Sheep Safely Grazing

“A Lovely Pastoral Scene”
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The following words were written by the composer, Bach

The cantata was originally played for a birthday celebration
Musicians from the Courts of Weimar had joined together
with Bach in the first performance. Though written in the early
1700’s, it is often used in weddings and other celebrations

“Sheep may safely graze and pasture

In a watchful Shepherd’s sight

Those who rule with wisdom guiding

Bring to hearts a peace abiding

Blessing a land with joy made bright.”

“We seem to stray from the fold of safety, but upon
His lambs there is ever a Watchful Eye”
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A lost lamb in an arid land

How it had wandered far from

The flock

Timid and shy, unable

Its way from danger back

The ravine between

Deep and confining

Its cry bleating then slowly fainting

The sheep in safety still abiding

Following their shepherd

Wherever he leads them

Upon a midnight’s sleep

Awakening, counting his sheep

Venturing into the night

For one was missing

Oh, children upon earth

Like wandering lambs

Searching for a Shepherd

In a land of danger, suffering the

Hand that harms them

His rod and staff

Securely leads them

Their bruises and hurts, their minds

And hearts with oils he soothes them

With righteousness and truth

Smoothing their paths

Spreading a table before them

Their cup overflows

In the valley of death they do not fear

For in the house of their

Lord there is no despair

A room to hold them in that great

Mansion He has prepared

Dwelling forever!

“The rod and staff leads them”

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Poet In Disguise

“Please Do Not Take My Pen And Ink Away”

It was a swift epiphany, an illuminating

Realization, that moment I walked into the

Room. An artist was sitting on a stool

Next to an empty canvas on an easel.

Paints of beautiful colors sat on a table.

I remember soft music playing, and the

Evening shadows had cast a quiet

Reflection as she began to speak,

Sharing the empty canvas was this

Earth before it was created, empty and

Void, then taking her brush she dips it

In paint, with strokes so evenly and

Smoothly, as she moves from side to side.

She speaks of the creation of this world,

No longer a dark canvas, it becomes a

Work of beauty. At that moment I was

Gripped with the thought, God could take

My life of darkness and recreate His child.

Little did I know the instrument of poetry

He would use, weaving its threads about me.

~~~

I should be so blest,

Or be put upon a shelf to

Rest

At least I express

My grief

Though somewhat

Indiscreet

Through pen and ink

beyond

The scope of colors

Tapping upon a vastness

Deep, I weep

It is not a fatal sin to

Share

What lies within

For my sorrows make me ill

Until I share

With others

We are not alone the

Tears

We own have flown through

Centuries

A self proclaimed poet is

What I am

Not worthy to walk upon

The sod

Of these sleeping poets

These comforter’s of the

Past

Now inspire me to plod my

Way

Please do not take my pen

And ink away

That I may survey my dismay

And each book I write until

My last

I will draw upon the inkwell

Of tears from my past!

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Hitchhike To Heaven

“My Load is Heavy, Along This Road To Heaven“

It seemed like most all my relationships in life were

Based on an unrealistic image of my father. When I

Was converted to Christianity, I looked to God as I did to him,

Not able to see the acceptance and love freely offered

To me, thinking I had to do something to earn His favor.

My experience had become too heavy to bare, looking

To others to get me to heaven.

It is a difficult road I have taken,

My load is heavy and I am

Forsaken, along this road to

Heaven.

Preachers, teachers, friends,

I look to all to get me in.

Holding my thumb up high,

Hoping for a ride, they wish me

Well and pass me by.

I don’t know how long I can do

This, I cry, I weep, all the rules I

Keep. I run and run, busy, busy,

Barely taking a breath, lest I

Falter and be left.

Everyday I confess, what more

Can I do? Throwing up my hands,

I quit, there is nothing I can do,

It is a gift!

A promise given to us –

“Look unto Me and be saved…for I am God,

And there is no other.” Isaiah 45:22

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Fisherman

“Leave Them Alone, For They Will Only Harm You”

It seemed I was constantly looking for answers

To my problems, religion, doctors, therapists,

Medications, twelve step programs, self help

Books, bargaining, pleading, begging, anything.

Until my search became a secondary

Obsession to the OCD I compulsively practiced.

I had tunnel vision, thinking the answer could

Lie in only one of these attempts. Not realizing

Each one was a part of the process of healing.

It was like fishing, never catching anything.

And then, after I had done all I could, I had

To wait for the deliverance only God could bring.

~~~

In the early dawn of the

morning hours

A ship scours an angry sea

Of thoughts

Trolling on the deep

A fisherman holds the

Line

While a thought is

Caught

A larger one than anyone

Sought rises to the top

The battle begins as the war

Is fought

Three more knots added to

The speed of the ship

But it is all for naught

Leaving the fisherman

Distraught

Above the commotion a

Voice is heard

“Push her down”

And an answer says

“How far down?”

“As far as the thoughts

Are buried”

“Hurry, cast a line and

Reel it in with all your

Fury”

“But it is too big and my

Mind too small

How can I let it go, I

Am sinking?”

With a body that is weak

With my feeble strength

Pulling and striking, falling

On my knees

Every muscle, bone and

Grandiose groan has hit

The bottom

Another voice is heard

“Leave them alone, for they

Will only harm you”

The fisherman no longer

Distraught

Releases his thoughts into

The depths of the sea

~~~

A word of hope –

“He will again have compassion on

Us… He will cast all our sins (and

I like to think, thoughts) into the depths

Of the sea”

Micah 7:19

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Recriminations

“The Bickering Is More Than I Can Hold”

Whenever I would make a decision

(After many agonizing thoughts)

I would then question what I had

Decided. The focus was ‘what if

I had made the wrong choice’

All hell and damnation would

Break forth. It was agonizing,

Maybe similar to those who

Contend with ‘ buyer’s remorse’

Only the buyer in my head was not

About to give up and let it go.

Thankfully after many years, that

Has pretty much gone away (with the

Exception

Of sometimes when I am faced with

A very important one, but the time

Lapse is shorter)

~~~

Is this what I should

Have done

And done it better?

The bickering

Of my

Soul is more than I

Can hold

Once is never enough

All these

Lessons are really

Tough

In my mind there is

Constant

Drilling

Filling it with holes

Until it

Becomes a sieve

With no more room

To give!

~~~

An encouraging thought to share –

“Let no one strive, neither let

Any one reprove ‘oneself’ or

One another.

Do not waste your time in

Recriminations”

Hosea 4:4

Amplified Bible Translation

I added ‘oneself’

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Three Little Kittens

“And They Began To Cry”

When I was three years old I remember my mother dressing

Me up to recite the poem –

Three Little Kittens

They have lost their mittens

And they began to cry

Oh mother dear we have lost our mittens…

Oh you naughty little kittens, then you shall have

No pie…

I vaguely remember being promised ice cream if I

Performed well

I don’t have too many memories, but this is one

I think that left the message, because of my

Naughtiness

I could not receive my mother’s love

One I would long for and possibly never find

I would be denied even a slice of pie, sweetness gone

Sour…

~~~~Like an omen cast on troubled waters

Oh child you have been smitten

Oh let me swim little baby she cries

Let me swim away

A basket cradle has been woven

To protect you child

Oh let me swim, swim away

Oh no little child you must

Wait till your arms are stronger

So rest a little longer

Rest a little sounder

One day your eyes will open wider

Floating on still waters

Denied love no longer

Sweetness no longer bitter

You will swim far, far away

Afraid no longer!

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Saving Our Children

Our Children Are Gifts From Above

Far be it from anyone’s imagination, that in our lifetime and our

Children’s, we would be put in the dire situation we find ourselves in.

Our children are our most treasured possessions and we want the

Very best for them. The questions that have arisen from this

Pandemic are many. Will our schools open this fall, and if so

Will parents send them in these fearful times?

It is frightening for many as we wonder what our children are

Thinking, having to wear masks and the need to remain

Distant from each other. It is important that we teach them

Courage and hope, to know that there is a God who

Can help them. One that has created this world and everything

In it, that His hand is over all that dwell within it!

He Made Oceans And Streams

God made heaven and earth, the moon and stars and air to

Breathe, it was very pretty but it was empty.

God Made Day And Night

And God said “I will first make fish to swim in the waters”

Big fish and little fish. The sky was very quiet and still, so God

Made birds to fly and sing.

The Animals Were Fun To Watch

And then He made animals, giraffes, elephants, tigers and monkeys.

They Were Very Happy

He made Adam and Eve and a special garden for them

To live in.

And God Loved Them Very Much

He was pleased with all these things He had made in just six days,

And on the seventh day He rested!

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Ideation To Intervention

“Negative Thoughts Can Be Intervened With
Positive Ones”

As I mentioned in my last few posts, this is a challenging

Time. The death of my son occurred in the month of July.

He took his life, and with much grief I have tried to work

Through the ravaging effects it has left on myself and my

Family.

Two years after this I attempted to also take mine. The

Frightening thing about this is it came on suddenly, I

Did not plan it. I remember the day before I had stood at

The doctor and therapists office with the thought if they

Did not help me I did not know how I would ever make it.

I went home with a despair that I had no idea I had.

The next day something clicked in my head, reaching

For a bottle of pills, I locked my dogs in my apartment, and

Headed for the store, where I bought a bottle of wine,

Which was out of the ordinary, for I never drink, and then

Drove up a lonely road.

There is a name for thoughts of suicide ideation, but I did

Not plan this at this time.

When my son was found, it hit with such force that at

That time I did have the thoughts but was unable to

Complete them. They say that when someone does

Complete the act, it has an enormous effect on family and

Friends. It can cause a cluster effect.

I had many times in the past wish I could die, and

Wondered on occasion why I didn’t. As a young girl

My mother and I were standing on a corner waiting

For a bus and I fainted. I had cut my leg (by accident)

On a rusty nail and I had hid it from my mother, I

Had blood poison, and by all rights I should have died.

I think all of us can look back on incidences that

Should have taken us but by some force we were

Spared. I remember driving down a steep grade and

The brakes went out. Again I was spared. I believe

God intervened in the times we were spared, for

There was a plan to use us in ways we before hand

Did not understand.

I have written a couple of poems to relate my experience

With this ugly illness.

~~~~

Intervention

It was a sudden decision, a force

Grabbed my mind, to all things

On earth I was blind.

I was done!

A warm summer evening, with

Beauty all around, that I would

Never again look upon.

A bottle of pills and a bottle of

Wine would do this job just fine.

Driving up the road past homes

Of friends, I did not realize the pain

My decision would bring.

But this would only be for a time.

Friends would soon forget, I would

Be forgotten, as time went on.

The sun began to set, as I parked

The car on a far off road.

My last night on earth, taking

One more look, shadows lingering

Upon the hills. I twisted the cork,

Tipping the bottle to my lips,

Taking the bottle of pills, with one

More look at the lavender hills.

Falling asleep, death would be a

Sweet release.

Suddenly I awoke to the sound of

Words, I was placed on a stretcher,

They were trying to keep me alive.

I was angry, “why God was I not

Taken, did You have something

Else in mind, did I try to stop my

Clock, just for You to rewind?”

This was my intention, but He had

Plans of intervention. The answer

To this question would come in

Time.

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