The Lord stood by me and strengthened me
this testimony all believers can truly know
in the most difficult and diverse situations
The Lord Jesus strikes our enemy with His blow
In you, His message might be proclaimed
so the Gentiles would surely gladly hear
that God seeks to save them from sin
drawing them to the saviour who's ever near
No matter the evil deeds against us
the Lord steps in to our rescue
such is our confidence in His love
this God will revive our lives anew
All of this is for one great purpose
to bring us into His heavenly kingdom
so His would be the glory alone
forever be this heavenly outcome
Tears
Drip pain
A long time
Then suddenly
They stop in a daze
Then bring about cleansing
In time your strength is renewed
It happens when you are willing
To feel the truth of what is inside
Courage to release, not deny or hide
Heidi Sands
9/30/26
(C)opyright
In her own soul's inner stillness,
There forever burns a willingness
To live a life filled with forgiveness
And love that leads to happiness.
In the daylight,
I see you
With broad strength,
Carry your children,
Gather words
To feed the financial machine,
Run, fight, skate
On ice so thick,
A thousand fires would freeze.
In the night-time,
I follow your eyes
To uncovered places,
Where taste and scent
Push out from the sheets
Through a window,
Whose pane
The moon could not break,
To turn old light into stars.
parched was the highway of hope
starved, the pathway of promise
drained was the river of riches
stained, the empire’s new robe
reeking of sweat, enervated muscles
peeking at failure, ghostwriter’s orbs
plagued with penury, artistic lament
beacon of timelessness, the wind rustles
one red maple leaf
weathering the autumn wind—
true north strong and free
May your life hold memories as treasures compiled.
I hope each day favors your smile with cause to show.
Remember, though grown, you remain my darling child.
Light will reconcile any darkness for you, dear child.
At times, troubles will rumble until firmly compiled.
Solutions as seeds will grow until they fully show.
Life is not a looped 'happy ending' show.
Be brave, strengthen faith and embrace joy, child.
A good life depends on beliefs compiled.
When beliefs are faith compiled, joy will show, sweet child.
It begins long before the pen touches the page,
in the quiet habit of noticing what others miss:
the amber morning streaming
through slatted blinds,
the heron lifting up from golden water.
To live this way is not to speak in rhyme,
But to breathe, to watch,
To listen for the rhythm.
It is the tea kettle whistling its low hymn,
Flour dusted across the counter,
The deliberate pace of walking slow enough
To hear what silence carries when it leaves.
You learn that nothing is too small to keep:
A river rock worn smooth by tide,
The wild fire of an evening sky,
The grief you thought would crush you into dirt.
Writing is only the light you bring back.
The poem itself was the breathing,
The wide eyes, the steady pulse,
The courage to face the grain of living
And find in it
A reason to begin again.
Who's love is compared
to that of a life manual?
One who wakes up
at any sound you make.
One who stays up all night
Rocking you to sleep.
One who cries behind closed doors ,
But put on a façade in my presence,
One who Is worth more than anything.
One who gave me this thing called life.
Who am I not to honour my mother?
Weather rich or poor,
She will always be my mother.
She is the one who takes
the place of others
but her place can never
be filled by anyone.
Her heart as pure as snow,
In her warmth I find hope,
In her warmth I find peace.
In her word I find wisdom.
In her word I find knowledge.
She whom your smile is her
Utmost joy and happiness.
Every prayer she says is a blessing,
Everything she touches is gold.
A queen in her own kingdom.
An angel with glorious wings.
A beauty beyond imagination.
The bravest of all.
She who walks through storms and lightning with high heads.
Fight battle with love,
Nurture with patient,
And love with tenderness.
Take a moment to celebrate her,
Cause she deserves to be celebrated.
More and more,
Over and over.
She deserves to be happy
Sensing
Prejudice is a pendulum
that swings both ways-
I write,
not so much
for you to know,
as for me to tell...
Life isn't always a pattern,
Sometimes it's a Kaleidoscope!
It's best we not know
When or if we shall see dread.
But if dread be the thing that I see,
May I not face the dread of losing
the thing that I care so much about.
But if it be that it must be faced,
May God give me his bounty of grace.
I also need strength to face the things
That I care less or so little about that
Will be all that is left, all that remain.
For this also. I need God's bounty of grace.
CEDAR
Magnificent cedar
Struck by lightning
Sap bubbling
Survives
Scarred
Changed forever
There’s a kind of power in my failure.
Like a bell that always rings inside me.
Not too loud, but at the same time,
its echo feels like a song teaching me
that failure is but a phase.
It makes the world unpredictable.
It rings when I fall,
as if it's a sign I will rise.
It rings when I cry.
Yet when I hold a pen and paper
and write my pain out,
it barely makes a sound ,
like a bell too shy to ring.
So, I let it ring in its own time,
like it always gives me a chance to be me.
Yet on those days it rang,
it showed me that I was here,
and made me turn failure into a song,
a melody that lingers, uninvited yet welcomed.
silver feather drifts,
breaking through stillness of light
calm courage takes flight.
in the evening air,
soft strength glows beneath the stars~
peace becomes its spark.
i remember the day
i saw my belle.
stood before a great glass window
and oh, she was pretty.
young eyes, innocent cheeks,
one little, beautiful heart.
my glass belle,
whole,
smiling right back at me.
carried carefully
everywhere i went.
she's a delicate one, my belle is.
if my belle were simply older,
she would be worn at the edges.
but no -
broken is the little glass doll inside of me.
hurled,
dropped,
hammered.
and now, all that remains are shards.
and yet, i prize every shard.
especially those that make me bleed -
those that will never heal -
i will cherish those for eternity.
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