|POEMS- Words of Thought|
THE MENTION OF HIS NAME
"The Mention of my Child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But never fails to bring Music to my ears.
If you are really my Friend,
Let me hear the beautiful Music of his Name.
It soothes my broken heart And sings to my soul."
GOD SAW HER GETTING TIRED
God saw her
RISE UP SLOWLY, ANGEL
Rise up, slowly, Angel.
I cannot let you go.
Just drift softly midst the faces,
In sorrow now bent low.
Ease the searing anger,
Born in harsh unyielding truth
That Death could steal my loved one
From the glowing blush of youth.
Rise up slowly, Angel.
Do not leave me hear alone,
Where the warmth of mortal essence
Lies replaced by cold, hard stone.
Speak to me in breezes
Whispered through the drying leaves,
And caress my brown with raindrops
Filterd by the sheltering trees
Rise up slowly, Angel,
For I cannot hear the song
Which calls you through the shadows
Into the light beyond.
Wrap me in your downy cape
Of sunshine, warm with love,
And kiss a tear-stained mother's face
With moonlight from above.
Then wait for me at sunset,
Beside the lily pond,
And guide me safely homeward
To your world,which lies beyond.
Just spread your wings and take me
In reunions sweet embrace,
And we shall soar, together,
To a different time and place.
AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS
Fearing the battle was over
and I'd already lost the war
I was tired of trying and failing.
I just couldn't fight anymore.
So, dragging my battle-scarred body,
I crawled to the foot of the cross.
And i sobbed."Oh please, Father forgive me.
But I tried...I tried...and still lost."
Then the air grew silent around me.
I heard his voice just as clear as the dawn:
"Oh, my child, though you are tired and weary,
you can't stop, you have to go on."
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
I felt love, as I knelt in His presence.
I felt hope, as I looked in His eyes.
Then He gathered me lovingly to Him,
as around us God"s light clearly shone.
And together we walked through my lifetime
to heal every wound I had known.
I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten,
and pieces of my life on the floor.
But I watched as He tenderly blessed them,
and my life was worth living once more.
I knew then why I had been losing.
I knew why I had not grown.
At the foot of the Cross came the answer:
I'd been fighting the battle alone.
At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
Then I knew I could face any challenge
together--just my Lord and I.
AUTHOR : MARCIA KRUGH LEASER
The LORD is my
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it. "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I need you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied, "My precious, precious child; I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
I was walking down life's highway a
long time ago.
First, I got some Patience, Love was
in the same row.
I didn't forget Salvation, which
like the others was free,
Then I said to the Angel, "How
much do I owe"?
Near shady wall
a rose once grew,
As it grew and
blossemed fair and tall,
Onward it crept
with added strength,
The light, the
dew, the broadening view,
Shall claim of
death cause us to grieve
fragrance far and wide,
When God sends forth a little soul
To learn the ways of earth
A mothers love is waiting there
We call this miracle birth
When God call back a tiny soul
And stills a fleeting breath
A fathers love is waiting there
This too is birth, not death.
A CHILD LOANED
I'll send for a while, a child of mine, He said, For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years or twenty two or twenty three, but will you till I callhim back, take care of him for me? I can not promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I'v looked the wide world over, in search for teachers true, and from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes I have selected you.I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord thy will be done." For all the joy thy child will bring the risk of grief we'll run. We shelter him in tenderness, we'll love him while we may, and for all the happiness thy child will bring forever greatful stay. And if God's angels come for him much sooner than we'd planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
Footprints Across our Heart
The door is closed. The lights turned off.
The closet stands bare.
All the room once waiting...
For the child that should be there.
Sorrow wells up inside of us.
Our tears, an endless flow.
All because we miss the child...
The child we'll never know
No camping trips, No soccer games,
Nor late evening talks,
No baseball camps or shopping trips
No shaded moutain walks.
We have not even memories
To help through times like these
We only have each other ,
as we go down on our knees...
To plead with you, our Father,
To take this pain away...
To help us know your love
will guide us through each day.
We may never know the reasons
For this terrible tragedy;
But we can know you love us
through all life's mysteries.
Our time was far too brief;
It was over before its start...
But our little angel left behind
Footprints Across Our Heart
Poem by W.Patrick Queen
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need; by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath.
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barret Browning
For a brief and fleeting moment,
An angel touched the ground;
With tiny wings and halo,
And sweet, soft angel sounds.
Blessing the lives of others,
In beauty and in grace;
Those who saw her knew that God
Had kissed her tiny face.
The angel came for reasons,
We may not understand;
Her journey brief, with gifts so great,
And guided by God's hand.
For the angel left so much behind,
Left nothing here undone;
She gave herself so others live,
Just like her Father's Son.
So, rest now tiny angel,
Your work on earth is through;
In the beauty of God's perfect love,
We saw His gift in you.
Allison Chambers Coxsey
Allison's Heart...Poetry to touch the heart and soul