Wednesday, September 28, 2005

He's Just A Man

He’s just a man
He could be your husband, son or brother
Maybe an uncle or nephew

But never less just a man
He could be of small frame or even large
Skinny or somewhat robust
His shoulders always straight, never bent

He walks with confidence, right on his side
Courage lies deep within his soul
Fear a factor, never far away

Bravery beyond his calling is never questioned
His strength is unmeasured against many enemies
His challenges are met with unyielding resolve

After all he is just a man
My son, your son, your husband or brother
He belongs to a league of men

They are the backbone of you and me
They are the mighty warriors
Of our fighting force

God Bless these Honorable men
Who lay down their life and soul
For the rights of you and me

Freedom is not just a word
Lives are lost, lives mangled in battle
While he is just a man, he is so much more
© Tobie Haga Roy

Monday, September 26, 2005


Is there a moment that you know?

Above all else, precise and defining
An extraction of your heart has taken place

Is there a moment that you know?
Your heart has been touched by another
Joined in time and thought forever

Is there a moment that you know?
A force larger than life
Has consumed your being

Is there a moment that you know?
Pleasure beyond recognition of words
Where two become one forever more

© Tobie Haga Roy

Monday, September 12, 2005

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!

Today waking up around 3 A.M. this morning, my mood was very grouchy. I sat drinking my coffee and turned the television on. Finding much the same, bickering, people still in need, our political system with its wheels in motion, causing people to start the fabulous blame game.

I turned my thoughts to a man whom I respected and heard his words echo back to me, “HERE WE GO AGAIN.” How true they rang then as now. One must sit back and ask themselves is this the way our world should be? Can we not Learn from all the mistakes made? Why now with all the destruction and so many people needing so very much, can this not be let go for now? The proper time will come for an inquiry into fact or neglect of those stranded into days of horror and want.

For Goodness gracious people think of something (just once) other than playing politics. Out attention is needed by the people of those states who’s lives have been destroyed, neglected and in some cases abandoned. We must come together now; the world is watching us you know. Even Ben Laden and his Al-Qaeda are jeering at us and our failures and weakness, as the rest of the world is judging us and saying how badly we have handled this affair and tragedy that came with it.

Think what the terrorist must be thinking now, how easy it would be for them to come storming back into our NATION, we must quit putting our dirty laundry out, for the entire world to see. The news media says it is their right to report, Yes maybe so, but by golly they should put some restrictions on themselves, as to me it seems they reveal many things that would be better left in the private halls of our Government, but then again that is for another day.

I want to wake up for just once, and be happy to see those we have helped start anew and learn of new buildings and homes being built, gas prices down and our Stock Markets up. I want to look forward to news the War has ended and no more of our young men and women being killed in a foreign land. Just for once people, can’t we just pull together and support our fellowman.

Do we really need a scapegoat each time a tragedy strikes America?

Friday, September 02, 2005

Love, Faith, Hope, Charity

Tonight among the many pictures
I closely watch and listen
To the cries of many

My heart is touched
My eyes full of tears
As I watch a city in despair

A city I loved to visit
A place I called home
For a brief time

Friends left there
Many just out of touch
Buried deep within my heart

As I sit and pray
For them and all the others
May America come together

With
Love
Faith
Hope
Charity

Leave the criticizing
For another day
Just work together, I pray
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