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Heather Brearley Poem
I Shall Not Want
I shall not waist my life pining over what was or what should have been.
I will reach for what is... what is now, in front of me and also Gods will.
“ For consider the lilies of the field and how they grow, they do not worry about clothing.”
In this life I humbly give myself to the Lord for he is a good Provider, Father, and Friend.
I trust Him to provide a shelter and a job not in my time but his time.
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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The old man
Hopping
joyfully while
Painting
Outer space.
Limerick
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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Love? What is it?
Is it making love every night?
Is it lusting after someone?
Is it pure sex?
How does one feel after that?
Does one feel satisfied?
What is love?
When you find it you find your best friend.
You find someone who laughs at
your quirky jokes.
Someone who can’t imagine being
with anyone else.
So does true love start right away.
Yes! You know instantly.
Why can’t I find love?
Because you are looking.
Have you found love?
Yes in the truest form.
A partner that will be by my
side till the end of time.
My best friend my lover.
Love is growing old knowing how Deep
Your friendship is it last through the end of the
World through all seasons till death do you part in sickness and health through rich or poor a true love will last through every challenge.
A real love is forever and ever.
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2022
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A tear is falling
Like gems falling from my eyes
A flower grows
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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Ghost of my past
There is a ghostly child I must embrace
Hands reaching out
Tears streaming down her face
Fingers grasping my heart strings
She said to me “Don’t you Remember me? We were created and given life by the lLord most high.”
She said “Why do you listen to the voices telling you you don’t matter? That your life doesn’t matter...you are a daughter of the most high king.”
Then I saw Jesus dying on the cross and I knew deep down she was right.
We are all sons and daughters of the most high God saved by the blood of his son. So that we might have life eternal forever in God’s kingdom.
Not only was he embracing me but also the child who lost her way in the darkness
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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Butterfly moon
Butterflies flutter
Around the bright white full moon
In the dark star light
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2022
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The Desert sunny Mother Earth
Sleeping on the big hill
As sand covers her body
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I’m a phoenix
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I’m a shadow of who I once was
A dim reminder of who I am now.
A twisted soul of pain
A heart stabbed by many knives
Yet from the ashes I rose
Rose like a fiery Phoenix
Fiery triumphant I rise all powerful burning the eyes all those who tried to destroy my heart and soul.
Proving I can rise above all that evil and triumph
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2022
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Struggling day by day with a heavy darkness searching for grace to erase my past.
Every mistake is a painful wedge between me and a relationship with God.
I walk with my head down cast ashamed of myself, emotions, and my shame.
A hand reaches for mine. I look up and see Jesus.
“Sister, or brother-in-law he said, isn’t my grace sufficient enough? Isn’t my death on the cross enough for you, you believe in me do my grace has saved you not because you deserve it. “.
As Jesus did remind me...I remembered how much he did. through his grace I am sufficient enough for Gods love.
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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We are water
We are water like the ocean.
Sometimes it flows forward
Sometimes the water is calm not even a ripple
Sometimes the ocean destroys and storms.
Then there are times it shows us beautiful sunset as painting from God.
We are made of water a reflection of the ocean.
Sometimes we are calm and collected.
Other days we are destructive and stormy.
Then we are calm and compassionate.
The water in us moving with the moon
Just like our sister ocean
Copyright © Heather Brearley | Year Posted 2020
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