An Angel's Visit

I race across your dreams at night

On wings that take a magical flight

And comfort to the weary soul

Is the job and angels' goal

Fret not dear one as the sun goes down

For I will always be around

And when lifes' brung a stress-filled day

I'm here to dash your cares away

As whispers dry your teary eyes

I'll wing back t'ward the Heavens' skies

And take your pain into my chest

And leave you with a night of rest.

Written by "Heart"

May 18, 2003

October Is My Birthday!

October is my birthday

A grand and glorious month

October winds are calling

And lovely leaves are falling!

Pumpkins need a carving

Candy apples keep me starving

Popcorn balls are yummy

Oh be still my tummy!

October is my birthday

Wouldn't want it another way

As I turn a new year older

The wind is blowing colder

But warm inside on my special day

I shout and laught and wait for May!

October is my birthday

Wouldn't want it any other way

I love this beautiful season

And my birthday is the reason!

Written by "Heart"

10-06-03

God is keeping the night watch for you and me

Bright stars are watching the world as it sleeps
Sheperds watch over their little white sheep
The lighthouse is shining for the ships far at sea
As God keeps the lighthouse for you and for me

So sleep, sleep in peace and rest
Don't be afraid of the darkness
All's well over the land and the sea
God's keeping a night watch for you and for me

God's keeping a night watch for you and for me

So sleep, sleep in peace and rest
Don't be afraid of the darkness
All's well over the land and the sea
God's keeping a night watch for you and for me

by Jim Reeves

How I Feel

I feel alone in a very big universe.

My son has flown to the Chicago area.

He is attending Navy Boot Camp.

I miss him.

Sisters

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her Glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. 'Don't forget your Sisters,' she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. 'They'll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them.' 'Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends, your daughters, and all your other women relatives too. 'You'll need other women. Women always do.' What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!' But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I've learned: THIS SAYS IT ALL: Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favors. Careers end. BUT......... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are betw een you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out. Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life! The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I. When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on to all the women who help make your life meaningful. I just did. Short and very sweet: There are more than twenty angels in this world. Ten are peacefully sleeping on clouds. Nine are playing. And one is reading her email at this moment. AUTHOR UNKOWN

Dandilion!

Amid the flowing waves of color
Of daffodil and tulip fair
To the Iris on the breeze
To any flower that you please

I shall not wonder how it is
Or imagine if I will
That among the fairest I'd be spyin'
A yellow dandilion!

But there is was with glory grand
Bathed in grasses green
So tiny yet as bright as day
Nothing more pretty to come my way

I shall not wonder how it is
Or imagine if I will
That on beds of yellow I'd be lyin'
Of gentle dandilion


written by
Heart

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

How To Spend A Lifetime

How do you spend a lifetime?
Do you carry it in your purse?
Is it moving by so quickly
That you want to put it in reverse?

Are you sailing through your twenties
And sliding past with style?
Or are you living for the moment
For what seems the most worth while?

Have you conquered your thirties
While working very hard?
Or are you chasing impossible rainbows
With lifes' complete disregard?

Now you're in your fourties
Where did the past years go?
You're wondering what is happening
Why gray hairs begin to grow?

And when you reach your fifties
Have you learned to do what's right?
Or are you ceasing every moment
To cuss and fuss and fight?

I would rather spend my lifetime
Being who I am right now
And being kind to others
And wish they'd do the same somehow

But dreaming is part of living
And while I dream big dreams
There are those who would rather hurt me
And tear things apart it seems

To those who sailed past twenty
And took thirty by a storm
At fourty were you wishing
That at fifty to do such harm?

I'll never understand you
And your behind the scenes unkind
Will you ever really really know
Or are you really all that blind?

To live a life of malice
Is not the life for me
But apparently you like it
For it's what you seem to be

I hope some day you grow up
But like love, hate is also blind
I'll take my life troubles and all and more
Because I know how to spend a lifetime!

Written by
Heart
10/13/07

...and dedicated to every hateful

person that I ever met, especially three

in particular at Air Supply concerts!

In Memory of My Best Friend

My friend, Sue (on the right) passed away yesterday, March 19, 2008. I will miss her forever. She was only 52. She would have celebrated her 53rd birthday on April 18th.

The Bitter Pill

The Bitter Pill


I lay awake in bed last night not sleeping
just thinking of you

The silence that fills the space that we once shared
is like the rage of a thousand tornados barreling through

I don't know when the tears will end
or I'll feel relief from the pain in my heart

Or how I'll ever understand the mystery of
when one's soul departs

It is such a bitter pill that we must swallow
when a loved one passes away

We reach for answers and look to the sky
and then fall on our knees and pray

"Oh Beloved God in Heaven high, your mercy
flood through me

Please let me know that my friend's with you
and Your Glory she may see."

The silence that fills the space we once shared
is like a vast dark cavern deep

And the sound of a thousand raging tornados are keeping me from my sleep

Death came as a bitter pill of sorrow that engulfed me
in it's pain

But my faith tells me, despite it all, that I will see her
again

Written by Heart

3/20/2008

Thoughts

You are in my thoughts today

So let your cares just drift away

Let them float upon the breeze

Let them float to where they please

Just let them go and let them fly

Send them with a fond good-bye

For were we to live a life of ease

We'd do and say and be as we please

It's when our feelings feel so low

That we will learn and we will grow

And then to have a better day

To let our troubles float away

Written by

Heart

4/05/05

All Rights Reserved

Losing Love

Midnite kisses on a quiet beach

A love that feels so out of reach
Walking alone I dream of you
That is all I want to do

Kicking sand between my toes
Trying to wish away my whoes
Counting stars that sparkle high
Will wait for dawn to say good-bye

Fainting memory on my mind
Of a love that's left behind
You walked away and said good-bye
Told me I should not ask why

On to new dreams I must go
Underneath this moonlite glow
But one more thing that I will do
A kiss good-bye and an I love you


Written by
"Heart"
8/16/04

Look to Tomorrow

I thought about my yesterdays today

Of all the things I did and said

The kind of life my soul has led

And thinking gave way to sorrow

For the many roads I've travelled

Perhaps I shouldn't have

To fill my soul with worry now

Over past things and history

Is not the place I want to be

I cannot change the yesterdays

I can only live for now

And try to make it better if I can somehow

Life is short we know this

Tomorrows are yet unlived

It's now I am remembered for the love I give

So today I set my soul free

And feel the wind upon my face

To live today as I should, with dignity and grace

For in the end what matters

Are those things that are not lost

What price is love that's given without any cost

And to those souls that come my way

I'll speak to as a good friend

For that is all that matters when we reach the end

Looking to tomorrow

I'll feel the wind upon my face

I will live my life from now with dignity and grace

written by Heart

November 19, 2004

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

One person CAN make a difference!

This isn't a poem, but it is a true story. Yesterday when I went to work I opened my cash drawer and took it to a side counter to count it in. When I went to the side counter I found a ladies wallet laying there. One of my front end managers was nearby so I told her I was going to look in the wallet. All that was in the wallet was some id and photos and receipts, but I discovered that the wallet belonged to a coworker. I called personel and the personel manager called the Associate to let her know that her wallet was there. The Associate called me and in a frantic asked me if her money was still in the wallet. I looked very carefully but had to tell her no, there was no money. She was crying terribly because she had just cashed her check. Her wallet was in her coat jacket and hanging in the break room at work, meaning that someone working with us stole from her. She was crying so bad I told her, now don't you worry, I'll take up a collection and get your money for you. I don't know if she believed me or not, but taking up a collection is exactly what I did. When I went to break I had already collected over $80.00. As it so happened the Associate came to the store while I was on break and was with one of our loss prevention Associates when she came by the break room. I saw her and called to her. She came in, and I handed her the money, and then told her I would collect the rest before the day was over. She was crying profusely and hugged me so hard, I wanted to cry too. I really had to bite my lip. After my break, I took my baggie and went the long way back to the part of the store where I work, collecting money from the Associates as I went. Word spread quickly and people came up to me giving me money for our Associate. Within the next half hour my coworkers came through and I had collected her paycheck back for her. I am so proud of the people I work with....and it was truly humbling and heartfelt to be able to give my coworker the money that was taken from her. She was so greatful and could not believe how much everyone cared about her. She is a mother of four children and there is no way that I could not step up to the plate and help her. It was the right thing to do. One person CAN make a difference, no matter how great or how small. If you think you can't contribute to the world, then it's because you haven't tried. I am ill. I have an incurable disease and I'm in alot of pain. It's difficult for me to work. I'm not going to die from this disease as it is not a fatal disease, but none the less it causes me difficulty. But if someone like me with my own problems can make a difference in this world, then there is no excuse....so can you!

Thoughts on Jesus

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Who'd know we'd expect

so much of this Child?

-

Is Christmas just Santa

with reindeer so merry?

Or a message of peace

that this Baby would carry?

-

Every day in our world

reels the sound of a bomb

Why have we drifted

from His Glorious Calm?

-

Is it easier to kill, to rob, and destroy,

than to follow His will,

and bask in His joy?

-

Has He given us Christmas

a time to renew

and be kind to others

as He told us to do?

-

Or is Christmas just presents, and

"What did I get?"

or the story of Jesus

ignored until yet?

-

He gives us free choice

and paid the great price

Yet many deny Him

and never think twice.

-

It's to easy to lie, to steal and destroy

After all it's absured

to follow a Boy!

-

Yet by twilight they gathered

huddled and cold

to see the great Jesus

and the future be told

-

For there in the stable we were given a choice

to follow the world

or heed His small voice

-

When Christmas is over

will you go back to your ways

or read in the Bible

and give Him your praise?

-

Our world and our country

and even our home

is the best place for Jesus to come

-

Lets live for the Infant

so tender and mild

Just look what He gave

and He's only a Child!

-

Written in December 1988 just after the Americans in Beruit, Lebanon were bombed and many of our brave Armed Forces lost their lives. It was nearly Christmas and I remember the entire country was in mourning. May we NEVER forget!

-

written by

Heart

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

God Bless Our Troops!

Feeling Abused

Sadness is my heart

Life torn apart

Battered from birth

No self worth

Hope non-exsistent

Death not to distant

Never felt love

Not even from above

Always alone

Love never shown

I long to be free

From all that hurts me

But there exsists no place

Where hurt is erased

No hollow or glen

No corner or den

Pain tramples my soul

Leaves me less than whole

Ruins my heart

I'm left torn apart

A soul that is dead has nothing to give

A soul that is dead can no longer live

My humanity is destined to be destroyed

My humanity is destined to be destroyed.

-

Written by Heart

December 19, 1992

All Rights Reserved

Winter's Calling

A chill brisks

the wind-blown trees

as snapping,

crackling leaves

cling, in momentary defiance...

falling,

blowing,

at last give way

to approaching winter's calling!

-

Nestled under

comforter's of thread

as I listen to

this majestic silence,

my mind and heart

drift as the wind

to winter's calling!

-

Snow laden clouds

that seem to clutch the earth

in readiness

to present their bounty

of splendor

as wind's crispness

commands them

"Bring forth!

Winter's calling!"

-

I marvel at the seasons' changing

ever onward...

never pausing...

never refrain...

this is the harvest of

God's matchless bounty

Winter's calling!

-

Written by

Heart

November 11th, 1990

All Rights Reserved

My Thoughts On The Written Word...

Human beings are the most unique of all creatures inhabiting the planet. They posses the ability to see, hear, touch, and feel the world around them. In a society such as found in the United States, humans are actively pursuing careers and caring for their children and families. Many times there is little time left over for the senses; time to stop and 'smell' the roses, time to 'hear' the wind as it rushes through the Autumn leaves, time to 'touch' a good book, or a glass of wine, or another human being. Time to 'feel' what's really going on on the inside. All senses seem to be lost during the comotion of living. Yet, from the beginning when man first walked the earth, he was curious about the world around him and sensed the importance of self expression. Many cave drawings, petroglyhhs, and etchings on the walls of the pyramids are evidence of the ancestral link that we share today when we create. Whether on canvas, bronze, or penned, the artist masters his craft for the enjoyment that his creation brings to self and others. From the first rock held in a human hand to pound out a word, to the computer age that we live in today, man is on a ceaseless journey to create.

Webster's Dictionary describes Poetry as; the art of writing stories, poems and thoughts into verse. A poem is a composition in verse with a language selected for its beauty and sound. There is no schematic about the process of creating a poem. Styles can vary greatly from one poet to the next. the realm of exploration through words is endless. A poem can rhyme with an even flow, or it can be void of rhyme at all, yet still be as equally profound. The poet is an artist who uses language to delight the heart or break it. A poem can relate the harsh truths of life and cover matters such as aids, war, and loneliness. A poem can also be uplifiting and speak of love, hope, and happiness. Normal methods of grammar become taboo as the poet works his craft. Like a fine artist or sculptor, the poet crafts his work with feeling and wonder. He acquires an intimate empathy with what is going on in the poem. If the poet is feeling sadness, those thoughts will prevail in his writings. If the poet is feeling happy, the writings will be uplifting, and so on.

Until the 20th Century, women, although recognized to a greater degree in other creative arts, were still relegated to second place in the field of literature. While there was no end to the number of poets among American women, only the work of a few has survived. One of the most predominant female poets of the 1890's was Emily Dickinson. Ms. Dickinson was considered a momumential genius of her day, because she broke with the tradition of her day and paved the way for modern verse. Although her works remained unrecognized until four years after her death in 1886. Ms. Dickinson clearly brought about the revolution that resulted in modern American poetry.

Sexism played a role in the early history of poetry as well. Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a famous poem called 'Renascence' which was first published in 1912. Prominent male poets of the day, Witter Brynner and Arthur Davidson, both refused to believe the biographical note because of Ms. Millay's sex and age. They went on to state that "No sweet young thing of twenty could have written a poem with depth and vision of Renascence." They further added,"Ms. Millay is reported to have responded to Mr. Brynner and Mr. Davidson with a letter which stated she, 'simply would not be male!"

In the era which followed WWII and the Korean Conflict, women began to demand equal consideration and recognition in poetry as well in all other areas of human endeavor. The women's liberation movement, the fight for civil rights, and the emergence of black women eager to join the forces with other woman and fight for recognition as poets regardless of sex, spawned a new era in the evolution of modern poetry.

Famous male poet C.S. Lewis published his first poem in 1913, "Quam Bene Saturno," at the age of thirteen. He never tired of the classical poets, and throughout his life wrote poems using pagan deities as spiritual symbols. He also wrote many poems which contained 'thoughtful wishing' as opposed to wishful thinking. He continued to write short lyrics all his life. Mr. Lewis was blessed with a phenomenal memory to remember nearly everything that he read, except for his own writings. Many times when h is very poems were quoted to him, he would ask who the author was.

Poetry has two forms; formal and informal. Most formal poems adhere to conventional rules of thought and flow. The subject matter can vary from romance, reflection, and subjects which stir the mind. Formal poetry is that which is published in books and magazines. Informal poetry is a different form of expression altogether. A good example of informal poetry is cowboy poetry, also known as folk poetry. Although both formal and informal poetry share the same literary aim; the poet is always in search of the best language, the most perfect language for the subject matter and for personal poetic intent. Informal poetry takes a more relaxed approach to expression. Cowboy poetry uses language which reflects light and smell and open places, hard times and soft evenings; a language coded with insider's words, special phrases, and meanings, as well as shared values. The oral tradition of recited poetry has sustained itself almost exclusively in ranching communities. Poems are sometimes published in weeklies and rural intrest magazines, but are mostly created and passed around the campfire, in the bunk house, and on horseback.

For all intents abd purposesthere is a great freedom of expression for the poet. The poet has the ablility to move the heart to a kinder state, or to enrage the mind into a flurry of thouhts. A poem can make you wonder or wander to a place you've never been. it can capture your heart in such a way that the reader will never be the same. A famous saying reads that there is a 'rhyme and reason' to all things. Perhaps the reason for rhymes is to make sense of the senseless and bring purpose to the reason for living. What lies beyond the stone age and age of computers can only be more poems, more poems, and more poems!

Written by

Heart

1994

All Rights Reserved

A Beauty in Forever

There is a beauty in forever

A place where sky and land greet each other

Where one can look forever and never see the end

That is a place I have with you!

written by Heart

All Rights Reserved

Lost in the Sadness

It is a day to be lost in sadness

And a weariness to my soul

No sweet escape this tragedy

No solace to embrace

I am tired, faint hearted and

miscontent

Wondering why my body fails

And where good health has went

God bring sweet peace to me

Bring me comfort dear

Be not up in Heaven, God

Come to me right here

I trust your wise decisions

That have come into my life

And you will erase my sadness

And bring me through this strife.

written by Heart

2.03.08

Joy!

In all my travels far and wide

As I navigate the country side
Or wisk away upon a plane
To every far and reaching vein
I shall not worry, fuss, or fret
About those issues I have met
For they are but a memory
And cannot get the best of me
Or people who have less to do
Than gossip like it's their right to do
My life is worthy of higher things
And so I'll polish off my wings
To wonderous flights of fancy free
So much magic in this life to see
Look back is not the travelled road
The arguments have gotten old
No longer am I fuel for fire
I will live my heart's desire
And with that desire I will not toy
I will live a life of joy!
So that when my life will reach the end
Those who knew me, knew a friend!

written by "Heart"

6/17/06
All Rights Reserved

Hills and Valleys

Life is a series of hills and valleys.

One day you're up.

The next, you're down.

Don't be afraid to explore your valleys.

Don't be afraid to hold your head up and march right through them.

You will never see the sun shining from the top of the hill unless you first make your way up it.

Never give into sadness. It is your enemy.

Never give in to giving up for you will fail if you do.

Ride your storm like the wild bronco that it is, for even the wildest stallion can still be tamed.

So too, your time spent searching the dark paths of your valleys.

You might find yourself in the midst of a cloud burst, and if you do, I suggest...

Turn your umbrella upside down.

Let it fill itself with the rain that falls. Fill it until it is full.

Then flip your umbrella over, and let the cool water that you have collected bathe you with each and every refreshing drop.

And then I want you to pick yourself up, march right back up that hill and warm yourself by the noon day sun!

written by Heart

10/25/06

The Welcome Mat

While sweeping the entry way of my home
Wondering where this dirt came from
I couldn't help but notice how old
Our Welcome mat had become

I thought for a moment about tossing out
This worn out mat that lay silent and old
It weathered the cold and took the heat
And the constant treading of many a feet

The more I thought the more I knew
That this old mat should not be replaced
It belonged where it lay for many a year
With memories to not be erased

This mat sent me off to my day of work
And welcomed me home at the end of the day
It said hello to many a friend
And wished them happiness as they went away

So many times our friendships end
They wear their welcome out fast
But like my little worn out mat
I think that they should last

Casting off a friend so fast
As if worn out and old
Is just an example of heartless folk
Whose love has just grown cold

As I looked down at my welcome mat
And pondered friendships near
I knew that I couldn't toss it out
No matter worn and no matter wear

And I'll keep it where it's been for years
Weathering cold and heat
My precious worn out welcome mat
So pretty, aged and sweet!



Written by "Heart"
11/25/07

But for the grace of God

Today I went to get a new hair do. Then I did some shopping. As a reward to my son who drove me, I treated him to lunch at a place called Del Taco. It's basically a fast food Mexican resturant but they also sell burgers and fries.

As we were eating our food a dirty, homeless man came in. He wandered around the resturant not bothering anyone. You could tell that he was so drunk he didn't even probably know where he was. He went in to the children's play area for awhile and came out carrying a yellow wet floor sign, which he placed by our table. He didn't look at us or anything. People were watching him, including us.

He walked out the door and stood there for alittle while. A young man was looking at him and rolling his eyes at me in discust.

I finished my food and told my son to wait a minute. I went to the door and said, "Hey are you hungry?" He said yes he was. I said, well come on in, what would you like to eat? He asked for a beef burrito, fries and a mountain dew, which I paid for and told the cashier to give him the change, which she did.

I then went to leave the resturant to come home. I started crying and my son said, "Why did you buy him some food?" I told my son that I felt that I was supposed to do it. And that sometimes I feel that we are tested in this life and that I was being tested to see if I could be compasionate toward a man in such obvious terrible condition.

I don't know his name but at least I know for now he is not hungry and I know that I did the right thing.

The young man that was rolling his eyes in discust at that man....well, maybe he will do the same for someone in need one day.

For it is but for the grace of God that we are not in that condition.

Heart
10/26/06

If the Sea Birds Could Cry

I bask in the sea breeze and sunlight

Drenched in freedom take flight

Soar 'ore the ocean of blue

Embracing joy, caressing the dew.

As angels' anthems fill my breast

I gently glide 'ore glistening crests

'Tis such a peaceful lot for me

Born a sea bird, born and free.

Safely secure and knowing no harm

Unaware of the coming desert storm,

Where radiant rainbows spread unshackled before

And gentle raindrops fell to the shore

So much beauty to see how could there be anymore?

Now is destroyed. Now there is war.

Suddenly the splendor of the life I've know

Awakens and shatters, destroying my home

There are bursts of explosions

And trampled sod.

Humans are dying.

Where is God?

Anxiety heightened in my tiny heart

Why did all this destruction start?

Tranquil no more from shore to sand

Smoke and fire fill the land.

My choking lungs can breathe no more

I must fly away to a safer shore

But wearied wings have soon to rest

Upon black-satined oiled crests.

Where once I raptured it's soothing balm

The oceans' embracing, strong, yet calm

Now fools have blackened sea and soil.

'Tis poisoned now with useless oil.

As the current takes me out to sea

I hope to cleaner waters be

I fantasise this is just a dream

My weakened body fresh and clean

Where skies are blue and glowing sand

Is all that ever filled this land

But my heart is so weary that I cannot cry

Never I'll wing 'ore billowed sky

Never again the chance to be

Born a sea bird, born and free

For now life's fleeting one last sigh

Fantasy destroyed.

I will die.

Written by

Heart

during Operation Desert Storm