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A Mother’s Gift Of Resilience

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Two children came and sat outside
In the warm summer breezes.
They missed their Mother who had died.
Their hearts felt torn to pieces.

They wanted to honor the life she led,
For she loved her children dearly.
She would give a stranger a loaf of bread,
And she loved her God sincerely.

She would laugh and dance in the light of the moon,
And she sang like an angel from heaven.
She taught them to play an instrument
Although they were eight and eleven. 

Her children mastered the violin,
And she taught them right from the start:
"Music could touch the soul within
And soothe a grieving heart."

They went down to the creek that day, 
And they sat and drew their bows.
They smiled as the music became a dance
And they left their Mother a rose.

For she had given them a priceless skill
To deal with the losses ahead.
They came to love the music they made
And remembered the words she said..

-Yu/stan/kema-

Found on Facebook on 11-13-17,

sacred spirit.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The violinist (Shelbi) lynnA.

The Simple Joys Of Life.

21 Tuesday Jun 2022

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I love to grow tomatoes                                                                                                                                    
In the summer time.
The taste of the ripe fruit
Is best in its prime.
They have delicious flavor
As they ripen on the vine.
I'll eat a few for supper
With dandelion wine.
I can buy them at the store,
But the taste is not the same
As when they're eatten in the field
And have a famous name.
"Beefsteak " is my favorite
And so is "Better Boy."
It's the simple things in life
That bring us so much joy.
 -Yu/stan/kema-

Giving Gifts With The Fairies.

10 Monday Jan 2022

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Found on Pinterest on 9-21-16. Saved from peacefulafricandaisues.blogspot.com.




A dark-haired child
went down to the bank
of a clear-running stream
to play a small prank.

She knew that the fairies
came down there to play 
and she heard them giggle 
the day away.





She watched as they left 
a jug full of rum
and left-over food.
She started to hum.





She ate what was left
of the fairies lunch.
She cut them some flowers
and left them a bunch.

Then she hid in a tree
til the twilight faded
and took a long nap
while she patiently waited.





When the moon came out
and lit up the ground,
the fairies came back
and they gathered round.

They danced and they sang
and they chanted her name:
"Little girl, come out.
There's no need for shame." 

"Sing with us, child,
and dance here with me."
"Your feet will fly,
and soon you'll be free."

So she danced with them,                                                                                        
and sat for a while.
They begged her to sing
as she gave them a smile.                                                        

She started to sing                                                  
with a voice pure and clear.
The more she sang,
the angels drew near.                                      

They asked her to play                                                          
an old violin.
She took it and placed it
under her chin.

She drew the bow back, 
and the violin cried.
She played and it laughed,
and she made it sigh.

All who heard it
felt reconciled
towards God, who said:
"Well-done, My child."
-Yu/stan/kema-





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Surviving Autumn
										

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There is a touch of Autumn in the air.                                    14440943_332498027098579_1325251715465713705_n-fbtl


Birds are busy flying every where.


Autumn has arrived a month late.


And birds have to act, not hesitate.


They search for shelter from the cold wind,


A place, they sense, is easy to defend.


Birds are just trying to survive.


They want to keep their loved one’s alive.


Still, they find the time to soar the sky


And wave their wings to God as they fly by.                                                       Facebook photo- Oct. 2016.


 


The strong wind of Autumn strikes my door


And urges me to bundle up for more.


I choose to stock my shelves to over-flowing,


So i can eat well when the snow starts blowing.


My faithful dog keeps me company,


And when I walk her, she protects me.


I read and write to fill my hungry mind.


Still, I miss the touch of human kind.


By loving God and others, I’m made whole,


For I am feeding my lonely soul.


-Yu/stan/kema-





					


	





	

								
The Gift Of Jesus Christ
										

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Found on Pinterest on 1-1-21.A Savior is born. Noahfineart.com Noah Elias.


   A little baby was born on earth


    On a holy night long ago.


    He was born in a manger on top of the hay,


     Because God loved us so.


 


   He worked with His hands as a carpenter,


   Yet He spoke in the Holy Temple.


   Christ walked around from town to town,


   And the message He gave was simple:


 


“Love My Father with all your heart                       


Innocence by lds-artist-David Bowman. Found on Pinterest on 3-3-15.


And choose to accept me as Savior.


Love your neighbor as yourself,


And stop your sinful behavior.”


 


“Feed the hungry and give to the poor.


Give away your worldly possessions.


Freely repent of the sins you commit,


And I will hear your confessions.”


 


“Believe in my teachings and receive


The gifts of the Holy Spirit,


For love and peace is the message I bring,


And I ask that your actions reflect it.”


 


A baby was born in Bethlehem,


So we could be absolved of sin.


We were given the gift of eternal life


And the hope of heaven within.


 -Yu/stan/kema-


 


 


 










					


	





	

								
The Gift Of Memory At Christmas And The New Year.
										

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Found on Pinterest on December 10, 2015. Dave Bowman.



At times, like these, when we are going through so many difficult challenges, it can seem like the world is a lonely place when you are isolated from the people and the things that have always been so much of a part of the holidays. Many of us were unable to fly and see important people, those family members and friends who are so dear to our hearts. Some of us, because of health problems, were unable to make it to our places of worship.


Even though modern technology has made it possible to attend church on the internet, or our tv’s, not all of us do so. We each have choices we can make regarding how we get through this Christmas season.


Pinterest on the internet has wonderful pictures of Jesus and His birth. Most of us have holiday DVD’s we can play, Christmas carols we can listen to, Christmas books we can read. But most of us also have a gift we can tap into that can make our lives more enjoyable, and that can leave a warm fire burning in our hearts. We have the gift of being able to remember past Christmases. We have been given the ability to store experiences in our brains. The older you become, the memories become more vivid and real.


I can remember, as if it were yesterday, going to candlelight services on Christmas Eve with my husband and son. We stood in a room full of soft light from the candles, lighting up the faces of people around us, and celebrated the birth of Jesus while singing songs that drew us together as one. 


The next day, I heard my young son get up, and I laughed as I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running to the living room. The excitement in his voice was infectious as he called for us to join him. The manger was lit up that he and I had put together. He ran and got a gift and brought it to me to open, and together we placed a new piece of the manger scene where Christ slept. I can still hear his chatter as he opened his gifts in front of the Christmas tree we had all decorated. Later, he stood on a little stool as he helped me make Christmas dinner. That evening, we baked cookies and smacked our lips as we ate them. I remember so many wonderful memories.


This Christmas, we could not see each other, but we both cooked Christmas dinners. We shared over the phone what we had made. He baked for the holidays, and I am about to bake toll house cookies today like I did years ago. We  connected the past and the present and found some Christmas joy. I am grateful to God that I have the gift of memory.                                                                                                       


Found on Pinterest on 12-6-15. Capturing Joy by Kristen Duke Photography.


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A Citizen’s Responsibility.
										

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Will there be anyone


Who will stand and fight




To save this great Country





And do what is right?                                                                                                                            





Will there be anybody





To stop all the lies





And keep hatred from growing





In front of our eyes.





Will men who are silent





Step forward and do





The things to unite us





And protect what is true?                                                                     





It is time to lay down





The rancor and fear,





Stop all of the blaming,





And gather us near.





It is time to accept





What is real and what’s fair





Before we destroy





What we cannot repair.





 -Yu/stan/kema-




Found on Pinterest on 7-2-16. Peter Marshall.
					


	





	

								
Never Give Up.
										

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Never give up on being hopeful,  


 For the soul needs hope to survive. 


It’s what keeps you ever moving 


When you are treading to stay alive.             


Pinterest photo 3-21-16.
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Never give up on loving another,


Even when love is not returned.


Love takes time to enter the heart


Of a life that’s been horribly ruined.


Never give up believing in God,


When He seems so far away.


It’s when you need Him the most,


You must take time to pray.


Never give up  on finding peace.                                             


You’ll find it waiting inside.


It comes when you reach acceptance


Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.


And let go of your foolish pride.


The things of this world distract us 


From reaching our highest goals.


We’ll find in silence and nature


A way to nurture our souls.


                        


When a soul is nurtured and peaceful,


It is filled with an endless love;


And it seeks to connect those in need


With a merciful God above.


-Yu/stan/kema-

					


	





	

								
The World Is Full Of Sorrow.
										

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Deep sadness moves inside me               


Found on Pinterest on 6-4-16. Sarah.


for the world is full of sorrow.


Inside me is uncertainty


about a good tomorrow.


 


I hear the cries of children


filled with hunger and pain


as they stay in cages 


in a world gone insane.


 


There is so much sickness


and people are dying.


Our leaders shut their eyes


and keep on denying.


 


The Government engages in


out-right discrimination,


People wanting equal rights


protest and have frustration.


Found on Pinterest on 2-9-16. Helping hands.


 


Many have lost their jobs


and need a helping hand. 


Don’t shame them as they ask. 


Just try and understand.               


       


Rise up men of courage


and work to make this right.


Help those who are hungry.


Remove a burden tonight. 


 


To make a better world,


we must act to make it so.


Do constant acts of kindness


before the cold winds blow.


 


United we can conquer


the sadness and despair


of a world that is hurting


by showing that we care.


-Yu/stan/kema-


 

					


	





	

								
Grieve For The Dead, The Dying, And Those Who Survive The Battlefields.
										

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Do not forget, not yet,


The dead, and the dying,


And the medical heroes who worked


To save those who were trying                               


Facebook Timeline. Jan.5,2017.


 


To take a deep breath and


Fought hard to still survive


The horrors of the pandemic.


They wanted to stay alive.


 


They had to deal with the pain


Of isolation and never knowing


If they would see loved ones again


Or watch deep rivers flowing.


 


Doctors and nurses stood near,


Aware that death hovered over them.


They said prayers for the dying


As tired eyes grew dim.


Found on Pinterest on 7-2-16. Peter Marshall


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


Many old soldiers left loved ones,                               


As they crossed oceans to fight    


With comrades on distant battlefields.


They, too, saw the dying of the soul’s light. 


 


Wars are fought on many battlefronts. 


Heroes rise and often pay a price


So others can survive. Sometimes,


They make the ultimate sacrifice.


-Yu/stan/kema-


” This poem is written in honor of those who have fought in wars overseas, those fighting to save lives in the COVID-19 Pandemic in the year 2020, and those who have died.”