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Everywhere
Patty, you left me
But that’s all right,
I only miss you
All day and all night.
I’m doing ok most of the time,
And I’m
adjusting to living alone.
I’m doing
my own cooking and washing,
And I’m
also answering the phone.
The
checkbook seems to be going along,
And I’ve
paid all the bills and such.
I only
miss hearing your voice,
And
seeing you and feeling your touch.
I look
around me at ball games and church,
But I
know that you won’t be there.
The only
place that I go and miss you,
Is a
place called everywhere.
©Bob Hefner 8-22-04
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(Patty passed away this past
year
and will be remembered always as she was
the one who sent Bob's beautiful poems to the
Poet's Desk. She was loved so much by
those that had the opportunity
to know her, especially through the Poet's
Desk.)
Mirror Inside
There's more then just the skies
The boundry of my eyes
I can't see You, but I know You're alive
There is hope with Your reflection mirrored
inside
I feel a gentle breeze
You put my world at ease
I look deeper, envisioning scenes
You're my sight
My reflection mirrored inside
There are times I close my eyes
but I cannot forsake you Lord
For You have given everything, You gave Your
life
And I cannot replace the love you entrust in
me
You are the sunrise Lord, You are my mirror
inside
Thunder clouds may come my way now
but they pass away into time
I turn around and I see You here
You're the reflection in my mirror
You are the sunshine
You bring me comfort inside
You reflect all the love in my eyes
You alone are the mirror, my mirror inside
©Paul Gentry
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http://azsongs.com/midi/mirrorinside.mid
(the
music file)
Praying To God
Prayer is connecting yourself to God,
You must open your heart and let God in,
There is no handle outside you see,
You must open your heart to Him from within.
Prayer makes a difference, so pray all the time,
Whatever you are doing keep focused on God,
God always will help you in all you do,
But you must stay connected to Him from earth's
sod.
A sin is not obeying God's commandments,
In prayer confess your sins to Him you see,
He will forgive you after you ask for
forgiveness,
He is a loving God for an eternity.
You can petition God always for some help,
He's always ready to hear your prayers,
Praying is powerful, prayer is good,
Pray to God, He loves you and He cares.
©Anne R.C. Neale
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Storms of life
I awake in the middle of the night,
fear overcomes me, I'm alone.
My mind races with troubles I
have no where to run in the dark night.
I get out of bed , get on my knees,
I start to pray, Dear God come into my heart,
my home, take away the fear,
that has overcome me.
I wait, I listen for his answer,
His voice whispers the storm is over.
My heart begins to fill with peace.
I pray father thank you for loving me.
Thank you for the storms in my life
because I know that is when you are
nearer to me. That is when I need you
the most dear Father.
©Vickie Howard
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One
The voice was soft and understood
No mistaking was meant was said
Troubling words heard before
The voice brought hope instead
Speak softly now O Lord I pray
For on whom shall I call
Today I stand in need of you
To be my all in all
These things I can't do myself
Though try and try again
This body now that traps my soul
Has burdened it with sin
Voice of God bring right words
Ones my heart can hear
Let Your Spirit flow inside
As my soul draws near
My soul will proudly sing again
Of things Your Word has done
That works by Grace in my heart
Until You and I are one
©Ronnie Leviner 2004
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Autumn Is Here
Soft spoken shadows
crouch
hushed, as
Sun dappled patterns on the pavement
weakly filtered
through misty haze,
lie scattered there.
Summer’s picnic is
over;
leaves litter the grounds
once verdantly green,
now yellowed and
bronzed
like carelessly tossed wrappers
of carefree revelers,
the
confetti and streamers of Summer’s parade
in the gutter now
forgotten.
Like the pre election politician’s hollow ring
Spring’s
sweet promise
lies in ash piles now
as
pungent acrid smoke signals tell
us…
Autumn is here.
©Karen A. Lech
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Poor Jack
Many, many years ago
When I was just a lad,
My mother from her sickbed called,
Her voice was sweet, but sad.
Respect your father, darling boy,
And treat him very well,
But keep him off the demon drink
Or He'll surely go to Hell,
Look after both your sisters too
And see they never lack
For clothing, shelter, warmth and food,
You'll do this for me Jack?
Oh, and don't forget your uncles three,
There is no sense about them,
But at least they are your family,
And you cannot do without them
And then there is your Grandma Jane
She's getting old and frail,
She needs her broth---Why Jack,
you've gone
quite pale!
Oh mother mine' I trembling cried,
This is all too much for me
These tasks need not one small boy,
But adults - and two or three!
Remember this my mother dear
In years I am but seven,
So you can stay down here on earth,
'Tis I will go to Heaven!
©Brian J. Pearce
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Reflections of Love
I glance at the past, then to the future to see
all of love’s reflections have been of you in me
Reflections of love mirrored in the sea
in the oceans lullaby for an eternity
Gentle the breezes of memories past
the kisses of yesterday that sweetly caress
Reflections of love echoed in a song
my heart always knew together we belonged
Tender the melodies sweet touches to my soul
just as beautifully played now as in days of old
Reflections of love in the velvet blue sky
lifting my spirits with each kiss and each sigh
You are my shining star shimmering so bright
safe and warm as kindred spirits in the night
This haven of dreams held tenderly in love
whispering my thank you to God up above
©jane kelley
7/17/04
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