Sometimes you can find inspiration, encouragment, reassurance and more in just a few lines printed on a page. These writings come in all shapes and forms but my (Diana) personal favorite is poetry. I have loved poetry ever since I can remember. I began writing at a young age and will sometimes pick up a pen but I have actually found that my hand hurts from writing now! After working on a computer all day, what a futile task writing seems to be... ah, the age of technology has ruined me! :o) So, as I run across some of my favorites (buried in boxes, on the bottom of closets and full of dust) I will begin to post them here. I hope you enjoy them as I do and have. Possibly you will find some of my own poetry here if I feel "froggy" :o) Enjoy the reading ....
Dare to be happy - don't shy away,
Reach out and capture the joy of today!
Life is for living! Give it a try;
Open your heart to that sun in the sky
Dare to be loving, and trusting and true;
Treasure the hours with those dear to you.
Dare to be kind - it's more fun than you know;
Give joy to others, and watch your own grow.
Dare to admit all your blessings, and then
Every day count them all over again.
Dare to be happy, don't be afraid -
This is the day which the Lord hath made!
by Helen Lowrie Marshall
Too Soon You'll Be A Man
A ball, a kite, some skates,
A truck that's all your own -
Today you're just a child,
Tomorrow you'll be grown.
An ax, a tent, a dog,
A campfire by a stream
A trail through pathless wood -
Boys have such wondrous dreams.
A dream of playing ball -
Winning the victor's cup
A dream of far off things,
But little boys grow up.
With sunshine in your hair,
Our gaze is fixed on you;
Too soon you'll be a man.
These precious days are few.
by Perry Tanksley
| This next poem is dedicated to my mother and step father. My step father has been a "big rig" trucker for many, many years and about five years ago he and my mother met. They got married and lived here in town for three or so years before my step father starting driving a truck again. I guess the lonliness accompanied by never ending worry got to my mother and she decided to join him "on the road" - who would ever imagine their mother becoming a truck driver!? Certainly not me! But she seems to love it and I am happy for her. She loves to travel and travel she does! So, now on to the poem (I love you mom!) |
Truckdriver
"What do you do for Christ each day?"
A faithful Christian said.
And I replied, "I drive a truck
And fill the stores with bread."
He said, "I know of your bread route
But that is not the thing.
I mean what do you do each day
For Jesus Christ the King?"
I said, "But I believe a man
Can work in such a way,
That selling breat is work for Christ -
A sacrament each day."
Once more the man inquired, "But, sir,
If this is not unfair,
What do you do for Christ each day,
Like witnessing and prayer?"
I said, "Work is my best witness,
And selling bread to them
Is like a prayer in Jesus' name.
I drive this truck for Him!
by Perry Tanksley
Patience
"Things have a way of working out,"
My father used to say,
"Don't force the issue. Do your best
And work an wait and pray."
How many times those words return
When life's a tangled thread -
"Just do your best today, and leave
to God the days ahead."
Somewhere a master planner works,
Though how we may not know,
But in due time things will work out -
The years have proved it so.
Helen Lowrie Marshall
I met a stranger in the night
Whose lamp had ceased to shine;
I pauses and let him light
His lamp from mine.
A great wind sprang up later on
And shook the world about;
And when the wind was gone
My lamp was out
But back to me the stranger came;
His lamp still bright and fine!
He held the lovely flame
And lighted mine!
By; Long Woodrum
