A Therapeutic Relationship


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I step into a room filled with silence.
A glowing rock illuminates the space
Between two chairs facing each other.
A table lamp adds light in the place.

I sit and wait, holding my breath,
For someone to quietly enter,
Sit peacefully across from me,
And start this new adventure.

She greets me with a gentle smile
And sits in the opposite chair.
She leans forward and invites me
To relax and become aware:

Aware of my current surroundings
And attuned to all of my senses,
Conscious of my present thoughts,
And my emotional defenses.

We explore and discuss what is needed
To bring me back to my Self,
And what skills I need to learn
To improve my emotional health.

We agree to work together
Using honesty and respect
To regulate my emotions
And deal with feelings of neglect.

This room is no longer silent.
It's a refuge for me,
A place for my soul to grow,
And my spirit to fly free.


There Is Beauty In All Seasons.


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Rain is falling from the sky
And leaves are twirling nearby.
I kick the dead leaves in the street
And smile at everyone I meet.

The trees are dressed in orange and red,
Their leaves respendent overhead.
A cool breeze dances through the trees
Right before a good, hard freeze. 

Bonfires are burning in the night.
Children's faces reflect the light.
Autumn brings a lot of fun
After Summer's finally done.

Fall is such a special time.
Everything is in it's prime.
Each season is God's gift to us.
Fall leaves are simply glorious.

Using Your Gifts For Good.


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If you can play a violin,
Then make it weep and cry,
So mourners can freely grieve
When a loved one dies. 

If you can dance with pure grace
And move the human soul,
Use your gift to heal the heart
So others can feel whole.

If you can write and inspire
Lives to thrieve and grow,
Good will live after you,
Much more than you will know.

If you can paint a landscape
And bring beauty to this earth,
Use your skills and passion
To show others their worth.

If you can help the wounded
Come to terms with their past,
Use your great compassion
To show God's love can last.



The Power Of Prayer


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It took a long time for the rain to come.                                                              
The effects of the drought were burdensome.
Tree branches died from the lack of rain
Trees, not surviving, brought us pain.

We waited for months  for the rain to arrive.
We prayed to God: "Help the trees survive."
We heard thunder, and saw clouds overhead.
We knew God had heard the words we had said.

We laughed as the rain fell down on our face.
The sound of raindrops, we could not erase.
God brought us the rain because He cares,
And  He taught us about the power of prayer.


Wishes For Those In Need


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I wish I was a rainbow stretched across the sky.
I'd give hope to those who still need to cry.

I wish I was a sunbeam shining everywhere.
I'd give warmth and comfort when life seems hard to bear.

I wish I was a moonbeam glowing in the dark.
I'd show the way to safety while crossing the park.

I wish I was a cardinal sitting in a tree.
I'd sing songs of gladness for those in misery.

I wish I was a cool breeze on a sunny day.
I'd give relief to those at work and children at play.

If I could make a difference helping those in need,
Then they could feel God's love through every single deed.


Brother’s Ride Across The Sky.


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I'm sorry that your brother died.
I know you carry tears inside.
You called him " Brother" all your life.
Your sorrow cuts you like a knife.

He sheltered you from every harm
And had a certain kind of charm.
You saw his flaws but loved him so,
And it is hard to let him go.

I'm sure he's trying to impress
God with his own worthiness.
He worked hard to build a ranch
And acquired a cowboy stance.

Now it's time to say good-bye. 
He's ridden his horse across the sky.
He knows he'll see you again 
And talk with you of now and then.


The Obstacle Of Fear


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Love comes softly on angels' wings
And touches my shattered soul. 
I am broken beyond repair 
And grief has taken it's toll.

Where do I go when all is gone
And life has lost all meaning?
Is there a place to release my tears
And express the emotions I'm feeling?

The world can be such a lonely place
For a sensitive soul like mine.
How do you open yourself back up
To hurt and say, "I'm fine?"

The struggle to get up off the floor
Is strenuous year after year. 
How do I try to find hope again
When I have such terrible fear?


The Joys OF Fall


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There is a touch of Autumn
Lingering in the air.
The leaves are falling downward
And trees will soon be bare.
The grass is turning yellow
And birds are on the wing.
It won't be long until
We have forgotten Spring.

The harvest moon is coming
And long walks in the woods.
We'll build a roaring campfire
And put on our jacket hoods.

Cold cheeks in late October
And the making of S'Mores
Reminds us of the wonder
Of going out-of-doors.


The Memories We Keep.


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Take me down to the Valley of Thunder
Where the horses run free and wild.
My heart will soar with absolute joy
As it did when I was a child.                                                                   

They will lift their heads and smell the air
Like they did so long ago.
We'll ride on the backs of horses we love
And we'll race to the river below.

The earth will shake from the horses hooves,
And our hair will fly in the wind.
We'll feel the strength of their muscles beneath
And we'll ride 'til the journey's end.

The feeling of wind, ourselves, and the horse,
Stays magical in our minds.
The memories we hold dear within
Will last for a very long time.

The Simple Joys Of Life.


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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.