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The Moments We Share

It’s the smallest things,
That mean so much,
From your gentle ways,
To your soft loving touch.

It’s a dance in the darkness,
When we’re all alone, 
Making special moments,
When away or at home.

It’s the moments you hold me, 
And just let me cry,
As you kiss me gently on the forehead,
Until the sadness passes by.

It’s the moments you tell me,
How much you really care,
These words are so special,
For they are feelings we share.

It’s the moments when you tell me,
How sorry you are,
With gentleness and humility,
In my heart these words go so far.

It’s the moments we share,
When no words are spoken,
Holding each other close,
With a bond that can’t be broken.

It’s the moments we share,
As we travel and explore,
The emotions we experience,
Happiness, joy, and the things we adore.

It’s the moments when I see,
The tears in your eyes,
From sadness, joy or pain,
And your incredible heart I greater realize.

It’s the moments we share,
Every minute of the day,
That make me look forward,
To our future together some day.

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The Elephant In the Room

The elephant is in the room,
In fact the entire house,
But nobody really addresses its presence,
Or the damage it represents.

It’s not clearly seen,
Like a ghost wondering about,
The feelings may be present,
But nobody seems to drag it out.

When will this elephant leave,
Or is it permanently there to stay,
Like a bad nightmare,
That never goes away.

Is it even possible,
To send the elephant on it’s way,
To make room in this home,
For another person to stay.

Or will this always be,
The elephant's circus tent,
Where its memory lives alone,
With no room for another to roam.

There should be such joy in this home,
Yet sadness seems to lurks about,
Creating this dark cloud,
That prevents the sun from fully coming out.

How does one permanently banish the elephant,
So it’s negative presence does not return,
To allow the space for love to grow,
And the sun to fully glow.

The elephant must be hunted down,
One must stand up to it and show strength,
That the elephant might know its time is done,
And turn tail and run.

So now it’s time to face that elephant,
And all that it entails,
To send it on it’s way,
So that the sun will shine brighter,
Each and every day.

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Lds Mingles

We are part of a website,
Called Ldsmingles,
Full of wild and whacky,
Lds singles.

They spend most their evenings,
And sometimes days too,
Talking in chat rooms,
In groups of more than two.

The subjects are as diverse,
As the group that’s involved,
Theres no mystery here,
That needs to be solved.

We talked about spiritual things,
Although that seems to be rare,
And sometimes the discussions,
Tend to get a little “bare”.

We talk about garmies,
And kissing to,
And about how we’d like to get married,
Because certainly our time is due.

But yet we’re still here,
And the ever elusive mate,
Seems to be so far out of site,
It seems we can’t even get a date!

From singleness few have evolved,
Our life just continues,
Yet our single status,
Just never get resolved!

But somehow we make it,
From one day to the next,
Wishing our status was different,
And surviving this test.

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Heavenly Father Full of Grace

Heavenly Father,

So full of grace,

Let us feel thy presence,

In our present place.

 

Carry us through this trial,

For we are weak and cannot stand,

It is only with thy assistance,

That we can make it through the quicksand.

 

Everything is sinking,

The world seems to be caving in,

From the weight of the trials,

For which we cannot give in.

 

The trials will come,

For many they do,

It would be so easy to give up,

And not follow you.

 

But we know that you are in this,

And every trial in our life,

As you watch over and guide us,

Through these moments of strife.

 

It is said in the word,

That no more will you give,

Than that which we can handle,

As you show us how to live.

 

So we must with thy assistance,

Stand strong through the storm,

Fighting the winds in our face,

Each and every morn.

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A Group of Heroes

The other day, 
while driving down the road,
I saw a group of heroes,
in their usual working mode.

It could be a fire,
to which they were heading to respond,
or maybe a medical emergency,
whichever, they go above and beyond.

They don't think of themselves as heroes,
as they go along their way,
they are just doing their job,
answering calls as they may.

But to the diabetic in crisis,
and the heart patient too,
and to the people whose homes are on fire,
they are heroes through and through.

So next time you see these heroes,
salute them with pride,
for putting their life on line,
that you and I might survive.

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The Giant Leach

Depression looms,
like a dark cloud,
following me about,
preventing the sun from shining.

It invades my waking thoughts,
it invades my living,
it's like a leach,
sucking the life out of me.

How do I shake the darkness,
and part the clouds forever,
allowing nothing but sunshine,
to loom above?

This giant leach,
needs a jolt,
to remove it permanently,
so that the happy days,
will always outshine the cloudy days.

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His Biggest Fan, Even In Sorrow

My heart is heavy,
down to the depths of my soul,
and I want to cry out,
for this disenchantment is taking it's toll.

My sorrow is evident,
my disappointment too,
how can something that came from me,
think so little about what they do.

To them its a passing moment,
a quick step in time,
but the consequences can be grave,
if they continue along this line.

Will what's going on 
to a serious crime lead,
or is just a teen curiosity?
Will he from this lesson take heed?

I can only advise him,
and direct him as best I can,
letting him know my disappointment,
and still assuring him I'm his biggest fan.

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Memorial Day

What will you do this Memorial Day? 
Is it just another day off,  
For fun and getting away? 
Will you picnic with friends and family, 
In your usual way? 
 
Will you stop to remember those, 
Who have been and gone, 
Or will you forget what this day is about, 
And just move on? 
 
Will you stop by a loved one's 
Final resting place that day, 
To lay flowers of love, 
And pay tribute in your own special way? 
 
Will you stop by the grave of a fallen soldier, 
Be they a stranger or friend, 
Paying your respect to them, 
For their willingness to fight for our freedoms, 
To the bitter end? 
 
Will you look at your country's flag, 
Each and every hue, 
And remember that each color, 
Has meaning to me and to you? 
 
To me, the red represents, 
The blood that's been shed, 
By those who have protected our country, 
And are now dead. 
 
To me, the blue represents, 
Patriotism at its best, 
For each one who died, 
Did so to defend our country's interests. 
 
The white, to me, represents, 
The faith, purity and loyalty of all who died, 
Thinking only of their country, 
And putting their personal interests aside. 
 
So now as you plan your Memorial Day, 
Hang our country's flag high, 
And stop for a moment of silence, 
Paying tribute to all who've passed away, 
That we might make it to, 
Another Memorial Day.

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My Feelings Are Growing

My feelings are growing,
In ways I don’t understand,
Is this what Heavenly Father intended,
In this does he really have his hand.

Should I question these feelings,
Or just let them grow,
Should I accept that they’re real,
And should I let him know.

I’ve listened to his words,
Does he know where we’re going,
And if I tell him this now, 
Will it be too much emotions showing.

I fear that by expressing,
What I’m feeling inside, 
It might be too much,
And he’ll run from me and hide.

I want to step back,
And put on the brakes,
To protect my ownself,
And save myself from heartbrake.

But he touches my heart,
And he touches my soul,
In ways I never thought possible,
He just makes me feel whole.

How can this be happening,
I question Heavenly Fathers time,
But he tells me he’s in it,
And its his time not mine.

How can I express this,
Will my heart he break,
Why can’t I just trust in Heavenly Father,
And enjoy the feelings for heaven’s sake!

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The Musician

The musician played his masterpiece,
Yet the audience didn’t seem to hear,
All they heard were the notes, 
And the musician’s soul fell on deaf ears.

He had spent his time and energy,
Poured his heart into every note,
Yet to the audience it was just another tune,
He was certain in them more feelings it would invoke.

Musicians create their art,
By mixing the colors of their notes,
And creating a beautiful canvas,
In the form of a musical score.

For them it is their special gift,
A way of expressing how they feel,
It’s more than a just another tune,
It’s their soul, their thoughts, and who they are.

One composition may be dramatic,
And seem dark and evoke feelings of fear,
Yet it is through this dark and intense music,
That the intended effect becomes clear.

Another composition may be softer,
Less dramatic in its style and pace,
It may engender feelings of peace,
And draw you into a more meditative space.

Whether it be dramatic or soft,
The style matters not,
For to truly understand the musician and their special gift,
And to experience music as it was meant to be,
We must hear more than the notes,
We must hear the musician’s soul.

Debra Downing
June 30, 2009