Tag: hope
member name: Cheryl W.
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April 11, 2009 07:23 PM EDT --
As we look to the resurrection of Christ this Easter, let us also remember what a message of hope this is for our everyday lives.
On Good Friday, Jesus was nailed to the cross in the most horrible . . .
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December 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . .
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August 29, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
. . .
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . .
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August 10, 2008 12:58 PM EDT --
Through the gospels, we come to know a personal Jesus. We see Him not only as God, but as man. And He was a man who had to deal with the same temptations that we do. When He was tempted in the desert . . .
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May 24, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
It has to be there
Somewhere
In the midst of
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January 02, 2007 07:14 AM EST --
the sun is rising
smiling at God's creation
man's hope is reborn
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January 12, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
The dawn beckons
as the first rays of sunlight
filter through my windowpane;
I turn, sleepy-eyed,
stretching long, yawning
as I stumble out of bed
to greet the brand new day;
. . .
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March 27, 2007 08:14 AM EDT --
open to sunlight
washed by the rain pouring down
tender roots grow strong
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May 17, 2006 11:00 PM EDT --
Why do I feel this way?
So many words,
but nothing to say;
Simmering right
beneath the surface,
looking for a home.
I write down a few
and then into the trash
they go;
I start over and over . . .
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July 20, 2006 03:34 PM EDT --
This old bench swing
Takes my blues away;
I come here often
On a sunny day.
I sit in blissful solitude
Watching the ripples on the lake;
This is my favorite thinking place,
And where many . . .
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July 27, 2006 01:33 PM EDT --
So much is lovely
in the course of a day;
Do we see it?
So much beauty
in the trees and the skies,
the sound of birds singing
as we live our lives.
We run to and fro,
pass it by . . .
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August 26, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
My heart is aching;
I feel so scared;
I don't know
what you're feeling
or thinking,
and I need you
like flowers need the rain;
I can't imagine
never seeing you again;
You gentle my . . .
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October 11, 2006 02:04 PM EDT --
Like a whisper, you beckon to me,
but my heart is weary,
and my resolve is shattered;
You gather me unto you
like a bouquet of flower buds
so afraid to bloom;
To reach into my depths
requires . . .
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October 15, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
Virtuous woman;
I always wanted to be one,
the kind of woman who
always does the right thing,
never gives into temptation
despite her pain;
But I've never been
who I set out to be;
I've . . .
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January 20, 2007 10:00 PM EST --
Casey looked outside and noticed the sky was becoming a bit ominous looking. She shrugged and paid it little mind, other than to make a mental note to bring her sheets in off the line before it rained. . . .
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October 19, 2009 12:35 PM EDT --
She was a weaver of dreams, a poet, a lover. Her dwelling place was anyplace she was needed. Her home was written on the hearts of those who found her and believed in all that she shared. . . .
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May 04, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
I had never been one who was scared of "things that go bump in the night." It wasn't that I didn't believe in such things, because I did. Over the years, I've . . .
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May 27, 2006 09:04 PM EDT --
These are the moments
To be treasured;
Moments kissed by the sun;
Moments when joy rains down,
Waters your soul,
And you know life has just begun.
These are the moments
To be treasured; . . .
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July 11, 2006 11:31 PM EDT --
Realizing that my relationship with God could be fulfilling regardless of the church I attended was actually a very freeing realization. At last I felt that I could be the real me without having . . .
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