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A Mother's Prayer

A woman views her daughters and the way they have all grown
As today they've become older and have families of their own
Recalling when they were so young and the way they use to play
She finds a great comparison to the way they are today
Today they always bicker for the littlest of things
They just don't seem to realize what pain to her it brings
She's always sending prayers as she lies in bed at night
That God will help them get along and they'll no longer fight
She's come to know she's in her years and won't be here forever
And hopes before she leaves this world they'll get along together

The years have come she's now so ill and lying in a room
Within her mind her last breath she knows is coming soon
It's late at night around her bed her daughters have all gathered
But even now they start to squabble over things that just don't matter
They take notice of her grimace as she struggles with her pain
But she finds a way to see them and to them she now proclaims

"Daughters my last day is here so please now let me speak
Even though it hurts so much and now I feel so weak
I've loved you all so very much not one above the other
That it hurts me so the way you've been unkind to one another
I have tried hard to raise you right but I feel something is wrong
For regardless what I've tried to do you just don't get along
So I ask you as I leave you to please now make amends
And set aside your petty differences and try now to be friends
Tonight I meet my maker as He's saved a place for me
A place where from all my pain I now will be set free
For years I've always been here as your loving, caring mother
But I hope now as I leave you that you find you need each other"

Her eyes now begin closing as she slowly starts to die
And it's now her words have reached them and they all begin to cry
They now begin to realize just how blind they have been
And together they have made a vow to try and start again
On the day she's to be buried on the altar one now speaks
With the hopes that to their mother their words will now be reached

"Mom today we feel so bad for what we all have done
For not knowing how it hurt you that we did not get along
But today we hope you see us as together we have vowed
To answer all your prayers and to make things right somehow
We'll miss you mom but through your words we know we'll make things right
So may God's angels be beside you until the day we all unite"

On weekends they will gather and often speak about their mother
As today they realize she was right - they have found they need each other
Thomas Quintana
Copyright @2001 Thomas Quintana All Rights Reserved

Dear Mommy,

by Sandra K. Gillmore

Mommy, I know you by scent and by sound

I will sense the difference if you’re not around

I ache to be rocked and nursed in your arms

It's upsetting to hear those wake-up alarms

Please don't rush around and ignore my loud cry

If you are leaving me, please tell me why

I don't mean to be trouble. I try to be good

I just need my Mama so I’ll feel understood

Whatever is out there that calls you away

"God, make it stop!" I say when I pray

My Mommy's been trapped by a great big monster

If she's not saved quickly I'll think I have lost her

I don't see her face all the day long

Where has she gone? I fear something is wrong

My cries don't get answered - I just fall asleep

And dream of my Mama who cares when I weep

I know she must love me. I won't give up hope

By my cries at night she'll know I can't cope

Maybe she'll hear all the words of my heart

And may God show my Mom we just can't stay apart

I pray she'll be there to teach me new words

Someday we'll be outside just listening to birds

We won't be in a hurry to rush anywhere

We'll just build with blocks or rock in the chair

Maybe she'll finger-paint or color with me

I hope Daddy and she make a sibling for me

I'll listen and learn anything she teaches me

When I'm into mischief I'll pray her arm reaches me

I dream that someday my Mom will be there

To talk, laugh and cry, and deeply we'll share

The days will go fast, into weeks, months and years

I hope Mom will be there for my tears and fears

If I get the chance to know who you are

Then, Mom, I'll try hard to never stray far

But if you're not there during most of my life

I'm sorry we'll both face a mountain of strife

I love you, Mama, and if you love me

Please stay home for Daddy and me

Can a mother forget her infant,

be without tenderness for the child of her womb?

Even should she forget,

I will never forget you. (Isaiah 49:15)

PREGNANT
by Sandra K. Gillmore

I am pregnant; a new life is forming within me.

My mind is filled with images of a helpless fragile life protected by my body.

I feel ill. I am exhausted.

I feel anxious and unsure of the future.

But I am happy. So happy to help the Almighty Creator

bring to life this precious soul.

As time goes by I become awkwardly proportioned.

I am swollen and uncomfortable all the time.

It is very hard to sleep.

I feel movement from within communicating playfulness to me.

Am I ready? My husband is at my side to assure me it will be alright.

My doctor assures me it will all go well.

The calendar reminds me that the time is near.

One day the pain begins. It seems to never end.

I don't think I can go through with it, yet I know I must and I will.

Finally, this new life emerges, our precious baby daughter.

She is beautiful. She is unlike anyone else in the world.

She is entrusted to our care.

Eighteen years and nine children later, I am pregnant.

Not with child this time. I am pregnant with distress.

Our dear daughter has left us for the world.

She has seemingly erased the eighteen years of love and dedication we have invested.

I feel ill. I am exhausted. I feel anxious and unsure of the future.

But I am hopeful that my prayers are being answered

by the Almighty Creator to again bring life to this precious soul.

As time goes by I become more aware of my past mistakes.

I am swollen with anguish. It is very hard to sleep. I await her return.

Am I ready? My husband is at my side just as unsure as I am.

None of the doctors could find a remedy for her problems.

The calendar reminds me of how long she has been gone.

One day she will come back, I believe. She will find herself.

It will be difficult but I will have the strength to go through with it. Finally she will emerge with all her beauty and strength, discarding the ugliness she chose to embrace. She will be welcomed - our precious daughter. She will be cared for and loved.

Prayer of Thanksgiving
by Catherine

As l read all your lovely prayers l want to Thank God our loving Father and
his Blessed Mother Mary for you and for me and my family.
As l sit and type and wonder what to pray
l realize that l have a lot to say
who ever you are and where ever you be
in Gods lovely eyes we are very precious you see
So l thank God for life and all it brings
and unite my voice with the heavenly Angels wings
Where ever two or three are gathered in Gods name He is there,
His loving presence is surrounding you and me everywhere
No need to fear worry and be anxious at all
Just trust in God He will pick you up each time you fall.

“Do not be afraid; for see I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior...” (Luke 2: 8-12)

In the darkness of a desert night,
on the outskirts of a small village,
the stillness of the night is broken
by a cry of a newborn baby.
A young woman gives birth to a male child.

Into a world filled
with oppression,

suffering and despair

a Savior is born bringing...

Faith to the doubter

Hope to the depressed

Love to the brokenhearted

As the woman cradles the child in her arms

a messenger appears to shepherds in a nearby field.

An angel from God stands before them

and all humanity

proclaiming the birth of His only Son.

One single voice announcing to all

To believe

To hope

To know the love of their God

Within our own darkened worlds

of doubts, despairs and brokenness

may we find comfort and peace

in the angel’s announcement…

“Do not be afraid;
for see I am bringing you good news of great joy…”

by Susan Handle Terbay

not FAITH AND REASON but FAITH IS REASON
submitted by Bea

When all is said and done
And reason has had its say
Only one Word throughout the years
Has withstood the light of day

That Word made flesh dwelt among us,
The living Word of God
And who has dared oppose it
In time is brought to naught

The light of the world, His Living Truth
In one man is made manifest
And to search the Truth with reason,
Without God, impedes the quest.

For more is learned upon our knees
Than studying at our desk
And though libraries we may scour
More is learned in One Holy Hour.

So be not foolish in vanities of mind,
For a humble man upon his knees
Reaches an enlightment,
Intellect alone can't find.

Bea
November, 2002

The Housewife Prayer
By Heather Lynn Roberts

My mind swims with thoughts of
"When can I find the time..."
A moment of Peace and prayer
Thru faith, hope and love.
The dogs ravaged the garbage
My garden's have been marred.
Is that Trini's diaper?
Over in Orville's yard?
A fresh coat of "Colonial White"
Has come to meet its end.
An impressive canvas emerges
In Crayola green-again!
Peanut butter and Ovaltine
Stain my carpet brown.
Goo Gone won't work on this
Glad that thousand dollar loan I took out
For our new Kirby vacuum was sound.
Diapers, meals and cleaning
The guilt from all my screaming.
Heavenly Mother, how can it be?
My squirming soul, fighting the flee
And yet, your Son, still forgiving me.
Creating more guilt. Stop it please!
Oh, take me deeper to transcend this life.
But, wait for a minute,
I forgot to tell the kids I love'em and "Good night".

The Spouse
By Heather Lynn Roberts

The light of truth revealed Himself to be
An earthen vessel filled with Godly love
Sweet wine of Christ atoned my soul for me
Upon His flight He sent His holy dove

Bequeathed to me somehow this love of mine
O' grace of God rain down on me a fool
To taste such sacred nectar from the vine
Relax Your foot on me Your lone footstool

Ignite the flame of peace inside my heart
Perhaps a chance to climb Your mountaintop
I beg You Lord allow me to take part
Unite my pain and suff'ring to Your cross

I contemplate Your passion on my knees
Come share with me a piece of victory

From Me to You
By Tina

You are in my prayers,
Because Gods told me to care,
For those who are in need,
So in prayer He plants the seed.
I’ll pass the word along to all that I meet,
In hopes they’ll plant the seed,
So God will meet your needs.
I know your needs are many,
And I wish I could do more,
That’s why God gave us prayer
This is what He meant it for.
So we could get together, and comfort with His Love,
And show each other compassion, which only comes from above.
I wish to you all the love and comfort, that Gods has to pass around,
So that in your heart and spirit, there is only joy to be found!

Gray’s Light
By-Tina Rivenbark

Gray gloom and wet cold beyond repair,

Draws me to a drab mindless stare.

The mind searches for lights trace,

That a trickle it might find embrace.

Mind looks through tunnels dark,

To find peace a place to park.

I wish for darkness to come to my room,

To rid my eyes of this mindless gray gloom.

No light in my mind was there to search,

There must be another place to perch.

As darkness came and sucked gray into it’s hole,

I found lights trace, it was in my soul.

Ripples of Time

By-Tina Rivenbark

Tangerine horizon, still waters glass,

A rock ripples the waters, of memories past.

Out reaching ripples, of memories blurred mists,

Looking for the yesterdays, of a young woman’s bliss.

As the misty memories, of a blurred horizon reach,

In the ripples search, for something they may teach.

The horizon is now bronze, and the mist seems to fade,

The waters start to calm, from the ripples those memories made.

Vanished is the horizon, when ashen comes to pass,

This leaves us in the end, with the still waters glass.

A Mother’s Mission
By Tina

God gave life as a gift to me and you
God gave us the Holy Spirit to see us through
He gave us beauty beyond compare
He gave us love so we could share
God gave us the miracle of birth
So we could show His love, for all it’s worth
God gave us so much, we need to give back
But you know God always picks up our slack
We want the best for our children these days
We want our children to walk in Gods ways
I often sit and pray; God what should I do?
The answer came; I will humbly give my children back to You
For without You I am nothing but a lost soul
It would be like living in a dark empty hole
Now my life has meaning with You at the wheel
When I need You, all I have to do is kneel
Then You come to me from up above
And fill me with Your wisdom and love
I want my children to have the same faith and hope
They need Your love and grace to help them cope
So give me the strength I need to let go
To give them to You, so they can grow
I need to lead them and guide them on earth each day
So at the end of each path they see You, and never stray
Thank You, for showing me the right thing to do
Was to humbly give my children back to You!

The Greatest Love
Tina, July 2002

When times are hard no matter how lost we feel

We must turn our Savior for the wisdom and zeal

To be at our best for the mountains we must climb

We must choose wisely and make the best of His time

We need His wisdom to make sense of this life

We need His zeal to get us through the toils and strife

To give up our will, and follow His with joy and love

Is a choice we have, but it is truly a gift from above

I pray that all will choose His will in times of good and bad

I pray that all will choose His will whether happy or sad

Because this choice is the biggest one that we will ever make

We must pick up that cross and follow Him, for our souls sake

Because when times get hard Jesus will carry you

No matter how big the burden He will see you through

There is no greater love than Jesus, He wrote the book

He is God's son, and it is to Him we must always look

In times of trouble His arms are the only place to be

When from your struggles you need to be set free

It is the greatest love I have ever known

It is the greatest love you will ever be shown

If you want to experience a miracle right now, today
Get on your knees and ask Jesus to show you the way.

Midnight Blue
by Erin, daughter of SueChoo

Sue writes: In 7th grade, my daughter, Erin picked a color out of a hat and had to write a poem about it. Her color -Midnight Blue. She wrote an 'I love you, Mom' poem. She wrote it in May of 2000

I love you like the moon in the sky
I love you like your twinkling eyes
You treat me with your love as you
Hug me at night
You shine like a star in the big blue sky
You are the moon as it lights up the sky
You are the star as it twinkles in the night
Your love is so big it could fill up the sky
You shine as bright as the sparkle in your
Eyes
You are my midnight blue sky
Around you I feel an incredible bond
You are the light in my life
As I stand alone your midnight shine
helps me find home
You guide my way and make me feel safe
You are the ocean as it glimmers at night
You are my life
You are my MOM
You are true
You are fun
Though midnight ends and dawn appears
With your glorious smile you are still here
But... every child deserves a midnight blue sky.

Freeze Frame
By Eileen Bax

With orders to document my life on film,
The challenge came as a total surprise,
My ego fluffed up as I prepared to stand
Before the critic, my work he’d surmise.

With diligence I researched everything
I could from my first moment to the present,
Transferring it to reels of film,
Once finished, I was acquiescent.

Placed in a reserved producer’s spot,
The lights dimming dark like coal,
Through the stillness a piercing light
Forced its way upon the screen, my soul.

The thoughts and scenes came rushing
As water from a jagged cliff,
Too fast to put a halt to them or
Even make them pause a bit.

The occasional glimpse of color,
A fleeting fragrant thought,
Lessons learned from long ago,
The things my mother taught.

“Slow down,” I said, “I want to look.”
Against my wishes they kept fleeing
From capture by my longing heart,
My fears and failures only seeing.

“I beg you please, just this time,
To show a single thing I may claim;
My own, my best, my unique self,
The means by which I’ll find my fame.”

But the reel kept rolling, clicking,
Rising spots of black and white,
Mingled fragments spliced together,
A mixture of both day and night.

The smell of burning came before
The glowing hollow of my plundered glory,
The projector’s sudden halting,
A single frame lost from my story.

Midway through the reel the film slowed,
Sounds amplified, echoed love and life,
So real that I could almost touch them,
Eyes brimming tears, emotions raw and rife.

For a moment my epic froze on those frames,
In it compressed moments lost in my haste,
That passed by unnoticed as I hurried along,
Not thinking back then of the time I would waste.

Once more I continued my life to watch,
But fretted that it seemed to change,
Memories as I’d recalled them last,
Were foreign things and somehow strange.

Again the frames burned and split apart,
Projector grinding to a stop so to mend
The fragile stuff that made my story whole,
Altering the way I’d always hoped it would end.

I’d seen enough, I thought to myself,
Walking away from the pain that it brought,
Denying that which exposed all my faults,
Ready my history to erase and make naught.

I stopped in my tracks to take one last look,
Saw the critic stand and turn, head bowed
His eyes looked up at me with sympathy
Instant forgiveness my sins to enshroud.

Softly the words he spoke rang in my head,
Engraving my heart with a permanent mark,
His editorial of my life and mistakes,
Refreshing my view, in my soul lit a spark.

To qualify for the big league, he explained,
One need rid their life of each fatal flaw,
The burning frames were those of mine
He’d pardoned though I never saw.

He slowed the film where I should see
The times when I’d affirmed his love,
To emphasize the best there was,
When to him I’d been a step above.

The images all mixed in one frame
Were moments I’d wasted for personal gain
He’d lumped them together to edit just once
Knowing my willful mind would soon ascertain.

This critic’s advice is embraced and taken to heart
With knowledge to start my film over anew.
Experience to remind me, his sure methods to try
Inspired by his generous forgiveness imbued.

Only forward to move from this point on,
No desire within me to again be a fool,
With the master producer to direct my attempts,
There’s no need now to rewind the original spool.

Pray of Thanksgiving
by Tina

I'm so glad God loves me today
He gave me the Holy Spirit to show me the way

Without His love how lost I would be?
The truth would be very hard to see

It is only His truth that I want to follow
Any other truth would leave me feeling hollow

Let me drowned in Your love Lord, fill me to the top
Let me have Your grace, don't ever let it stop

Thank you Lord for giving us Your Son
Through Him, the victory over sin has been won

You are perfect Lord, with love and grace
Bless me with Your love, so that I may see Your face.

Faith Poetry by Kelly Ann Malone

I saw you not so long ago, it was just the other day
Now your soul is laid to rest, and we'll bow our heads and pray
For the Lord has called your spirit to His heavenly home
Though it seems you're by yourself, you didn't go alone
Part of us went with you, and part of you remains
You live inside of all of us, we'll never be the same
You see, you touched our lives and open our eyes to see
That the Lord holds you in His arms, and you finally are free
So these tears we shed are sweet ones, and the memories will make us smile
This feeling that we have won't stay for long, it will only stay awhile
For we know you are at peace as your body is laid to rest
Because we know in our hearts that God only takes the best

Stefanie Arnal

Pentecost

As the wind blew so you blew into their souls
Gathered as they were in one place
Your presence filled it
Your Spirit came upon them
Giving outward sign like fire
Making possible their speech
In different tongues
Large crowds gathered
Confusion reigned as each heard
The proclamations in their own tongue
Amazed and astounded they questioned
Their ability as Galileans to converse
In so many languages
Some scoffed saying they were drunk
On too much wine
Others converted
For they saw you in the words
Peter reminded them of the prophet Joel’s words
And spoke to them of what David said
Placing Israel on notice
To repent and be baptized in Christ’s name
Thus saving themselves
From this corrupt generation
Has your Pentecost arrived
Have you committed yourselves
To the Lord
Are you praising God
Enjoying his favor

2002, Sassy

Mother's Day Poetry
Click here to enjoy two beautiful
tributes to honor mothers

Nestled at My Neck

Baby nestled at my neck
Silky hair capping your head
Sweet, milky breath caressing my cheek
I am in awe as I watch you sleep
Ten tiny fingers, ten minute toes
Sparkly eyes, a button nose
Your gurgle and coo, music to the ear
I thank God, for sending you here
You laugh and squeal showing delight
Towards everything that comes to sight
Your little hand, pats my cheek
When it comes to you, I am so weak
Sweet baby, you make me laugh
At each new thing
That croses your path
I know now the words are true
Children open up new worlds for you

Sassy
April 2002

Easter 2002

Today, oh Lord, you conquer death
the grave
you leave behind
Your victory has strengthened
millions
throughout time
My humble thanks sounds feeble
compared to
what you've done for me
This offering seems
a pittance
to the one you gave on Calvary
The walk we took for
forty days
left me with food for thought
Oh Lord my heart is panting
your words
the love they brought
I did not comprehend
the magnitude
of your gift
Until you lovingly showed me
my sin
it's consequence your death did lift
My life will never be
the same
as it was before
The love you showed for
sinful me
has opened my secret's door

Sassy
March, 2002

Easter Reflections

For me He hangs upon the tree
my sins with him do go
I look upon His passion
how He loves me so
Two thousand years have
passed since then
The meaning is still the same
Jesus Christ died for me
taking with Him all my shame
The life I lead here and now
with obligations come
The days and months I
walk this earth
are numbered, every one
I can fill them living for the Lord
or living just for me
Either way, the day will come
when Christ asks of me
What do you contribute
to the life I gave
Do you fill the days with goodness
giving God your praise
Do you feed my children
Do you comfort the depressed
Do you work for peace and justice
striving to give your best
For you I die upon this tree
My blood washes your soul clean
Does the life you now return
reflect the gift I give
Can you tell me here and now
the sacrifices you live
Do you house the homeless
Do you hug them to your breast
Do you share with others
how in me they will find rest
Do you raise your voice
speaking loud and clear
Telling all who'll listen
about things I hold dear
As Holy Week I enter
these questions weigh
heavy on my mind
Would Christ see Himself reflected
in the way I use my time

Sassy
March 2002

WELCOME TO MY TABLE

Come my children
Come to my table
Come forward and get to know me

I have waited for this day since you were born
Come up to my table
Come and receive me for the first time
Feel the warmth of my love within you

Know that as you leave my table
I will be with you
I’m with you at play
I’m with you in school
I’m there when you're tucked in at night

Please children learn to talk often with me
I'll always listen
I always have time for you

Please children come often to my table
I’ve so much love to give you
And long to share it with you always

Eileen Lozowski
March, 2002

Valentine poem for all my friends

Happy Valentines Day to my friends so dear
I want to make one thing very clear
You have all touched my life in many ways
Brightened up many dull, gloomy days
If I want to laugh, celebrate, cry or pray
You are there for me night or day
Though your faces I do not know
Your beautiful spirits to me you show
For you my friends this Valentine Prayer
May God bless you and always be there
And keep you in his loving care
May God kiss you with His loving grace
That some day you may see His face
Happy Valentines Day to all!
Love & Prayers-

Tina Rivenbark
February, 2002

Walk with Me

Jesus
Let me walk with you
these forty days of Lent
Show me the path you walked to die
and hear the words you said
Give me the insight and the wisdom
it will take to understand
How you could stand
the loneliness felt in Gethsemane
When your closest three disciples
couldn't spend an hour in prayer with thee
Where did you get the courage
to withstand the taunts and blows
As you faced your false accusers
and heard the cock crow
Was the betrayal you felt
as sharp as a keen, honed knife
Did you wonder if the men you'd chosen
could withstand the coming strife
Walk with me these days of Lent
I want to understand
Where you found the fortitude
you needed to withstand
The pain and suffering of this world
God placed into your hands

Sassy
February, 2002

Forever Love

You touch me
With forever love
Your soul enmeshed
With mine
Without a word
I hear your voice
Calling me
Through time
I feel your eyes
Upon me
Even when
We're far apart
Your caress
Is tattooed
Deeply in
My heart
Your kindness
And compassion
Surround me
Every day
I see parts of you in
Our children
As they
Work and play
You've given me
The perfect gift
Without measure
You've bestowed
Forever love
Within me
Wrapping it
With your soul

Sassy
February, 2002

Heart With Wings

Sometimes when we love, it can hurt so much
That no matter how much we reach out to touch
The pain stays on our hearts
It seems to rip us apart
Then we look up and see heaven above
And we know that there is God’s love
To that we cling on to for hope
But it is hard to climb up that slope
To reach God and his joyous splendor
But we know we need His love so tender
To heal our broken wounded spirit
We must keep trying to get near it
So on our knees do we go
For our savior will always know
How to comfort us with the peace that we understand not
And the forgiveness that His dying has brought
The pain of this life here on Earth
May not seem to have much worth
But our Father sees us as a child, who needs to learn
Who sees us grow in strength, with each twist and turn
So we take the pain as it comes to our Father in His heavenly place
That we can find His hope, peace, comfort and his loving grace

Tina Rivenbark
February, 2002

Ode to Letting Go

The hardest thing in life to do
Letting go of things that were never
Mine to begin with like you
As I see the big picture for once.

For awhile you were entrusted to me
To guide and lead along the way,
To point to God so you would see
The place you'll wish to live someday.

Afraid, I'll flinch as wings you spread
On your own, there wasn't enough time for
Sharing everything inside my head
Or heart, to loose the knot, watch you soar.

The life-sustaining link long severed,
Will put out roots from which to feed,
Upon a new soil you'll soon endeavor.
No single obstacle could halt the need.

Your light through narrow passages
Of dark and jagged rocks and glass,
My breath I'll hold, forgotten messages,
Those things I'll pray to quickly pass,

Until you reach the place you seek
Safely, no bent or broken feather found,
God will give my simple tune, though meek
To His seraphim as they resound

Their melody will give me the strength
I'll need to let you go, to find your way
With confidence that in the final length,
In His loving heart you'll choose to stay.

Eileen Bax
February, 2002

Compromise From My Heart

They say that life is a compromise,
And to follow this rule would be very wise
When it comes to you, my dear son,
To compromise your needs will never be done
When you were young; about 3 or 4,
I used to open that compromising door
I compromised again and again,
Before I knew it you were 10
I began to grow weary from the fight,
I did not think I could bear another sleepless night
I watched you struggle with joy and pain
I needed to both sides to see if you had anything to gain
I need to tell you; and it breaks my heart,
Not once but twice I compromised until you fell apart
When I saw the pain overcome the joy,
The compromising rule didn't hold true for my sweet boy
So I will not go back to that IEP table,
And sit with educators, who say they are able
Educators know how to handle many things with loving care,
But when it comes to Autism, the knowledge often is not there
My vow to you is; I will never stop trying to make them understand
My only fear is when they do, you might be a man
So now I have to do for you what is best,
Take the less traveled road, and pray we will be blessed
My energy is being used for your education at home,
In the last 5 years I know you have grown
We will never give up the fight,
But we both sleep a lot better at night
You see life is a compromise,
But when I did it for your education it was not very wise
Now the compromise comes from my heart,
God's love guides me, and someone is there who knows when you fall apart
Tina
February, 2002

Oh That Smile

My dear son Greg, you have quite a smile
You had it since you were born, which has been a long while
That smile of yours you have learned how to use,
To win people hearts, and chase away the blues
You're charming, polite, tolerant style,
Tells me as you grow, you're learning to perfect your smile
You're strong, brave, and sensitive, just a bit,
But don't worry; the girls will just love it
By the time you're 16 I'll be chasing them away,
They'll see your charm, just as I do today
Please remember my sweet boy,
You don't have to be perfect to me joy
You do not always have to win,
But if you don't try, then to your fears you will give in
Let your bravery and God face your fears
And it is okay for boys to have tears
Always, to your own self be true,
And few sorrows will come to your eyes of blue
Dreams are important; they will keep that sparkle in your eyes,
And they can come true, if you're willing to try
Oh that smile will take you a long way,
Your heart is filled with wisdom, and that's more than okay
To my life you bring great joy,
You're a charming, polite, smiling god-loving boy

Tina
February, 2002

FOR ALL YOU DO
In honor of Teachers during Catholic Schools Week

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts,
In educating our children, your doing your part.
I know some days you get your fill,
But what a meaningful way to do God's will.
Without teachers, this world would not turn,
Who would make sure our children would learn.
So when you are tired and had a rough day,
Remember your appreciated in so many ways.
We thank God for all that you do,
I know He has a place in heaven, just for you!
Tina

I was feeling sad and blue,
When a friend came to me, so kind and true.
She reminded me that I am loved,
By our Savior up above.
She found His glory everywhere,
My gloomy heart she did repair.
I am so blessed that we have met,
No matter where I go, you I will never forget.
So thank you to my dear friend,
And may your blessing never end.
God gave me a gift of a freind so rare,
That I am so thankful, and happy that you care!
Love & Prayers-

Tina
January,2002

I Saw Your Glory

I saw your glory in the day
early after dawn
When the hues of pink and orange
filtered cross the lawn
I saw your glory in the day
as robins built their nests
When dead brown grass was woven
into a place of rest
I saw your glory in the day
as flowers took to bloom
When bright and glorious colors
washed out winter's gloom
I saw your glory in the day
as children's laughter rang
As arms were hugged about her
a Mother's heart sang
I saw your glory in the day
with every passing moment
When you live your life in Christ
God's glory is never dormant

Sassy
January, 2002

A Valentine's Poem for My Darling Husband

Long before we fell in love
God had plans to make us one
We've been through trials, pain and woe
Its helped the love between us grow
Our children come, grow and leave
Still to each other we cleave
Our life creates a melody
It soars or crashes like a symphony
Its not just one thing that you do
Its all the things that make you, you
I can't explain how it works
I don't have all the words
Or the know how to put them together
A feeling, a look, a knowing smile
A painted room or mended stair
A hint of your scent upon the air
The sound of your voice, a touch of you hand
All these things make you my man
I can't explain it and I won't try
I don't need to know the why
For me its enough to know it is
A gift from God that our love lives

Sassy
January, 2002

My Soul is Yearning

My soul is yearning for you, my Mother.
It is yearning to be with you,
You are not ready.
It is yearning for family,
You cannot give that to me.
Adoption, will satisfy my yearning for family.
Brothers and Sisters, to love and be loved by.
Parents, who take care of me and care for me.
This, will satisfy the yearning in my soul.
I love you, but I can't wait for you.
Let me go, for now.
I'll be there, later....when you are ready.

Amber, age 11

Lord, You Have Probed Me

Made in the image of God was the plan
These creatures with free will named woman and man
It began in the garden surrounded by plenty
No need was denied, not one, not any
Except for the fruit on one, lush, beautiful tree
Woman and man were totally free
God knew to the garden the serpent would come
Enticing the woman to pluck only one
Into the world came the deadly sin greed
Now woman and man had to labor for their needs
Greed became anger, sloth, and envy
Soon brothers turned into enemies
Woman and man lived in spite of themselves
Till the Savior came sacrificing himself
He walked upon earth till age thirty-three
When woman and man nailed him to the tree
His blood was shed to wash the world clean
Giving woman and man life eternally
Although many centuries have past
Salvation through the shedding of his blood continues to last
Lord, you have probed me, you know who I am
Continue to shape me for your plan
Teach me the things I will need
To be worthy of the blood you shed for me

Sassy
January, 2002

Epiphany

In the Heavens a special star
We three kings saw from afar
In the scrolls of long ago
Was the message of the Messiah's role
Our journey took days, weeks, and months
Bringing the King gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Gold to represent what is special,
Myrrh for sorrows and pain,
Frankincense to send prayer heavenward again
We came to honor the babe, God's own Son
For through Him we knew our fight would be won
Herod, the deceiver, would have us think
He too wanted to glorify the King
Our Lord sent an angel to set us straight
We returned home through a different gate
Our Lady and Joseph fled into the night
For an angel had told them to save Jesus' life
To Egypt they traveled making it their abode
Until an angel came saying it was safe to go home
Back to Nazareth they went
Raising Our Lord with wisdom from Heaven sent
So as it was in the long ago
Look to the heavens for the way you should go

Sassy
January 2002

Once upon a time
There was a little king,
And on his winter birthday
The angels came to sing.
They sang of peace on earth,
And blessings for all men;
The king was God's own son
Who would forgive us of our sin.
And every year we get
An invitation from the king,
To join the celebration,
And hear the angels sing.
So come let us adore him,
The savior of the earth.
Let us join our hearts together
In remembrance of his birth.
klh
December 2001

Catholic Mom Poetry Corner

Ripples of Time

Tangerine horizon, still waters glass,

A rock ripples the waters, of memories past.

Out reaching ripples, of memories blurred mists,

Looking for the yesterdays, of a young woman’s bliss.

As the misty memories, of a blurred horizon reach,

In the ripples search, for something they may teach.

The horizon is now bronze, and the mist seems to fade,

The waters start to calm, from the ripples those memories made.

Vanished is the horizon, when ashen comes to pass,

Freeze Frame
By Eileen Bax

Prepare the Way
by Sassy

Prayer For An Angel
By Tina Rivenbark

Thanksgiving
by Sassy

Catholic Mom Poetry Corner

Ripples of Time

Tangerine horizon, still waters glass,

A rock ripples the waters, of memories past.

Out reaching ripples, of memories blurred mists,

Looking for the yesterdays, of a young woman’s bliss.

As the misty memories, of a blurred horizon reach,

In the ripples search, for something they may teach.

The horizon is now bronze, and the mist seems to fade,

The waters start to calm, from the ripples those memories made.

Vanished is the horizon, when ashen comes to pass,

Freeze Frame By Eileen Bax

Prepare the Way by Sassy

Prayer For An Angel By Tina Rivenbark

Thanksgiving by Sassy

Freeze Frame
By Eileen Bax

Prepare the Way
by Sassy

Prayer For An Angel
By Tina Rivenbark

Thanksgiving
by Sassy