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Deanna Dilley Poem
Be thankful for the planet we live on.
Be thankful for the families we have.
Be thankful for the countries we live in.
Be thankful for the money we earn.
God gave us peace on Earth.
God introduced our moms to our dads.
God gave us many cultures to learn about.
God gives us skills to use wisely.
Be thankful for our special gifts.
Be thankful for rich and poor alike.
Be thankful for the food we eat.
Be thankful for the clothes we wear.
God gave us talents to share with the world.
God cares for the rich and poor;
No more or no less.
God gave us clothes to keep us warm.
God gave us food so we do not starve.
Be thankful for the homes we live in.
Be thankful for the transportation we use.
Be thankful for the children we love.
Be thankful for who we are.
God gives us shelter to keep kids off the streets.
God gives us cars, planes, and trains to get around.
God will soon make these children leaders of the future.
God made you and He made me.
We are the leaders of today.
Copyright © Deanna Dilley | Year Posted 2012
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Deanna Dilley Poem
A Blank Sheet of Paper
A blank sheet of paper
lies on the table.
It's a reminder
of a life uncertain.
As I take a seat,
I can't find a thing to write.
A blank sheet of paper
appears in my notebook.
It's a reminder of what we once had.
As I look back,
I don't know what to write.
A blank sheet of paper
is placed in front of me.
It's a reminder
of what we soon will have.
As I think of you,
the paper will soon be filled.
A blank sheet of paper
sat on the table.
It was a reminder
of what we had together.
As I remember you,
I find plenty to write.
Copyright © Deanna Dilley | Year Posted 2012
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Deanna Dilley Poem
My voice...
one which must be heard.
There are times,
when today's world seems to fall apart.
From shouting,
to hitting;
and hitting,
to shootings and bombings.
Times like these,
are when I must step forward.
My voice...
a whisper within my mind.
Some days,
when all seems lonely;
I tell myself,
stay busy; all will be well.
When the sky grows dim,
and I'm in bed;
I whisper a prayer,
to keep me safe in slumber.
My voice...
gentle words of kindness,
for someone who's been suffering.
At times of sorrow, hurt, and grief;
I tell them to remember only good times;
and soon fear's erased away.
I ask of them,
to close their eyes;
imagine themselves in paradise.
My voice...
an echo throughout our land.
For those who are blind;
for those who are deaf.
I am their eyes and ears.
For those who can't walk;
for those who can't speak.
I am their feet and mouth.
With my voice...
I speak out for all those in need.
Copyright © Deanna Dilley | Year Posted 2012
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Deanna Dilley Poem
I am the sand;
you are the ocean.
Your waves wash over me whenever it rains.
I am the sand;
you are the seeds.
Your love blossoms within my soul.
I am the sand;
you are the bricks.
You build this home, my sweet haven.
I am the sand;
You are the playground.
Your children will flourish before our eyes.
I am the sand;
you are the footprints.
Your gentle arms carried me whenever I fell.
I am the sand;
you are the rock.
You've granted salvation for all to be free.
I am the sand;
You are the castle.
Your home will be mine in the years to come.
Copyright © Deanna Dilley | Year Posted 2012
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