Today we sang this poem as a Hymn in church, I was touched by it, and though the poem is called a Christmas Poem, to me it is more of a New Years and Easter rebirth type of poem...
Sometimes we speak of turning a new leaf to mean changing our ways, repenting and beginning anew... but this poems points out that in some ways we need to let the OLD and the sinful nature we have experienced in the past not to merely be on some page in our past, but that we should let it utterly die and fade away, that we might not just begin a new page, but begin our personal story again, in a new book... To me this is refreshing becouse so many time people repent and yet wallow in the memories and pain of there past sins and mistakes. This poem says to let them die.
Now we all have a big list of things we wish we could change, and I am with you in that desire, but I feel we need to approach this in a new way instead of a huge list that overwhelms and keeps us from success. Let us instead write our list, then refine it with the categories of good better and best, and allow ourselves to prioritize first working on the Best or what is most important at the time, leaving the better and the ,merely good for later...
As for our future when we are given the option of so many things as we are now...
Choose the Good part...
In Luke Chapter ten (KJV):
¶ 38 Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
39 And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
40 But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her
therefore that she help me.
41 And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
42 But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
May our Heavenly Father Bless you as you begin life anew... with the new year...
God Bless you everyone,
M. Emmett Townsend
Ring out, wild bells -
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
She has come...
She has come...
She has come...
when we were not looking.
unwanted still,
she opens the door
the fear of generations past
this genealogy is sad
with fear because she is here
we go mad....
keeping silence we think to conquer
growing weaker all the same
hiding the pain
as if it is shame...
finally we realize the falsehoods
and that this life is not all there is
but if were going to make it in the end
we must pull together, again
she has come
with all her cruel reality
with such finality
the cancer has come....
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Dedicated to my Grandmother, my sisters, and all the women who fear the pain the indignity and the suffering...
Brave Ladies all...
and the families that have lived within the midst of that rain...
and the survivors of Breast Cancer...
The lost, found...
The lost, found...
Imagine a nightmare
The loss the fear the panic
Of your child being taken from you
The despondency
You would pray
Cray rant and rave
You will plead
Every moment of everyday
You will search
Running you will seek
Crawling you won’t give up
Collapsing you still try not to give in
Prayer turns to bargaining
Promises offerings
Dedications, trades
Sacrifices
Dedicated love
Taking another step
Morning, loss
Realization
Realization but never acceptance
Silent pleadings
Tears in the night
As time moves on
Sudden frantic phone calls
Screaming collapsing
Dreaming crying
Twilight unreal limbo
Unreality of light
Memory of hope
New fears, prayers
Screams, Mommy Daddy Mommy
Your nightmare ends
Your arms enfold
Your hands caress
The child you hold
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(Dedicated to all the families and all the workers who strive to save missing children,
to Amber Alerts and all who look for the lost...)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Who hugs you???
Who hugs you???
I am sitting here thinking
about all those that I know
with worries.
With my few friends,
even my small world,
there are such sorrows
it seems to never end...
There is such pain,
so many feel they haven’t got a friend,
but please remember now,
I am here thinking of you
and shedding these tears
Yes, I know I am just a man,
but I will do all I can
because I love you... too
But after the rain,
we shall all see the rainbow,
the promise of the Father
sent to us here to know,
he loves us,
yes he loves us... soooooo
More then we will ever know...
I am in turmoil
worried about each of you,
each day
not knowing what to do
to help you...
find your way...
Now I realize,
just a little bit,
of what he goes through
each moment,
what it must be like
for our dear Father...
He knows us each,
all our dreams
all our needs
and all of our weakness’
And still he loves
he loves each and every one
and always listens
to our prayers...
What must it be like
to care that much
and see so much more
then we can,
an know that the way out
for each of us
is plain to him,
yet we get lost
and we sin...
We need him....
But still after all,
even when we have done
what we should.
Is that enough,
after all the prayers,
and all the hymns,
the caring
and the services rendered to a friend,
it makes me wonder
who cares for him....
perfect though he is,
it is plain to see
he cares...
my dear friends,
in the end
the one who cares,
can be hurt,
and feel lonely too,
just as the Savior felt lonely
in that Garden
on the Cross...
after all the worship
Dear Heavenly Father
Who hugs you???
Dear,
Gracious
Loving
Heavenly Father
Will I do???
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What I am Given...
What I am Given...
Inspirations...
Thoughts that heal...
Emotions contained in verse that flow
The soothing balm of Gilead...
Are not mine...
But mine to share...
Verses contained in spirit speed
His spirit, to mine, to yours...
Stewardships...
We have been given...
Wealth, strength and comfort given
From God, to you, to the world...
Gems of great worth...
Illuminated in the light of giving...
Are rocks worth nothing
When hidden from light in selfishness...
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