|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
THE RIBBON
The ribbon laid gently,
In the old ornament crate;
Even amongst the bold colors,
It still looked so great!
Originally, wrapped around,
A banister garland of green,
Each year, it adorned,
The prettiest decorations, seen!
Long enough to fully complete,
The journey around the stair,
It continued to a table,
Made of oak and it's chair;
Streaming downward, with a twirl,
The red ribbon did flow,
Past candle-lit windows,
Frosted over in the glow!
Trekking over the mantle,
With the nativity, spread about,
Journeying, like the Wise Men,
Who travelled to seek it out!
Then, finally, up the fresh Scotch pine;
It had come, so very far;
The ribbon, tied in a bow,
Resting, just beneath the star!
Many years had passed;
It seemed like yesterday;
Yet, I reached forth my hand,
To start it, on its way!
And, as I wove the ribbon,
Those precious memories came,
Bringing back, special times,
With feelings, just the same!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
SOLDIER-BOY
The young soldier-boy, in his travel uniform,
Held his mother tight, on a cold November morn;
Tears, rolled freely, from her red, swollen eyes;
His father looked on lovingly, with a heart-felt sigh;
"You, come back to me; you hear me son!?"
"I'll keep your room light on, till your tour is done!"
With a kiss, a final hug and a wave of his hand,
The soldier-boy flew off to defend his land;
Four years passed after he was reported M.I.A.
To yet, another, empty, holiday;
Word came he would be honored, for heroic deeds;
His family gathered together, to soothe their needs;
A prayer, a salute, from the honor guard;
The presentation of the medal, was oh, so hard;
Then, as they turned to take their seat,
Their solemn faces rejoiced, when eyes did meet;
There, in the doorway, limping in slow,
Was their son; joyful tears, now began to flow!
Let's never forget what our sons and daughters do,
When they serve to defend me and you;
May GOD bless us now, each and everyone,
As HE watches over our daughters and sons!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
TWO GOLDEN CROWNS
His two golden crowns; within his sight;
So, gorgeous they are to view;
Polished, refined, purely adorned;
Fresh as the morning dew!
Enhanced even more by the gems,
Which they contain therein,
He loves the two with pride,
Even the jewels within!
His crowns are the most important things,
Cherished and loved by him;
A tear of joy moistens his eye,
When it falls on their three little gems!
One day, many years from now,
When he is no longer around,
The beauty of his legacy will still be cherished,
Through his wonderful, gem encrusted crowns!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
A SIMPLE LITTLE FEATHER
A feather floated to the ground while I walked,
Even, as with The LORD, I did talk;
I had been telling HIM of the troubles I had;
How certain situations were making me sad;
Things just weren't right within my life;
Told HIM of struggles, depression and strife;
That's when I saw the feather fall down;
I looked to the trees and all around;
I saw no birds, from which it might have come;
Heard no singing, not even a hum;
I bent and picked the feather up;
Gently, it laid in my hands which were cupped;
Then, vaguely, I heard a sweet chorus above,
That sang of HIS greatness and Everlasting Love;
Though I could not see, from whence it came,
I knew right away and smiled just the same;
Since that day, when my eyes fall upon,
The feather that now resides in my home,
I think how The LORD, answered a desperate plea,
With a simple little feather, HE allowed me to see!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
(We all have them!)
He use to sit in front of the nativity;
Lay under the tree at night,
Looking up through the lit branches,
Wondered, by both of these sights!
He played with the elves which were scattered,
Amongst the garlanded adorned house;
Loved reading Clement C. Moore's classic,
About the sugar plums, stockings and mouse!
The music, which filled the room,
From the corner, where stood the stereo,
Magically, lifted one's feelings;
Crosby, Perry and King Cole!
Decades have passed since those times;
Yet, the memory still fans the flames,
Though older and more seasoned now,
The reason for the season remains!
It's not about the tinsel and mistletoe;
It's not about pretty paper and bows;
It's not about what we have or not;
Except for who owns our soul!
Hold on to your Christmas Memories;
Look beyond all the bustle and hype;
Grasp on to the GOD given, true meaning,
Let the tears roll freely, un-wiped!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
VISIT TO SANTA
She eyed the 'old elf' with a look of concern;
Cautious, yet, curiously disdained;
Though, unimpressed with the thought of it all,
The overall enticement remained;
She had heard of his acts of kindness;
His candy canes were superb;
His wardrobe was impeccable;
However, the lumps of coal did disturb;
The smiles of her peers was unmistakable;
Would they really steer her wrong?
Could all the stories and poems be true?
Was there truth to all the songs?
So big, he was; all that white hair;
The belly, the red nose and cheeks;
The wire-rimmed glasses upon his chubby face;
She had been eyeing him now for weeks!
So, throwing caution to the wind, she took a step;
The next was easier and soon,
She found herself in his lap;
A hush had filled the room!
He spoke so gently, like a melody so sweet;
A lilting phrase that soothed;
When she stepped down, her heart felt light,
She truly, had been moved!
Walking away, she stopped and looked,
At the new friend she had just made;
He waved at her, then gave a wink;
A special bond that wouldn't soon fade!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
THE FAITH OF A LITTLE CHILD
(Because of Josiah)
The four year old folded his hands,
As he knelt one night for bed;
His mother knelt there with him,
Both prayed with humbled, bowed heads.
"In JESUS" name, the child did say,
With a sweet voiced, final amen;
And, as his mother turned to go,
The child asked her there, right then:
"Mommy, does Santa know my JESUS?"
"Does he love HIM like I do?"
"Is HE in his heart, like HE is mine?"
"Did HE die for Santa too?"
With teary eyes the mother said,
"Honey, GOD loves everyone!"
"That's why HE was sent as a gift",
GOD's only, beloved SON!"
"But, does Santa know my JESUS?"
The little one asked again;
"Does he know that JESUS died,"
"To take away his sin?"
The mother sat down beside her son,
And touched his soft, skinned-cheek,
"If Santa believes in GOD's full Grace",
"Then all he needs do is seek!"
"I cannot speak for Santa, son,"
"But you could pray that he does,"
"Because even more than Santa,"
"JESUS' love is the greatest ever was!"
The little one got out of bed,
Then, back down on his knees;
Softly and tenderly, he prayed again,
Knowing GOD would hear his pleas!
"GOD, speak to my friend, Santa,"
"I think you know him too!"
"If he has not given JESUS his heart,"
"I ask that he will come to YOU!"
Crawling back into bed with a leap,
The little one kissed his mother goodnight;
"It will be ok mommy", he said;
"I just prayed for Santa with all my might!"
The tenderness of a little child;
Their innocence and faithful concern;
This is why JESUS loves them so;
A lesson we all should learn!
E. Self 2014
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
(Thank YOU, LORD)
Mary had a Little LAMB,
HIS fleece was white as snow!
HE came to take our sin away;
The Bible tells me so!
Wise Men, followed HIM, to Bethlehem, one day,
From oh, so very far;
Bringing gifts for the Precious LAMB,
They were led by a Gloriously, Bright Star!
Mary, held her LAMB so lovingly;
She watched HIM grow so strong;
Always knowing HE was from GOD,
To the world, HE did belong!
Then, one day, Atonement came;
The LAMB's blood was spilt;
Mary cried for HIM so;
Her heart, that day did wilt!
But, the LAMB rose to dry her tears,
Sealing the fate of all,
If only, each, would just believe,
And, on HIS name they call!
Mary had a little LAMB,
The FATHER's Only SON!
The Way! The Truth! The Light of The World!
From the time it first begun!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
-NEVER TOO LATE TO HAVE FAITH
It's never too late to have Faith;
It's not a yesterday's missed gift;
As long as there is always Hope,
There's always a prayer to lift!
It's written, Faith relies on evidence not seen,
Because, substance is for what one does Hope;
The Love of The FATHER, SON and SPIRIT,
Is the reason we all can cope!
Thus, do not think there's no use;
To believe there's no reason or need;
Faith IS a gift to be opened;
Remember, the mustard seed!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
Details |
Elzie Self Poem
THE GIFT OF A LITTLE TIME
(GOD Bless you, Blake Wood)
I shared a song and a prayer, one night,
With a young man who tended to me;
In a hospital bed, I laid;
He was someone, I regularly, did see;
Knowing, his faith was strong in The LORD,
I was happy to see his face;
It's never fun at Christmas time,
To be in that kind of place;
He performed his duties quite well;
Always, a smile, he did wear;
We talked about many things;
He then asked, if a prayer, he could share;
I said, "Yes, indeed, I would appreciate that,"
He took my hand right then;
The FATHER honored us, with HIS SPIRIT;
The Creator, of, All men!
Knowing this young nurse loved music;
Knowing The LORD, blessed me the same,
We shared a song of JESUS;
About when, the CHRIST CHILD came!
The Love of The FATHER, does not demand,
A great cost of any sublime;
Only, the fellowship of The SPIRIT,
And, the gift of a little time!
E. Self 2015
Copyright © Elzie Self | Year Posted 2015
|
|