Excommunicated
Out – dated
Faded
She became something he hated
A heart changed
Mind rearranged
Becoming Estranged
Thrown away future plans of being engaged
His lies
Her cries
Emotional Highs
The “Why’s”
Questioning why the couple made their tie
Lies he made for her to believe
Her heart so easily deceived
Trained that way, making it so hard for her to leave
Her irritating nagging
And boastful bragging
The two flight – out tickets that sent him packing
The void left in her
Made his feelings for other women stir
Causing her to deeply suffer
And he being labeled an adulterer
And so finally their eyes came to see
That what was thought of as love was not meant to be
And lost and wasted energy
Could have been saved for when God chose to show them something more lovely
Samantha Blake 2008©
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Her Premature Death
Her premature death left things undone
The warm smell of supper escaped
The kitchen no longer pondered on what meals she would make
The few bedrooms became depressed
The beds themselves could not rest
Knowing her hands would never make them again
Her husband never carried out the duties she left behind
The curtains remained closed all day
Furniture no longer felt the warm sun rays
Or casted its daily shadows on the wooden floors…
Her premature death left this poem unfinished….
Samantha Blake 2008©
The warm smell of supper escaped
The kitchen no longer pondered on what meals she would make
The few bedrooms became depressed
The beds themselves could not rest
Knowing her hands would never make them again
Her husband never carried out the duties she left behind
The curtains remained closed all day
Furniture no longer felt the warm sun rays
Or casted its daily shadows on the wooden floors…
Her premature death left this poem unfinished….
Samantha Blake 2008©
I Remember God The Most in Autumn
I notice how even when everything in his creation is dying, beauty can still be found. I find that beauty can be found in death. This all brings me to the idea that Jesus’ death contained beauty, simply because He died for our sins. His death wasn’t something he deserved, just the same as in nature. And yet, he was brought back to life again. We find all this in spring.
Snow
I notice when it snows, the world is quieter. As if the snow were a soft white blanket that covers it’s crying baby world. All is hushed as flakes flurry down from moody clouds.Some flakes having a longer life span than others.
Birds no longer chirp, but flee. Grass no longer quivers in the wind, or brushes under feet. Instead this soft white blanket puts the ground to sleep.
And this blanket contains power: The power to bring a smile to a child’s face, bring a car to a wreck, and freeze all of nature. But yet something with so much power can dissolve so easily in ones hands.
Notice how snow is one of nature’s most fragile beauties. But look at what it can do when all the flakes stick together: A lesson of teamwork.
Birds no longer chirp, but flee. Grass no longer quivers in the wind, or brushes under feet. Instead this soft white blanket puts the ground to sleep.
And this blanket contains power: The power to bring a smile to a child’s face, bring a car to a wreck, and freeze all of nature. But yet something with so much power can dissolve so easily in ones hands.
Notice how snow is one of nature’s most fragile beauties. But look at what it can do when all the flakes stick together: A lesson of teamwork.
Our Contentious Ways...
Our contentious ways
Made it easier in the days, than it was at night
After all those fights
I fought the pillow, held it tight, right
Below my head
Eyes closed
Forcing myself to fall in love with my bed
Instead of you…
Those altercations had this power to do
The things I wish I knew I would get into
Before I gave my heart to you
Samantha Blake 2008©
Made it easier in the days, than it was at night
After all those fights
I fought the pillow, held it tight, right
Below my head
Eyes closed
Forcing myself to fall in love with my bed
Instead of you…
Those altercations had this power to do
The things I wish I knew I would get into
Before I gave my heart to you
Samantha Blake 2008©
Determining the Clouds
Bring your head up to the clouds and think. Now, think about these clouds that decorate our daily skies. Have you ever once considered their feelings? They are just as we are, and they can never hide their emotions. They cry rain when they are sad. They thunder and strike lightening when they feel angry. They spread out and skip around the sky on happy, sunny days.
Some days they crowd together to gain support from one another, when the disaster of a storm strikes upon them.
Other times there is not a cloud in the sky. They hide sometimes. Maybe they are resting or running from a fear. But who knows where the clouds go?
They can also be silly. Ever notice how they change into different animals and objects? They have so much character!
They are quite mellow after a storm, afraid to allow the sun to be the hero, just as we are afraid to allow Jesus the Son to take the storm of our lives away, and be our hero. But they slowly move off, and let the sun do the work of drying the wet areas.
So why don’t we allow these simple white clouds to be our example? Why don’t we allow our hero Jesus to break through and shine down on our lives? Where do the clouds go when there are blue skies?
I believe they go to Jesus.
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