Lord, please give us the grace
to wait as Mary waited,
For the birth of the answer,
to all of our prayers.
Please open our hearts,
To see the love and kindness
in all those we meet,
To hear your message of hope
in the whispers of a child,
To sing your praises
every day of our lives.
As we decorate our homes
in honor of your coming.
May the twinkling lights
dispel the darkness
in the hearts of all lost souls.
May the sparkling tinsel and garland
reflect the love you give to all.
May the colorful presents
remind us of the need
to keep your presence in our hearts.
As the time for your arrival approaches,
May we all spend our time wisely,
Focused in thankful meditation and prayer,
On the abundance of blessings you give us.
As we follow the glow from the star
that brightened the entire sky,
That led the shepherds to the manger,
Where you lay in quiet anticipation,
To shine your love on our waiting world.
December 14, 2008
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Expectant mothers patiently waiting,
for the life within to come forth,
Beaming brides glowing with love,
as they walk toward their beloved,
Little children laughing and playing,
knowing in their hearts they are loved.
The mother with outstretched arms,
to support her baby's first tentative steps,
The parent^'s joyous, thankful celebration,
for the lost child found in the crowded mall,
The elderly parent lying in bed,
surrounded by loving children and family.
Those who take the time to,
ladle soup to those who are hungry,
Those who seem to find something,
to share with their brothers and sisters,
The ones who smile at strangers on the street,
every day of the year.
The poor widow with her two little coins,
who gave more than the wealthy Pharisees,
They show us that it is the little things,
that reflect the love of Jesus,
Who is a bright star in the heavens,
shining down on all of us.
Deember 14, 2008
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Crucial words left unspoken by a mother,
Who left her two small, scared children,
And walked away with another man.
You're going to an orphanage threats,
Voiced by a forbidding, maternal guardian,
All throughout childhood into adolescence.
No amount of long, stemmed roses,
Would help the ugly bruises,
Or hear the never voiced apologies.
Vows lovingly spoken at the altar,
Viciously mutilated by the poison pen,
That initiated the deadly, divorce decree.
The many soft spoken I Love You,
Lost in the dry, empty hours,
Waiting for the phone to ring.
Words unable to break the sound barrier,
Hanging hopefully, but invisibly in the air,
Lost in the void of unrealistic expectations.
Parented by a history of unmeaning words,
Producing a forceful and stilted grief process,
Slowed by many untimely abandonments.
A grievous life woefully missing,
Life experiences that have taught,
Love is an action word.an action word.
September 1, 2008
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Faith is not just a whim,
A facet of life, light as the breeze,
Which blows from tree to tree,
Or skipping across the calm, blue water.
It comes from deep within,
A force stronger than steel,
But one that bends with ease,
To follow the ways of the Lord.
However, without an open mind,
Our faith will not remain with us,
It escapes our boxes of sin,
That try to hold us prisoner.
Using our faith each and every day,
Protects it from becoming stagnant,
The more share it with others,
The bigger it grows within us.
Our faith is a gift from God,
A grace bestowed upon all who ask,
Even to those who are blind,
Jesus gives us the ability to see.
November 18, 2007
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To many of us you are a generous fellow volunteer,
To others you are a loving mother and grandmother,
And some are honored to have you as a cherished friend.
As you give so willingly of your time,
To the Lord and Father Pat's ministry,
You show us how to be truly selfless.
As you compassionately care for your family,
Always available, day or night for any need,
You model the love that Mary had for Jesus.
As you utilize your printing and computer skills,
With the myriad of publications given to you,
You heartily encourage others to share their gifts.
As you stood in Father Pat's circle of love,
You heard from each person at your party,
How you have lovingly touched their lives.
Your kindness and genuine love for everyone,
In a mirror that reflects for all of us to see,
The unconditional love God has for each of us.
To all of us you are a beacon shining in the dark,
You show us how loving the Lord our Savior,
Can bring beauty, peace and joy into our lives.
May 26, 2007
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After Easter, Simon Peter went fishing,
His life as an apostle with Jesus,
Had not turned out as he planned,
So he returned to the life he knew.
The long night of fishing brought them nothing,
They nets kept coming totally empty,
And when they headed for home in the morning,
Jesus stood on the shoreline waiting for them.
If only he had not run away,
If only he had not denied Him,
If only he had paid more attention,
If only he had tried harder.
Jesus had not become their king,
In the way they thought he would,
The spiritual life Simon Peter imagined,
Died the day Jesus was crucified.
Even though Jesus appeared to them,
Simon Peter had forgotten His teachings,
That Jesus needed to die on the cross,
So He could be risen on the third day.
Going back home may be the thing to do,
When our lives do not turn out as we plan,
However, without Jesus by our side,
Our nets will always come up empty.
When we think our life is on course,
We forget there is also a starboard side,
With wondrous, unimaginable possibilities,
Hidden dreams known only to God.
Butterflies cannot return to their cocoon,
Knowledge once gained is always there,
The disciples misunderstood His kingdom,
They did not understand His resurrection.
Once we heart the call of the Lord, our Savior
And we acknowledge HE died for our sins,
He will take us down a glorious, new path,
And our nets will be filled to overflowing.
April 22, 2007
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Afraid of the Jews, they huddled behind locked doors,
Clouds of concern and confusion hung limp in the air,
Some of them believed because they had seen Jesus,
Other had blind faith, believing without seeing.
Tortured with thorns of anxiety, they sat in silence,
Questioning just what the future held for them,
Jesus understood that they did not comprehend,
The truth behind His parables and teachings.
He came to them performing all kinds of miracles,
Hoping they could grasp the reason for His rising,
Peeling back the veil of darkness to reveal God's plan,
He was preparing them for a glimpse of a new life.
Spiritual gifts of wisdom and knowledge,
Faith, healing and the working of miracles,
Prophecy and the discerning of spirits,
Were gifts designed specifically for His disciples.
As the disciples received the Holy Spirit,
Each was given a special and unique gift,
A new language that would take them,
To places they never dreamed possible.
We, as disciples can experience new places,
Once we open our hearts to the Holy Spirit,
And we acknowledge our blessings from God,
Our lives will be forevermore changed.
Each new day can be a Pentecost for us,
A chance to become God's chosen disciples,
When we use our talents to praise God,
And we proclaim His greatness to the world.
But the manifestation of the Spirit
is given to every man to profit for all.1
11 Corinthians 12:7
April 22, 2007
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Suffering our own slings and arrows,
The grief of loneliness,
The pain of illness,
The fears we hide from each day.
Look at the cross and what HE did for us,
The grief HE felt in the garden,
The physical pain HE endured for us,
The fear from those who could not understand.
Jesus did it all willingly, so we could experience,
The joy of knowing how deeply we are loved,
For healing from illness and atonement for our sins,
As well as the courage that comes from following God's will.
The cross should not be feared, but revered,
Instead of focusing on the horror, see the hope,
Do not look at the violence, look at the victory,
And see the unconditional love HE has for us.
Jesus suffered and died so that we might live,
Eternally free from sin and death,
HE rose up to bring us all into the light,
The cross brings love into our hearts.
April 7, 2007
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Blinded by our
pride, unable to see our commonalities,
we fight to be right.
Like the warring
Middle East, we focus on our differences,
turning splinters into redwoods.
Conservative or liberal,
unwilling to find middle ground,
we fly our flag of independence.
We forget the power of
togetherness, we march stubbornly
in battle, armed with our
anger ad condescension.
Agonizing over the problems
in our schools, the many diverse groups, the
violence and hatred that divides them.
Many churches, many different views,
all believing in God, the Father, but
abandoning the
Ninth Commandment.
Are we models of good behavior, to those
who look to us for guidance, what face are
we showing the world?
We are a cluster of churches coming
together, are we creatures depending on our
God, the Father, or are we god's defining
our very own future?
February 12, 2007
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A young boy struck down by disease,
Blind and unable to walk,
Becomes a missionary priest.
A small baby girl named Helen,
Born blind, deaf and mute,
Becomes a voice for the handicapped.
A famous actor, a superior man,
Paralyzed in a riding accident,
Takes up a cause to help others.
A tiny sister in India,
Takes in the destitute and dying,
Becomes a strong, spiritual leader.
A simple woman with a need to help others,
Assists women coming from prison,
Began the Good Shepherd Sisters.
Men, women and children,
All around this great world,
Overcome their pain and hardship.
Limitations only hold us back,
When we try to do things ourselves,
With God, all things are possible.
A small, helpless babe,
Lying in a manger of hay,
Becomes our Lord and Savior.
December 17, 2006
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All that believed were together1
The Parthians and Medes and Elamites,
All came together as one church,
Just as the people today, of,
Biddeford, Saco, Old Orchard and Lyman
came together as on Catholic Church.
The apostles, with the help of the Holy Spirit,
Helped all those who wanted to follow Jesus,
To come together as one united church,
And we, with the help of our religious leaders,
As well as the gift of the Holy Spirit,
Have an opportunity to follow in their steps.
With the development of Cluster 25,
We can show other religious communities,
The blessings of following the will of God,
And if we stand together, we can lead them,
With our courage and convictions.
We are not closing the doors of our churches,
We are opening up to the will of God,
And by revealing the blessings of following Him,
We can become a beacon to those who lives,
Are driven by property and possessions.
Let us rise above our selfish desires,
Our need for wealth and status,
And pray for God to give us the strength,
To put aside our fears of this new vision,
And follow the will of the Lord, our God.
And they continuing daily with one accord in the temple,
and breaking bread from house to house,
did eat their meal with gladness and singleness of heart.2
1Acts 2:44
2Acts 2:46
July 30, 2006
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As poverty approaches,
Friends slowly slip away,
Terrified it is an illness,
Contagious by association.
Too embarrassed to ask for help,
Always on a diet at mealtime,
Hoping no one knows the truth.
The first to go are the frills,
Becoming good at letting go,
Learning to go without.
Trying to stay afloat,
As each day brings more rain,
And the boat springs a leak.
Finally the ravages of hunger,
From a stomach crying out,
It breaks down the barriers of ego.
Not knowing where to go,
Or how to ask for assistance,
We pray to God for direction.
Suddenly a light beckons,
Our blinds eyes are opened,
We see the way out of our pit,
It is God's ladder of love.
July 27, 2006
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Sitting in a cool, flowing stream,
with an insatiable thirst,
walking through cascading waterfalls,
with moistureless, parched lips,
Drinking sand.
Being at a bountiful banquet table,
with a gluttonous hunger,
Gorging on heaping platters,
of utterly, unsatisfying food,
Eating dust.
All alone in a roomful of people,
feeling a constant dull ache,
that morphine does not lessen,
an massive hole in the heart,
no doctor can repair.
Surrounded by an aura of abandonment,
as repressed, traumatizing memories,
break through the flood gates,
as tears fall on the empty page.
Fears we thought were once conquered,
suddenly appear on the horizon,
as our heart polarized,
with acute pain watches helplessly,
as the shades of sleep are drawn,
we lay awake, unable to close our eyes.
We stand still, but our mind
hurls us down endless dark paths,
and through long, dark mazes and tunnels,
whirling and twirling us around and around.
And as a small crack appears,
in the stone wall of our spirituality,
a sliver of light and a small voice,
quietly slips through,
offering His life for a chance to help.
A loud voice calls out,
Take away the stone,1
and we stumble into the light
tethered by our fears,
into the arms of family and friends.
And as our eyes begin to focus,
we are finally able to see,
a faith that conquers fear,
that fills us with the light of love
and dispels the darkness and gloom,
as HE nurtures us with His Body and Blood.
1John 11:39
May 21, 2006
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Becoming a Good Shepherd Affiliate,
Is something that means a great deal to me,
Being with those who are models of compassion,
Helping me to become the woman I strive to be.
I came with a friend from St. Joseph's choir,
With open arms, I was warmly welcomed,
And made to feel like I had come home at last,
To a group with whom I could share my love.
The love and compassion that I received,
Gave me the courage to overcome my shyness,
And with each monthly meeting I grew stronger,
More confident to voice my love of the Lord.
Each time we met and shared our thoughts,
Reading scripture and singing glorious hymns,
My love for Jesus and my wish to follow Him,
Was proudly proclaimed in poetic verse.
A chance to help other who are truly in need,
Putting aside my own selfish care and concerns,
Being with those who help to clothe and to feed,
By helping the many, I learn how to follow Him.
The sharing and giving of God's pure love,
With those who are close to the Lord our God,
Sharing His multitude of blessing from above,
Gives me the peace I seek in this hectic world.
To take the promises to become an Affiliate member,
Of the Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary,
Would be a privilege and a heavenly honor,
To share this journey is my heart true desire.
From the Foundress, Mother Marie Fitzbach,
As well as the other Affiliates and Sisters,
There is so much to learn from each one,
So that I may be transformed into the woman,
That the Blessed Virgin Mary hopes I can become.
February 2, 2006
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Some of us have been given,
Early lessons from those,
Not prepared to be parents,
Those who are selfish and ill prepared.
There are many kinds of hunger,
A shortage of food to eat,
Or sometimes a lack of love.
As low self-esteem blossoms,
And abandonment grows into acceptance,
They bloom into rejection and pain.
Then all hurt feelings turn invisible,
And all anger is suppressed,
As it becomes its own special force.
But God patiently waits,
Knowing that the inner turmoil,
Will ultimately surface one day.
God watches as it fiercely erupts,
Striking out at the innocent,
And even turning on its host.
God prays that the soul,
Will one day gain the courage,
To see the anger for what it is.
Anger is just a pain,
That has turned inward,
And forgiveness is the cure.
The soul has the wisdom,
It knows God can't remove the pain,
We have to be the one to give it up.
God is not to blame,
For the evil in this world,
His love is unconditional.
We need to learn to ask,
Not to stop the pain,
But for the strength to endure.
For when we learn to live with suffering,
We gain wisdom and strength,
And we become closer to God.
June 4, 2005
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Hiding in the darkness,
Dreading the morning,
The light and all it brings.
A new day, new beginnings,
A chance to make better choices,
To walk the path of God.
Rejecting evil and all its sinful ways,
Stepping out of the darkness,
Rising and greeting the new day.
Focusing on the successes,
Turning toward the sun,
Feeling its love caress your face.
Taking the hand He offers you,
Walking with His courage and grace,
Towards the one who died for our sins.
Although our Lenten journey ends with Easter,
The light continues to led us,
Joyfully we follow, praising His name.
March 21, 2005
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The Lord’s gifts are abundant,
But the times are too frequent,
When our self-seeking ego takes over,
And convinces us that we need more,
More food, more money, more, more, more.
This is when we need to step back,
To see the bounty and grace,
The Lord gives us each and every day,
The things we take for granted,
When our selfish self just wants more.
The Lord can give and HE can take away,
The gifts we do not appreciate,
The things we come to expect,
Can vanish with the blink of an eye,
And disappear forever.
However, we are truly blessed,
For the Lord is generous and kind,
All HE asks is that we are thankful,
For HIS mercy and HIS grace,
Each and every day of our lives.
HE sends us sunlight and moonlight,
When the darkness overtakes us,
HE protects us from our enemies,
HE gives us water to quench our thirst,
And food so we will not be hungry.
HE does this all for no reason,
Other than that HE loves us,
HIS love for us is immeasurable,
His blessings are truly bountiful,
Dear Lord, we love you and thank you.
February 27, 2005
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God has given you so many gifts,
which you share without reserve.
God has sincerely blessed you,
in so many ways.
Your angelic voice encourages us,
we strive to sing our best.
Your musical talents guide us,
to sing with a joyful enthusiasm.
Your endless empathy,
helps us to get through.
Your unconditional compassion,
gives us strength.
Your calming presence,
helps us to feel at peace.
Your non-judgmental ways,
encourages our joy to come forth.
You are a blessing to us,
we are thankful to know you.
God has blessed us all,
we praise HIM for you.
St. Joseph's Church Choir
November 9, 2003
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Blond hair that frames a beautiful face,
A warm smile conveying a huge heart,
Greeting people with a kindly embrace,
We all felt comfortable right from the start.
Warm introductions to everyone there,
Made us all feel like we really did belong.
And for those who felt lost and in despair,
We felt comfortable and glad we came along.
Meeting new people can be so hard,
And making conversation can be complex,
We sometimes feel like we have to be on guard,
Making sure that what we say is correct.
You made sure that no one felt alone,
You helped start many conversations,
Even though some of us were unknown,
You accepted us all without hesitation.
Your kind and caring was clear,
It is obvious why so many love you,
Your feelings are true and sincere,
It is no wonder everyone feels as they do.
You are special and very rare,
Your compassion has no end,
I hope someday to dare,
To also call you my friend.
St. Joseph's Church Choir
August 28, 2000
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This Easter is special for us,
A time of death,
A time of rebirth,
This is the time that marks a new beginning.
We are journeying to a new place,
A new place physically,
A new place emotionally,
This is the place for new adventures.
We are mourning the loss of many things,
A death of old patterns,
A death of old ways,
This mourning is the catalyst for our future.
We are transforming into something unknown,
A rebirth of the mind the spirit,
A rebirth of the soul,
This metamorphose is mysterious.
We are making our way through the storm,
A new way of life is approaching,
A new way of life is on the horizon,
This storm is paving the way for a totally new day.
We are joining together is love,
A commitment to each other,
A commitment to God,
This uniting is unconditional love.
We are sharing our love with the world,
A love to help those in need,
A love to show others the way,
This love of ours is meant to be shared.
God is opening doors for us,
His light shows us the way,
His light protects us from the darkness,
This Easter is special for us.
April 23, 2000
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A celebration of life,
Sharing with family and friends,
The good times and the bad.
We all struggle,
We all have challenges,
And we all help each other.
Sometimes we question,
Wondering if God has a plan,
Why do things happen?
God's love is evident,
Beauty is everywhere,
Seize the day!
Children growing into adults,
Buds transforming into leaves,
Seedlings growing into trees.
Nature shares her gifts,
Sun warms,
Rain nourishes.
God wants us to share,
All the gifts He gives us,
The happy and the sad.
Courage and Strength,
Lights our way,
And lights the way for others.
God is love,
God is the answer,
There are no more questions.
May 20, 2000
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Open your eyes and look around,
there is so much more to see.
So much more to be found,
an unseen world for you and me.
Be still and quiet and listen,
to the sounds of life.
The hoping and praying and wishing,
of a world without pair and strife.
Open your heart and feel,
all the love the world has to give.
Sharing this message with an abundance of zeal,
is what makes life worthy to live.
Taste all the world has to offer,
the sweetness as well as the sour.
The wealth from the world's coffer
helps us appreciate our own unknown power.
Use your nose and smell,
it will show you the way.
To a world you never knew so well,
To make a totally new day.
All the flowers and the trees,
have a voice of their own.
All the animals, even the birds and bees,
have a way communicating the unknown.
Focus on the sharing of love with family and foe,
take down all the barriers and fences.
Know how to roll with the flow and let go,
Use all of your senses.
January 20, 1999
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a time of love
strangers exchanging greetings
the symbol of a white dove
family and friends meeting.
cooking and fudge by the pound,
the spirit of giving
kindness and goodwill abound
the true meaning of living.
churches with overflowing pews
Christmas concerts, pageants and plays
heralding the good news
the Savior born this day.
thinking about where we are going
not about where we have been
being instead of doing
taking the time to watch a wren.
thinking of daughters and sons
not of making war with guns
thinking of making concessions
creating peace-making sessions.
no matter what the weather
learning to be sharing and caring
doing thing together
striving to be brave and daring.
sharing thoughts and feelings
instead of monetary dealings
creating things from the heart
bringing people together who have been apart.
showing caring and compassion
exchanging love instead of gifts
this should become the fashion
of those that HE lifts.
December 24, 1998
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Paralyzed with shyness
Frozen with fear
Desire to sing
Defeating the dread.
Climbing the stairs
Into the unknown
Searching for courage
To conquer the anxiety.
Greeted by warm smiles
Genuinely friendly folks
Met with open arms
Making me feel welcome.
Feeling socially inept
Wanting to express my gratitude
Unable to speak
Uttering a mumbled “thank you.”
Wanting to be part of the group
Wanting to fit in
Welcomes with kindness
Was treating like one of the family.
Loving to sing
Lacking an ability to sing well
Hoping to hide my inadequacies
So no one can tell.
Intimidated by the director
Singing so on one can hear me
Trying to blend in
Striving to sing on key.
Memories from my voice teacher
Remembering her words
Lessons about breathing and scales
Lessons about notes and chords
Little voices in my head
Courage and strength
Feeling something encompass me
Confidence and faith.
St. Anthony's Church — White River Jct. VT
October 31, 1998
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voices together strong and confident
singing joyfully
angels from the heavens
come down to listen.
souls of the choir
rise to greet them
blending and harmonizing
uplifting the sprits of the congregation.
people coming from near and far
to hear the choir of voices
singing hymns and songs
some old some new.
people of all ages
joining together to sing
sharing their talents and gifts
doing what they enjoy.
special songs for the holidays
every day songs for the ordinary
celebrating in song
bringing family and friends together.
messages of happiness and love
sharing with the world
the Good News
Love is Song and Song is Love.
St. Anthony's Church — White River Jct. VT
October 19, 1998
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Learning about relationships
merging souls together
yet staying separate.
Learning about trust
allowing people the freedom
to do what they do best.
Learning about power
using it wisely
knowing when and where to use it.
Learning about people
utilizing their strong points
allowing them to be who they are.
Learning how to be a team player
putting aside dictatorial ways
doing what is best for the team.
July 21, 1998
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Heading in a new direction,
A new adventure if unfolding,
Love is the compass.
Tingling and nervous feelings,
Anxiety paralyzes the mind,
Love frees the soul.
Gaining a positive attitude toward life,
Giving up old defense mechanisms,
Love is the essence that guides.
Looking past the exterior shell,
Seeing the real person inside,
Love bares the soul.
Moving forward into a new relationship,
Leaving behind family and friends,
Love is the balance.
Using humor as an acolyte,
Learning to laugh at struggles,
Love is the answer to the riddle.
Having strong faith,
Feeling confident,
Love gives assurance.
Climbing mountains together,
Persevering through each conflict,
Love is the strength.
Seeing struggles as challenges,
Opportunities for growth,
Love is the vision.
Knowing that love with sustain,
Worries and problems disappear,
Love carries all burdens.
Knowing how to give and take,
Independence/dependence is the lesson,
Love is the answer.
June 26, 1998
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Dragonfly — dragonfly — dragonfly
Perched on a weed
Desperately hanging on
Being blow about
By the wind or by life?
Blue — black — white markings
Long bi–plane wings
Skinny pencil–like body
Tiny beady eyes
Watching people or watching life?
Flying aerial stunts
Accelerate straight up — stall out fall straight down
Skimming over the water
Hovering in mid–air
Flying through the air or flying through life?
Coming back — coming back — coming back
Always to the same weed
Persistence or safety?
Is it a message?
Only the dragonfly knows . . .
August 17, 1995
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It is not hurried or hectic here,
It is so quiet and peaceful,
With only the sound of nature,
The babbling of the water,
As it splashes down over the rocks,
Or whirls around in little pools,
Or just sits quietly and patiently,
What can it teach me?
The smells of the water,
Swirling and moving or pungent and stagnant,
The smell of the trees and flowers fill the air,
Gently invading the senses,
Making one aware of their presence,
What are they trying to show me?
The feel of the water,
Gently caressing my feet,
My hand swirls through the cool, clear water,
Churning it — turning it white — disturbing it,
Or am I?
The beautifully multi-colored
Rocks and stones moving beneath the water
Or are they?
Being alone and not minding,
Reveling in the secret spot that is mine alone,
Enjoying and savoring,
Making a memory,
Cherishing,
Reflecting.
The voice of the water gently comes through me,
The wisdom of its message is for me alone,
To give me strength,
To help me understand,
To grant me courage.
Like a light bulb coming to life,
At the push of a button,
Or the turn of a switch,
So does the understanding and comprehension,
Come to me.
July 12, 1995
© 2007, Jacqueline Newport, Purple Poetry Path
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Standing on the deserted road in the clear night,
the trees covered with snow diamonds,
reflecting the glow of the orange and red lights.
Your warm lips are pressed softly against mine,
your beard feels soft on my face,
your arms around me makes me feel complete.
Wet snowflakes land on my eyelashes,
and melts from the heat of our love,
they trickle down to cool my flush face.
In the background, the small, clear brook,
plays its beautiful, babbling melody,
it is a concert just for us.
The sound of a falling tree limb,
from the weight of its heavy white blanket,
does not disturb us.
I am content.
April 12, 1995
© 2007, Jacqueline Newport, Purple Poetry Path
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