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Where Your Words Go

I get so tired of hearing people complain about our area.  It amazes me how quickly people can tear down hope and promise around them. There’s always a critic ready to spew negativity.  Anyway, I wrote a poem that contrasts the critic and the cultivator.

 

The critic curses the land,

Damning it to an eternal doom.

Never, hopeless and unlikely

Drip from his tongue

Poisoning the streets with toxic waste.

Grim eyes see only melancholy tones

Famine, drugs and death lie at his feet.

 

The cultivator breaks open the earth,

Feeding it with life giving seed.

Certainty, hope and promise

Are planted with his hands

Tenderness sifts the grounds.

Bright eyes see a plethora of harvest

Abundance, fruitfulness and life expand around him.

 

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit.” Proverbs 18:21  Words can tear down or they can build up.  Is your vocabulary filled with life or death? How many dreams have you crushed or ignited? Let’s pour waters of hope onto a land that looks parched.  Let’s drown out the negativity by showering blessings onto the land.  Breathe life, nurture the downtrodden until they thrive.  We have to bless our land, it’s been cursed long enough.

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Posted by on May 29, 2019 in Life, Poetry

 

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Gone, but not forgotten

I lost a friend last week.  I heard the news on Facebook, that an old friend passed away.  He just had a birthday a few weeks ago.  We never know if it’s going to be our last one, do we?  I still consider myself pretty young, I just turned 41.  He was 48.  I’m not sure what happened, but that’s not the point.  The point is an old friend is gone.  Throughout the weekend, I remembered some good times we had.  He was a very witty guy, he was a great storyteller, he loved animals and music.  He was an overall nice guy.  He was a friend of me and my husbands when we were dating and first married. He got me my first job out of college, he told us about an opening in his apartment complex when we were looking for a place, so our first place as a married couple was there, and he was in our wedding. Other than the occasional like or messaging on Facebook, we haven’t talked in awhile.  Knowing he’s no longer on this earth, just makes it hard to wrap my mind around it.  We went to his wake yesterday, it was so quiet.  I remember years back that he said he wanted a full gospel African choir to sing at his funeral and weep over his casket.  Instead, it was just quiet.  His death was sudden and a surprise, I think everyone was still in shock. We didn’t stay for the funeral, we had to get back to work.   I’ll always remember the times we had with him though.  

 

 

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2014 in Writing

 

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A Life Marked

Slates of marble

Arranged in deathly order

Stood silently as I pedaled past

Climbing the hill with a steady puff.

 

Reaching the top

I stepped off my bike

Perching myself on a flat monument

That overlooked the sea of souls past.

 

Stillness rested there

A place for my thoughts to dance eerily

Trying to find meaning to this thing called life.

 

Like a bird hidden high upon a branch

I watched the town move

While the cemetery lay solemn. 

 

Life in present, moments in past, and hopes for the future

Swirled in the depths of my mind

As I simultaneously pondered the names that surrounded me.

 

Recent markers were decorated with soft colored blooms

While older ones were overwhelmed with weeds hiding part of the name

Missed or forgotten.

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Do You Affect or Infect Others?

 “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat it’s fruit.” Proverbs 18:21

I couldn’t sleep tonight.  I was laying in bed, past midnight with thoughts racing in my head.  I felt the need to just write down my feelings and get them off of my chest.  The question that hit me when I was laying restless on my pillow was, do your words affect others or infect others?  The verb of the word “affect,” means to have influence on or to produce a change in something or someone.  While the word “infect” means to affect with a disease causing organism.  So both “affect” and “infect” effect some form of change.  Confused yet?  Affection is a form of the word affect, whereas infection is a form of the word infect.  When I hear the word affection, I immediately think of positive things, love, cuddling, touch, fondness, bonding, and caring.  When I hear the word infection, I think of disease, pus filled nastiness, and contamination.  Words can lift, encourage, love, empower, move, and grow someone if spoken with a motive of affection.  Infected words spread, multiply, hurt, offend, contaminate, and can spiritually kill someone.  Infections usually start without being seen, then they start to inflame, spread and become noticeable.  I guess that’s why it’s good to think before you speak, because the tongue holds a lot of power in either direction.  I hope to be mindful of it whenever I’m propelled to use words the wrong way.  I hope that if I do spill a contaminating word that God will quicken my heart to apologize for it.  I don’t want to infect anyone.  I want to affect them by God’s love.  He is my source of affection and the antidote for any infection.

 

“Human anger does not produce the righteousness God desires.  So get rid of all the filth and evil in your lives, and humbly accept the word God has planted in your hearts, for it has power to save your souls. But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says.  Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves.  For if you listen to the word and don’t obey, it is like glancing at your face in a mirror. You see yourself, walk away, and forget what you look like.”  James 1:20-24

 
 

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It’s what you leave

A year ago my grandmother passed away.  I remember being by her bedside earlier in the day before she left this world.  She was in pain, moaning, and couldn’t communicate with those who loved her.  She had been in the hospital and a nursing home for over a month.  Somehow that day when I went to see her, I knew within my spirit it was the last time I’d see her.  I kissed her on the cheek as I was leaving and told her goodbye.  I knew it was a forever goodbye.  I walked to my car, crying, but I didn’t want her to stay here and suffer any longer.  I knew it was best for her to go, but I also knew my Mom and grandfather wasn’t ready to let her go.  When I got home, I told my husband what I felt.  I cried and waited to hear.  Just as I had thought, the phone rang after 10.  I knew what it was about.  I answered and heard my mother crying, telling me that Mamaw had passed away. 

My grandmother was the greatest influence on my life.  She taught me to love others, to love God, and to hope for the best in others.  She would fix a sandwich or a meal for anyone if she thought they were hungry.  She was a grandmother to anyone she encountered.   So because of this, we grandchildren always were comfortable with bringing our friends in to visit alongside us.  My grandmother had a servant’s heart.  She had an enormous heart for others, she would pray for all of her family everyday.  I would often come to visit and before I knocked on the door, I would hear her and my grandfather praying, calling out our names to God to save us or help us in our problems.  She has left a legacy for our family.  We all were touched by her and I know her prayers didn’t go unheard.  I miss you, Mamaw! 

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2013 in Writing

 

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Time Keeps On Ticking

“There is a special time for everything. There is a time for everything that happens under heaven. There is a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pick what is planted. There is a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up. There is a time to cry, and a time to laugh; a time to have sorrow, and a time to dance. There is a time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to kiss, and a time to turn from kissing. There is a time to try to find, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away. There is a time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; a time to be quiet, and a time to speak. There is a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
It is time for a new year to begin. This year may have been a hard year for you or it may have been a beautiful one with many memories. So, as most of you, I am reflecting on the year that is ending and wondering what the new one holds. This month, my husband and I were surprised by news that his sister was having twins. So, we were blessed with twin nieces. I’ve also had several close friends have babies this year. In April, my grandmother passed away. She was one of the biggest influences in my life. I love and miss her greatly, especially at family gatherings and holidays. I miss her smiles and giggles. I miss her hugs and her advice. I miss her gentle spirit and big heart.
The first half of the year I thought our business wouldn’t make it to the end of the year, but it did and there is renewed hope that it will survive a little longer. Our church has grown; I’ve seen new faces come into the youth group. I’ve had teens graduate out and teens graduate into the group. Our format changed in the fall, we meet on Friday nights and it has grown our group some. I’m learning alongside the teens, God has new things for us to learn each day. Sometimes it’s a repeat lesson, but it’s always a needed one. My son transitioned from elementary school to middle school. He’s growing up quicker than I want him to.
Every year we make resolutions or promises of change. How often do we keep the resolution? Why do we usually not? Do we just slip back into the routineness of life? Do we have things happen to us that knock us off of our hopes of change? Regardless, of whether you keep the resolutions or not, life still happens. If you wake up, there is a day for you to live. Every day consists of time to be spent. There is time each day that is allotted for a specific purpose, time you have to use for only that purpose, such as work. But, each day also consists of free time. How do you spend your free time? I’ve wasted a lot of time. I’ve also made memories with others with my free time. God gives us all time on this earth to use, to learn from, to spend, to do, and to be. What does 2013 consist of? We shall see.

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2012 in Spiritual Reflections

 

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Exchanging Seasons

Although some hints of Summer remain,

Autumn awaits, ready for the exchange.

The seasons pass like changing of the guards,

They nod in acceptance, giving each other the highest regard.

The smell of fresh cut grass is replaced by the aroma of falling leaves

As they dance in the breeze beneath the trees.

Children walk briskly to and from the bus stop.

Farmers evaluate their latest crop.

 

While lost souls linger in the dark

They wait to hear others remark.

The cycle of life and death go hand in hand,

We reap the benefit of the harvest upon the land.

Some settle inside the coziness of their home

And others pass along the sidewalk to roam.

They smell the goodness of stews and pies.

Their stomach makes inquisitive cries.

As the warm passes the cold will it ignite a fire?

The cold wants warmth, it is their utmost desire.

Will the warm stay snuggled in their bed?

Or will they notice and share their bread?

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2011 in Poetry, Spiritual Reflections

 

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