Roxanne Dubarry Poet Prose Poetry

Our Hiding Place and other Selections part of my poetry's time capsule

                                                                        
                                                                                  Our Hiding Place

                                                                   There's a very special hiding place
                                                                                  Where we can stay
                                                                          Our host, Jesus Christ,
                                                                           Will show us the way
                                                                                      
                                                                 Peace and assurance awaits us there.
                                                                    We can leave behind our worries,
                                                                                    And our cares
                                                                                 In our special place  
                                                                    We're never alone because our host
                                                                        Has made our heart's His Home

                                                                       The Best Moments of Our Lives
                                                                                The seasons of our lives
                                                                               All too quickly pass away.
                                                                   All of our memories we cherish most today,
                                                                         All too soon become our yesterdays.

                                                                              Time won't wait for us, it seems
                                                                                 Is that why we treasure all of
                                                                                   Our plans, and our dreams

                                                                            And, is that really why we want
                                                                     Our friends and our loved ones to understand
                                                                         We may not always know the right words
                                                                                                To say, it's true.

                                                                              It's sometimes difficult to tell them
                                                                                                 "I Love You!"
                                                                                                           
                                                                         Yes, the very special moments of our lives
                                                                                                 We hold dear,
                                                                                   Are always when our friends
                                                                                      And loved ones are near.

                                                                                                  In Christ's Love
                                                                                             Roxanne Lea Dubarry
                                                                                                  October 22, 1986


                                                                              Heavenly Angels of Poetry

                              Heavenly angels of Poetry are softly whispering divinely inspirational words to me
                                                   They are bequeathing their Christian poetic gifts freely.

                                            Heavenly angles of poetry are gently speaking words in my inner ear.
                                                      Very special poetic words of love I am able to hear.

                                               Heavenly angels of poetry are proclaiming these words quite clearly
                                                                   "Jesus Christ is God's only begotten Son."
                              And with the rising of each new sunrise, a beautiful new day has only just begun.

                                                                                Love in Christ Jesus!
                                                                              Roxanne Lea Dubarry

                              Graveside memorial service for Lynn Ellen Dubarry, October 14, 2020
                                    Published in a poetic anthology.

Farewell Marilyn,

Marilyn, you gave us your special gifts of a beautiful smile and sunny
disposition.
You were always willing to listen to our poems and stories.
And we are very sorry you have gone away from us.
We love and miss you very much.
Marilyn, you were the love of Bo's life--
his beloved soul mate and  his wife.
Marilyn, you were one of God's special children.
We were so privileged to know.
When our time has come to die,
you will be waiting to meet us at Heaven's lofty skies.

Roxanne Dubarry
Everett, WA

*Bo's deceased wife Marilyn was a member of
our writer's group at the former Carl Gibson,
deceased Everett City's council member
Senior Center now owned and operated
by Volunteers of America, open to both
seniors and low-income adults,
I am not a member.

This poem was published in a poetry
anthology

For Patsy Hays

"Our Day"

chorus

Our day will soon come (repeat once)
We'll Be in the Glory of God's  SON.
 
verses

Our day is coming (repeat once)
Oh, What will you do?
Will you always be true? (repeat once)

verses

Our day will soon Be here (repeat once)
Rejoice! Be of Good Cheer!
The day of His coming is near!

chorus

By Roxanne Dubarry

To Patsy, former secretary of Pastor
John Greeny, deceased, Trinity Lutheran
Church, Everett Washington. 

It was Pastor Greeny, who preceded over 
the funeral service of my deceased brother Brian
Dean Dubarry.  He died on either December
22nd or 23rd December 1982 at age of
only 27  years old of a suicide of an
overdose of his pysch meds.

The poem was put in an offering envelope
and given to our former pastor but our
former church no longer has any copies
of my earlier poems.

To Patsy,

*Notes The title "Our Day" is taken from the
song, "Our Day will Come."
The title "This Too Shall Past"
Comes From OFF A car's bumper
Sticker.

5/26/85
The notes and music of
Both songs I leave to you
over a poem

"Bitter Harvest"

Slights of long ago, reap
Only bitter harvest as they
Grow.

Resentments cherished deep
Within are called by their
Rightful name, Sin.

To God's Glory
Roxanne Dubarry

To Patsy Hayes, "My Sister in Christ"
PS originally written earlier than 5/26/85
Originally given to my (former) OA sponser
Carolyn and in my offering envelop to
Pastor Greeny, God's faithful minister.

When we were living on Broadway Ave,
in North Everett, two times I tried attending
Over Easters Anonymous because my
former original DVR counselor recommended
them to me, but both times I never did successfully
manage to ever complete their program due to
personal family problems and active mental
illness.

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