
> > to tell them that this would be you if you had not taken the time to stop
> > and listen to gods voice with your youth still left to shine.
> > have you prayed without shareing a simple act of faith or cast a burden
> > from your heart only to dwell in a lonelier place.
> > If you have seen the face of despair the result of the callous creed,it is
> > because you have not cried,nor spared a moment for those in need.
> >
> > miracles do not live in a vacuum or a closet filled with prayers,they live
> > in the heart of action between mans hope and tears.


A DEDICATION TO THE FALLEN

Charles h buchanan 111
Self

May 30, 2023