Viewing the beauty of the world,
I choose not to see the dark mask
that covers His creations
Ears hearing the echoes around me,
footsteps from movement of those
who walk the home where I live
Grasping the guidance that my God
gave to me – I cherish it for today,
knowing within my soul
I was never promised -
a tomorrow
“Granddaughter”
The birth of a child is
God’s blessing,
to those who have been
longing for you
Gloriously He created you,
the precious child,
showing us again,
His mystery of miracles
Giving you a loving heart,
He filled it with
sweetness and charm
Your delicate smile glows
and lights up the darkest night
God gave you love
and with that love,
you bring happiness and joy
to all you tenderly touch
You are the sparkle in life
that has been missing,
for so many of us
Your halo of innocence’s
surrounds the waiting world
showing us hope and direction
For you precious child,
are the future of us all
Written - March 1998
Dedicated to my Granddaughter -
Emma Louise Pace, Medford, NJ
Snow, she comes again
with a cold wind
wrapping a chill
around whatever, whoever
stands within her path
Flakes of crystal design
covering, hiding, burying all
is her sole desire - she is a storm
created of fury that displays a
winter wonderland
Degrees over time drop as
snowflakes lay themselves down,
covering with a blanket of white
burying the existing floor
that is our earth’s foundation
Upon passing, the glorious sun
speaks to us revealing to our
weakened weathered state,
she has come and gone again
for another day –
as Mother Nature smiles
Dedicated to ~ Gracie 2 Years Old
How could your soul not love me?
My grace fulfills my name
for I came to your loving arms,
for warmth and care to ease my pain
How could your ears not clearly hear?
The love as my feline breath purrs
or feel the joy when you hold me,
close to your love that cures
How could you not feel in your heart?
Knowing He brought me safely to your home
a heart that completed my chosen fate,
with you my desire does not want to roam -
through you, I survived
Dedicated to Rep. Gabby Giffords
and the Innocent Souls who were injured, shot and
killed during their moment of Freedom of Speech in America...
Hearts cry for a sudden useless loss
asking how and why this can happen
to the innocents of the bystander
gazing in the warmth of the sun
Minds bewildered by the sudden attack
against those who are unassuming
those who not yet caught the image
within the fury of the finger that is cocked
Numerous names shall parish in the dryness of
dust as violence cast its shadow within the
crosshairs of the evil sight taking away those
who are not aware of the forthcoming dangers
Again, the sudden violence is on our tongues
as we consume the events of the hellish day that
brought death and destruction in the heated sun
of our countries neighbor of a south western origin –
Again, we question these untimely deaths as the
world continues with its insane madness
Snowflakes like silver dollars
fall from the sky
not asking why
They glide with ease
landing where they please
just because -
God wants them to!
Noah cares
for three 6 day
old baby Bunnies
who lost their
Mother
"He will cover you with His feathers
And under His wings you will find refuge."
Psalm 91:4
Bob and Georganne Lenham
Wild Rose Rescue Ranch in Texas
Owners of 'Noah the Pigeon'
A day of well, as it surely should be
for the beginning of a new year
showers sunbeams as promised
that touches the face of a day dried tear
Thoughts of yesterday filled with ‘I should’
only to be words spoken of self yearnings,
as one thinks of tomorrow with ‘I will’
that brings to life new twists and turnings
Time sped on as one lingered in life
feeling youth shall remain forever a fortnight,
young minded dreams are created for a lifetime
to fulfill a destiny that is a soul given right
Taunted with age, lines of wisdom on a brow
brings reality half of thee is buried to stay,
dreams of goals not completed today and
time for completion has gone away –
as the looking glass reveals its
long ago display of youthful dreams
Blessings for the New Year from
Expressions Poetry Journal
Rhoda, Max and Gracie
