Author: TinMan

Alone at times shadowed by a hollow soul,

Is not part of god’s plan and will take its tole.

Shaded decisions that seem to come within,

Are deceptions of the world sometimes resulting in sin.

Praying from your heart and soul with love,

With answer questions of faith guided by words from above.

Your search for the church can be misguided at times,

But with help, visions of hope will turn into heavenly chimes.

This task of life can be shared by another,

Who’s waiting for your heart to whisper heavenly father.

There is always a personal guide that will whisper in your ear,

When making decisions clouded by fear.

Mistakes in life can be forgiven,

Giving you a spiritual high while living.

A content companion like non other dwells within you,

When living the life, you deserve and following through.

Heavenly father weeps as we fallow,

Deceptions and peers in life across that line of sorrow.

TINMAN

A release of breath on a fine but freshman day,

Can excite, terrify, and trend you for future life’s decisions, will it be ok.

Searching for your sanctuary in a sea of everchanging life and circumstance,

Can be softened by a touch, glance, or internal TIGER that says I’ll take that chance.

Day apprised of greetings from friend to foe, and the assumption of teachers sizing the prey,

Nerves display looking for foundational friendships, calmed by you with words my brothers and sisters come sit I say.

A voice so calming yet full of light who happens to be looking for souls to teach,

Then you greet us extending confidence with a story, a challenge or a that day speech.

Gracing us with experience and thought in personal ways individually with a roar or a whisper just try,

Classroom invite, no prejudice just fun, friendship, and laughter as senses come alive listening to Iron Butterfly.

Then graduation, and you and friends reminisce about that mentor that welcomed and strengthened your will,

As that mentor built your mind, skills, and heart with fun by your side and your faces go still.

Then with a resounding roar the group says ah yes Richard Keith Hill fighting to tell their experience or gift you can revisit with nostalgia via imagine,

For he has graced us all and is now taking a final bow, and we say thank you Captain oh my Captain

With love 80’s 90’s 2000 10’s, and yes 20’s

Tin Man 4/9/20

a family of Seven, bound by love.

So enormous in strength, but as gentle as a dove.

A love that comes from the gospel of Christ,

And testimonies received from words so precise.

The words that inspire, and glow we read every eve,

They come from the book of Mormon, with my life I believe.

Within my walls a copy of this book for my family we cherish,

For especially in times of need, we read and surely relish.

A testimony of the book of Mormon I humbly received,

And sharing it with the world is a dream and a wish now conceived.

It gives me examples of the gift og the holy ghost,

For to read it with sincere heart and prayer is first and foremost.

The most important work done in life big or small,

Is guided by Jesus Christ through the holy ghost in my home,

Within my walls.

TINMAN

Such Tiny miracles that roll down and touch the earth,

Can to us all be a blessing or a curse.

The process can be daunting, exhausting, or Painful either way,

And when completed it gives a mix of feelings sustaining sometimes longer than a day.

Exhaustion, warmness, delight, praise, pain, despair, love and love lost seems to circle with a changing wind soft or brisk,

As it triggers thoughts of why, how, when, what, and I wish question bestowed at the time is a risk.

For there are lessons laid before us sometimes visible or not known helping us to grow,

Through the good, bad, and overwhelming times, during never seem to slow.

But life gives us these things sometimes so brutal, or fast that we must gasp at its appearance,

But we all have been given an ability from god, sometimes underused because of our own mental clearance.

This ability has been used in every aspect of our existence being released from cradle to grave,

It gives a quick reset, our moment to stop and ponder, alone or with others in closure or rebirth to save.

It is for the strong and the weak alike especially in time of need like today and through the years,

As we stop, take a breath, and together with love, god, friends and family and no fears we commence our Purge of Tears.

Be kind to the First and Last person you see and throughout

TinMan

Heavenly Father saved you ‘til the end.

Naming you on your date of birth,

Isabella Rose Lind.

Your mother and I were given a gift

From Heavenly Father above.

We are glad to be stewards of you,

Our daughter with love.

Heavenly Father knows us all so well,

And He saved you for last.

You bind our family together,

Now, into the future and from the past.

Bella, guided by the Holy Ghost is an amazing,

 Sister, daughter and friend,

Constantly full of love helping broken hearts mend.

Bella, Mom and I would like to thank you, for you are a rarity,

And we will always love you sealing our 1^st line posterity.

Tin man

In Our Father’s Eyes

The life of tender mercy and service were bright.

Anchored deep in the gaze of a hero his power, sight.

A chameleon with a practical gaze that inspired immediate friendship,

In those that were willing to listen, teach or simply stand and lift.

His education cut short, which was a challenge seen sometimes through his gaze,

But a master in life helping kids and family with support through their maze.

Sometimes his vision of gentle proudness was interrupted by strife,

Being stern at times trying to guide his children to a better life.

He had a few painful demons as seen when his gaze was lost,

But by the grace of god his tough soul and his will kept his toil for his kids at any cost.

A survivor, farm girl, Tin Man, and an athlete was his stewardship and lot given,

As his legs never stopped churning striving to be a better patriarch returning with honor to heaven.

There were so many helped through his watchful vision as his tender heart would teach his way,

Echoing through the years of love and service never expecting to be indebted only ever asking are you ok.

Towards the end, being pulled from the playing field with humility and pure love uncompromised,

The Survivor, The Farm Girl, The Tin Man, and the athlete whisper Thanks dad looking into Our Fathers Eyes.

Tin Man

Portrait of an Angel

   A vision in my head of angel in white,

So strong in beauty giving a blind man sight.