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Within these financial times of hardship we all tend to look around for some type of means
for an escape?
At times, it just feels like there is no deliverance from these times and that the Lord has
placed more on our plates than we can actually take?
Some of us suffer through extreme depression, a woeful discouragement of hope, and then
turn to drastic chintzy appearance,
We then tend to just give up on life in general and slowly our minds slip into not functioning
properly; thus becoming completely incoherent!
In a little time you find yourself becoming a vagabond and then the street-life becomes a
second nature for you,
You once owned home, a car, had a job, a loving family, but now look at how the hard times
has now taken a toll on you too?
A lifestyle that you once praised and took for granted, now no longer exist and you’re now in
search of a new hope,
Some of us get so desperate on living life, that they rather take their lives by hanging
themselves by a well knotted rope!
The road ahead of you might seem hard for you to steer your way around and make your
way through,
But trust me my friends, this road might appear slippery at first; but the Lord has something
marvelous to offer to me and also you!
So take heed in his words and know that no matter what hardship falls upon us; that he
walks not behind us but by our sides,
But there are trails and tribulations that we must cross so that we can bear our true soul and
faith and then conquer that journey with pride!
Yes, our economy has taken a financial hit and it seems that we’re on the verge of suffering
through yet another great depression,
But it is within these times my firend that we must take harkens to the Lord’s words and unto
him we bare our soul confessions!
We all have traveled and fallen waist deep into these muddy and dreadful waters of a
financial crisis and now standing still not sure on what to do?
Trust yourself within the Lord, hold fast and strong to your faith because only with him can
you see yourself through!
“In 2009 you will go through some hardship times…. And also in 2009 the Lord would take
you THROUGH those hardship times! “
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To Colleen Bono A Precious Soup Member.
Gift to Colleen Christmas and Always!
Poets are gifts, to a world often bleak
Their deepest emotions, often they speak.
Sensitive hearts, much more than the rest
No choice were they given, they must stand the test.
Often the world, they see in despair
The trials and troubles, of life everywhere.
Depression more common, than not do we see.
But this is the depth, of our inner tree.
A tree we must climb, to branches more high
To witness the joy, our strength to apply.
Our deepest prayers, to God only knows
Our words often scribbled, due to our woes.
Do not disregard! Do not despair!
Do not give up! Handle with care!
A gift from MD, who sees the mind blight
Listen and learn, and all will be right.
Release all your fears, today is the day
There isn’t a problem, that won’t go away!
Be mindful of worth! Be mindful of gifts!
Your presence alone, would greatly be missed!
So sensitive child, these words I must say
You’re one of God’s chosen, Don’t Throw This Away!
Reach out for a hand, To help climb this tree.
Trust me I know, The beauty you’ll see.
Your sensitive gifts , are waiting to bloom!
Maybe you’re tired? Maybe you’re gloom?
But trust in the knowledge, Of God and MD’s.
This too shall pass, just wait and see.
Life is a gift, we make it our own.
You have many gifts, the lights may be dim.
Wash out your eyes, clean out the smart.
Look up to God, And OPEN your heart!
HE has a plan, With just YOU in mind!
You’re one of his SPECIALS, You’re One of a Kind!
The sensitive ones, who make the world round
With talents and gifts, and depth so abound.
Reach out and restore, your heart and your mind
Lift up your head, NOW is the time!
To make a big change, and climb to the top
Each has a tree, this is our job.
Your life is so precious, your worth is so true.
You’re Special to God, because HE made you!
So carry on child, Be not afraid!
You have much to do, do not delay.
I’m watching you grow, so steady I’ll be
Now it’s your turn, to climb UP the Tree.
Love, Light & Prayers
Jeralynn
I came there for same day surgery with a dark cloud over my life
And you listened without judgment as I spoke of no hope in sight.
You held my hand as you spoke soft encouraging words
But so wrapped up in my own misery I never really heard.
The next day I found an anonymous note
And my heart was touched by the words an angel had wrote.
I sat there in total disbelief as I cried without shame
For the generous gift from some angels with no name.
But something extraordinary happened that day
That anonymous gift inspired me to find my way.
These unknown angels lifted me up when I was feeling down
And they gave me a reason to pick myself up off the ground.
They showered me with heartfelt compassion as they illuminated me with their guiding light
They taught me how to hope and showed me the true meaning of life.
Though my own wings were damaged by dark venomous skies
These unknown angels showed me that I still could fly.
I will never forget what those angels did for me that day
And no simple thank you or money could ever repay.
As I adjust the beautiful new glasses sitting on my nose
My deep appreciation for these unknown angels continuously grows.
Thank you anonymous angels for your generous unselfish gift
And for your anchor of compassion that has kept me adrift.
No words can truly express just how much you all mean to me
And how much I appreciate all that I finally can see.
Though I cannot see your golden halo or feel your downy soft wings
I know that you are all angels sent down here to teach me how to sing.
I now hold my head proudly high as I walk with out shame
Because I was touched by angels with no name.
DEDICATED TO THE MANKATO SURGERY CENTER EMPLOYEES
This poem is the very first one I ever wrote and was inspired by some angels that touched
my life in a way no one ever has. It just goes to show that there really truly are angels
among us--you only have to open your eyes and heart to see them!
I couldn't say how long we stayed atop that little hill,
If not for that familiar tug, I'm sure I'd be there still.
We drifted further down the road, into a great valley,
As we turned up toward the North, the River I could see.
I began to realize that many things were hidden from me,
All those small details, the ones I think should be.
Were there flowers growing here, with flights of bumble bees,
Was it warm, a fine spring day, was there a southerly breeze?
We slowed down, and as I'd hoped I felt that warm right hand,
And I knew that he would fill me with wisdom to understand.
But as we stopped I felt a pull, I staggered from Light so bright,
Like a veil was ripped away, but I couldn't take in the sight.
In an instant, the veil was back, just as it was before,
Though it took me quite some time, my wits to restore.
Now there are things that mortal men were never meant to see,
And places sin scarred, filthy souls were never meant to be.
To describe that amazing scene, I had just gone through,
I'm not sure there are words to explain that awesome view.
But Light was everywhere at once, a radiance filling the air,
The One who walked beside me, was Beautiful beyond compare.
That pulse I felt back by the Sea, was magnified infinitely,
In crashing waves of Life and Love, and God's amazing Glory!
And I realized I couldn't survive a real glimpse of this place,
The one on my right hand, sustained me with His Grace.
I woke that evening with headache gone, outside I heard a storm,
As thunder sounded I felt my palm becoming oddly warm.
Then as the rain came pounding down, my mem'ry unleashed too,
And I remembered all the wonders God allowed me to view.
As I write these words just now, I wonder how soon 'twill be,
When He will call His children to come Home for Eternity.
Man truly can't imagine all the incredible things in store,
In God Almighty's Home on high, there on Heaven's Shore.
A PRAYER FOR YOU
DEAR FATHER UP IN HEAVEN
I COME TO YOU TONIGHT,
TO BRING BEFORE YOU FRIENDS
THAT NEED YOUR TOUCH TONIGHT.
I DONT KNOW FANCY WORDS TO SAY
ONLY WORDS FROM MY HEART.
AND I,M ASKING YOU NOW DEAR FATHER
YOU WOULD HELP ME DO MY PART.
SOME ARE SUFFERING SICKNESS LORD
WITH PAIN THEY CANNOT BARE,
SOME ARE SUFFERING HEARTACHES
AND FEEL THAT NO ONE CARES,
SOME ARE VERY TIRED AND LONELY
THEY HAVE NO ONE AT ALL,
WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND THEM
AND CATCH THEM WHEN THEY FALL.
SOME JUST NEED A HUG DEAR LORD
TO HELP THEM THROUGH THIS NIGHT,
OTHERS NEED MORE GUIDANCE
SO THEN WILL SHINE SO BRIGHT
WHATEVER THEY MAY NEED LORD
I BRING TO YOU RIGHT NOW.
AND ASK YOU FOR YOUR BLESSING
AS I HUMBLY BOW.
AND WE GIVE YOU ALL THE GLORY LORD
SO THE VICTORY WILL BE WON,
AND WE GIVE YOU PRAISE AND HONOR
THROUGH JESUS CHRIST YOUR SON.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART,COPYRIGHTED
The Gift of God is Eternal Life.
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We as humans will long to reach into a burning fire
Only to pull out ash...but to our eyes it's a beatuiful diamond
So why as humans must we touch atoms, molecules, nuetrons, and protons to feel saticifed
When in reality the things that matter the most is what can't be felt or touched
Exactly like stardust
So What if confidence could be picked up and tangable like this key board that I type on now
What if destiny and fate could be grasped like the pen when gill scouts writes poetry then
takes a bow
What if the WORD OPPORTUNIY can be suductive and affective on my pretty brown skin like
men
What if these words could be trapped like US soliders in Iraq attacking weapons
What if my mental state of mind could be looked at and noticed like time
And what if what i see and what matters the most to me
In my eyes didn't have to blind
See the material state of mind is what humans wish to behold
but what we don't know is papable ideas will always leave you in an confusion
And so i ask why can't the media put a different perception on the human illusion
My dopamine should be leveled and exsistant like faith not leveled by hate
see i can't feel god but i know that the man is important
see i can't see truth but i know that it matters
and i can't hold my mind but i know it's important
and i can't hold my soul but i know when it's hurting
and yes my words are disturbing
So why can't us humans live like stardust and seek reality
Why must we remain weak like this society
So i will ask again and please take time to comprehend my question and it might just change
your perceptions
Why as humans must we touch atoms, molecules, nuetrons, and protons to feel saticifed
When in reality the things that matter the most is what can't be felt or touched
Exactly like stardust
Form:
Alone in your world of solitude, you do not wait for anyone to care
your mind and thoughts are satisfying, and with you do they share
wisdom and knowledge they are your light, what was once far is now brought near
seeking answers for all of your questions, to them guided by your inner ear
Meditating and illuminating, this world is but a testing ground for your soul
you've been reincarnated, given another chance, this world is really your parole
keep in mind with your time here, many above are watching what you do
your life ceasing and again being brought, to a place which no one has a clue
While judging your life, to the hairsbreadth of truth, your actions they will surely
measure
for sins committed will you be punished, but for your good awaits you unforeseen
pleasure
what is it all for, you question, the wisdom of this world is it really part of life's goal
you don't know, but heaven wishes it so, maximizing the rewards to be earned by
your soul
While reading my words and contemplating their meaning, maybe asking how do I
know
what audacity I must have to write all this, thinking I just made up words for this to
flow
then know, if you follow the truth your soul will not lie, truth is only whispered to the
discerning ear
failing to achieve reward for your soul while still here, something really deserving of
your fear
After all has been said, do not regret, it pays to reevaluate your direction and take
note
if you think that after this life you'll be pushing up daisies, why bother trying to stay
afloat
plan and purpose have we all been put here, expectations for us to try and achieve
desire for us to pass this test, to overcome our challenges and just start to believe
drenched in the way
your words press into my core
like a nucleur expectation
i grew with the weight of three worlds on my shoulders.
fragile as i was ,
i attempted to carry all of them:
your last chance ,
your last chance to prove
that you ,were a good parent .
my last chance to prove
i'm more than a kid from the streets.
their last chance to see
someone actually make it.
mistakes surround me,
failures in my blood
thicker than our relation.
i feel it,
pulsating ,
as the tempermental flares
send uv flames
onto my trembling limp
limbs.
controlled by wanting ,
wanting to exceed,
wanting to meet,
at some halfway point
just so i know that I'm making progress.
because i've been running in
footsteps
so many have tred
that they have started to wear,
and soon I can't see if I'm still standing
in a shadow
or paving my own concrete.
i'm not a god,
and I can't do everything.
failure ,
taunting me
whispering
that i will never be anything more
that another human being,
striving for the power of the gods,
for the perfection
of the heavens.
But I don't really mind
my imperfection
because I've come to realize
that I can never be a god
with these feet that have been planted
firmly on this ground
and no matter how many pairs
of wings
I've managed to fabricate
We can't all be Icarus.
I can walk,
on this ground,
as clumsy as I am,
making mistakes
and saying to the
blood that I fear.
"I'll be okay"
and though your expectations
torment me.
Your words so contradicting,
your hopes foreshadow fears,
and create doubts
of being anything..
but I don't let them weigh me down
And though I may never fly,
at least I'll hover.
As a nation in mourning prepares for the war
A way of life is changing it can't be like before
People feel sorrow for all that have died
Thousands of people dead, thousands of tears cried.
I listen to stories the visions still fresh in my head
Confessions of love were the last words said
One brief second to just say one goodbye
Then the next moment the people had died
The dying words of many were to say I love you
To comfort their loved ones when they could see it was through.
I think of those phone calls the final goodbyes
As a nation vows vengeance for all that had died
Monuments of progress lie in ruins on the ground
As they sift through the wreckage, the bodies are found.
I think what was and what is up ahead
I try to understand there's just too many dead
As the leaders plan their course of attack
A sorrow starts to grow there's no turning back.
I think of those last words a phone call back home
Then their spirits were extinguished their loved ones left alone
People light candles hope for the best
What happens next is anyone's guess.
The fortress of civilization is rubble on the ground
More people dead so many more bodies found
The bell starts to toll as the death toll grows higher
Yet their dying words were those of desire
To try to comfort the upcoming loss
Confessions of love by the souls that was lost.
I think of what happened it's just stuck in my mind
I wonder of the future and cry for mankind
When will all of this destruction just end
I see it become perpetual with intentions we send
The acts must be punished but when will it stop
Then confessions of love just rise to the top.
Form:
You say you want to die.
You say you just don't care.
You say nobody loves you
and you've nothing more to share.
You say your life's too difficult,
you're so full of despair.
You say the weight you're carrying
is just too much to bear.
You say that you are sorry
and that none of us should weep.
You make death sound so beautiful,
this grand eternal sleep.
The razor is your truest friend,
it gives you what you need.
You glorify the pain it brings
each time it makes you bleed.
You try to paint this pretty picture
using shades of gray.
You hold our hearts within your hands
with every word you say.
You lead us through your darkened halls
of anger, fear, and shame.
The question still remains unanswered.
Tell me...who's to blame?
A lover from your past who left
with broken promises?
A God you gave your heart to
just to find does not exist?
The parents who have let you down
through neglect or abuse?
Your peers, whos unforgiving words
have made you feel obtuse?
Your poetry's an anecdote
of what you feel inside.
Your words scream for attention
while you try to keep your pride.
You say you want to die,
but deep inside, I know you're scared.
You say nobody loves you,
so you want someone to care.
The question you must answer first
is..do you love yourself?
You'll never know true love
if you rely on someone else.
Even if my words to you
are too far out of reach,
for you to keep on writing
is the one thing I beseech.
So, say you just dont give a damn.
So, say you want to die.
As long as you keep saying it,
I know you're still alive.