Dark Wood Poland

For I heard the sounds of silence...
The voices came to me;
they were there even in the shadows..
As I walked among the russet leaves;
crumpled by many many feet
fleeing souls ran, and ran even
the shadows followed them...
even the shadows heard their screams...
Sunlight rippled and dimpled between the branches...
It was hard to imagine now;
where fallen bodies lay for their covering russet and
many many layers upon layers of leaves.
Now; smaller feet and hands made small mounds in the leaves
where not that long ago..... a time in history was denied by many
and accepted by few...
Sunshine again broke through bright sparkling between the
branches of the trees casting a shadow on the ground
for some reason the shape was Cruciform.....

Please realise that during this time I am aware that Polish people
and indeed others did help and will be remembered by our Lord
and judge in the avenue of the righteous gentiles and at the future
appearing in the valley of Jehosophat:

God's people.....

I had always believed but rebelled against the church
and many many things of which I am not proud.
During much searching I still felt a void in my life......
In the end having to face this man;God; JESUS......
During this time I gave my heart to him... it was during this time
I became aware of anti semitism and realised through Gods help and
grace that it is a spirit.....
I had always been interested in the Jewish people indeed had worked with
them... I often thought of the times during the war in the uk when people
seemed to be preocupied with indeed horrendous problems but thought
more and more especially of the trains that had transported Gods people.....
The following poem is one I was given about their plight in Poland....

The Art Of Penmanship penpal Age old remedies.

However quick and easy the e/mail is :
There is something to be said about letter writing...
The Art Of Penmanship...
For a period of I guess nrly 20 yrs I have had penpals that have come and gone
most of whom I have met and them us....
Because of my penfriend Miras husbands job as an airline pilot they have moved several times
over the years one of my vivits taking me to a small town in Connecticut where they were
dependent among other things on a septic tank buried deeply in the ground...
After an evenings entertainment... not being on the national grid.. The water pump decided
to give out an dark orange goo coming from all the pipes...
So we had no water to drink bathe or shower or flush the toilets normal everyday things of life..
The plumber being away; Miras husband had just left on a flight to Tel Aviv..
Neighbours of a distance of up to 30 miles rallied round to help. Gave us drinking water,
meals and showers where needed.
At that time there were the hurricanes in Florida where many were still without power etc.,
candles among other things being sent from all over the u.s
On returning to her home I had a problem with a toenail which was becoming somewhat painful...
The toe looking quite swollen too....
Mira ever ready went to her pantry and returned with a green old fashioned loooking tin..
Trust me she said try this ointment it works wonders...
On reading the label was amazed to read;
'For minor congestion of the udder thoroughly wash treated teats.
The name being ' Bag Balm' Lyndonville Vermont.. It was for cows....
The black and white ones no doubt.
Mira replying ' we didn't live in Vermont for nothing'..
All I can say is it was a complete cure the bruising and pain going...
Not that I am recomending this for any of you reading but it worked for me!

Poems and Prose: OUR SAVIOUR

Poems and Prose: OUR SAVIOUR

Pine Tree husband and I

A couple of years ago....
husband and I, had been busy in the garden...
I had bought a really tiny Pine tree... you know the
ones with artificial snow on them, about 6" tall to
go in the hallway for Christmas..
I put it in the garden, not expecting it to grow...
It grew to be Giant..
When folks passed by they remarked on the size of it!
They couldn't believe how it started!
I couldn't either...
I thought, like us in a way..
But underneath the root got just too thick
too huge it went it's own way..
But when we allow the master to cultivate us...
When HE prunes what a difference...
It needed cutting back:
You see it was all getting out of control...
It covered the light;
Restricted the view...
Anyway it's finaly gone now....
We both took it to be recycled.. In many pieces...
Tell you what though, the scent of
Pine in the car was Something to Behold....

Poems and Prose: We Give Thanks......

Poems and Prose: We Give Thanks......

Cast Your Cares

Cast your cares upon the Lord
He's constant by your side....
cast your cares upon the Lord
He'll always be your guide
He knows each thing about you in
a very special way...
He knows the beginning and the end
of each and every day...
When sunny days are with us things
seem brighter too....
When everything seems dark and dim..
he'll adjust the view...

We Give Thanks......

I thought upon the Lord today... He came to me
in a special way...
He gave me grace to LIVE ANEW.
To thank him in all things I need to do...
Thanks for the Sky, The birds the trees
The summer sun the gentle breeze,
The verdent pastures ever new...
In all things I will praise HIM too....

written on Mothers day March 2008 uk...

Martha and Mary

I often think of you...
Martha and Mary too
Lovingly the master watched the both of you..
How much I longed to pull up a chair..
To be just there..
Martha he saw the concern upon your face...
Martha, ' y0u can't put everything .. just in place'
Patiently he listened to all your concern.
' Fear not dear Martha, look to Mary for she
has the better part..
Every look he gave her went straightway to her heart.....

OUR SAVIOUR

For I know a Mighty Saviour
Jesus Christ Our Lord
For he listens to our heart cries
And Understands them all...
Oh! he is a mighty Saviour
He means all the world to me
His tears his tears are our tears
He longs to set us Free...
He understands our moments be
They for shadow or shine..
He longs to bring his children closer..
Dear one , can you make him thine?

ANGEL TEARS

Sometimes I think the rain is as Angel Tears....
Weeping for Gods mercy upon this land of ours.
Sometimes we are helpless in our search for Love..
but we know Gods mercy Shines down from above....