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Lights of Night

Shining bright
above the night,
stars do twinkle
with such delight.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008



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Grace of Spring

All God's creations burst with delight
that spring has come with soft streams
of sunlight.
Cool breeze blows across your face,
Crocus peek out with elegant and grace,
Birds flutter to and fro in hopes to find
the perfect new home,
Frogs sing loud and strong praising
that winter days are gone.
Yes the time for all things new to
wash away the winter blues.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008

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Hands of Faith

Hands so strong yet so easy to the touch,
give guidance, strength, discipline and love.

Wrinkles and crevices from work he has
done show his life as a mirror in the palms
of his hands.

To shake his hand you can feel the power
within, the love he has given and the man
he has been.

In times of happiness he uses his hands
to clap with glee and in times of sorrow
to cup the tears that fall so freely.

The most important thing he has done
with his hands he will say, is the thing
he does several times a day, as he 
got on his knees, folded his hands
and began to pray.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008

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Sunday

Silence and peace not a word can be heard.

Upon the couch I lounge with not a single concern.

Newspaper in hand, coffee cup at my side  I relish
with such delight.

Dawn soon will rise and peace soon be gone with 
the bussel of children so full of charm.

Again I will wait for the next Sunday morn to rest
and relax, asleep they will be bringing me peace,
I longingly need.

Yes my family means the world to me but each 
of us needs a little something for me.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008

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The Book

The book has so much knowledge, wisdom
and even some fear, for the words it gives us 
we hold quiet dear.

Some may question the book, because of the
things they may here.  But without this book
peace doesn't seem so near.

The beliefs may have been questioned as
they are written but without it we may have
never been forgiven.

Small miracles fall upon this land yet  
we never give thought who has given a hand.
 
So many do not look to this great book until
there needs are at such great demands.

So look to this book and you will find such
great rewards until the end of time.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008



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Future of Your Life

Wondering endlessly hopelessly unsure of the future,
looking hoping praying for nurture.

Wondering if your life will ever change
the optimistic you knows there is so much
more to gain.

So you sit and look at your life to see where
things have gone wrong and wonder what
will happen to me.

A cloud seems to cover no sun in sight it
seems to suck the hope right out of your life.

Just when there seems there's no end in sight
the cloud does break and the sun shines bright.

No more uncertainty all has gone the gift of life
comes out very strong.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2008

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Family

Family
What day did the word family leave the vocabulary?
Family a simple word with so much meaning or so I always thought. It seems as though that simple word is long forgot or maybe its just replaced by others were have got.  Perhaps it has no purpose and died with those of long ago. I ponder where that simple word went and had left me perplexed to this day. Did it slowly leave with ancestors of old or when people began to think that others had more meaning? Does the word have any value I really have to question when I look at how society there seems to be no understanding. Rarely is there mother, father and children all together instead mother's became single mom's, fathers referred to as baby daddies and children are caught in between with no sense of family as far as they have seen. As they grow becoming adults on their own most will have no clue who family even is. With the occasional holidays, funerals and special occasions the word family is short lived and again becomes obsolete. 
Maybe it's just my wish or glimmer of hope that the simple word has not completely died, but needs the reassurance that ones family is simply hiding inside waiting for that moment to come back alive.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2023

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The Great 8

We started as 8 with the unique zest of life in our own way, but it was not to be for eternity for the first come in was the first to leave. This began for each of us a deep long look at our own mortality. Not many years later with a sudden surprise another left us grieving as they traveled to their resting spot high up in the sky. 

Now 6 remain so we hold on to each other so tight In hopes that many years pass before another takes flight. Hugging each other we don't want to let go because we have no knowledge when one of us will be the next to go. Each of us knows the ones that have gone have made it to a place where our previous loved ones were waiting at the gate, but it doesn't make our hearts grief less great. 

All we can do is cherish those left behind and hope and pray time goes slowly by, so the 6 that remain don't feel the loss of yet another take flight for many years so we can have more hugs and hold each other tight.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2024

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Insanity

Insanity

Fear, pain and thoughts of going insane by the despair that surrounds you as you grasp for a glimmer of light. It calls out your name again and again in hopes that your soul can be drawn back in. Insanity engulfs your brain as once again the needle enters the vein. You convince yourself there is no other way and it's your only friend that will make everything ok. The needle has replaced your given name you are now only known as embarrassment, guilt and shame.
The thought of life without your friend is a heavy burden and unbearable pain. Hope it's always in the back of your head praying that you don't end up dead, but chances are the road your on looks bleak and stormy until you're gone. 
Demons carry you day by day until your last breath and there's no more game to play. There's a fight left in you until your last breath, but it's up to you to take that stand or take the leap into the promised land. God's by your side each hour that ticks by so look to him to find a much better high.

Copyright © Anita Conley | Year Posted 2023


Book: Reflection on the Important Things