Truth Be Told

Written from the perspective of an old woman, who remembers the terrified teenager that sat anxiously waiting for her turn on the abortion table.

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer solution, without destroying another
Anything please, than to abort me as mother
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not up for abuse
The remnant of child, kept silent as part of the ruse
Not to be caught in agenda, as death is proposed
Compassion means more when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Honesty please, when is the rhythm of heartbeat on turn
The objective is not lost, the lines not a blur
The expedient death of child should not be the cure

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An Encouraging Word, For An ENCOURAGING Word

 

Today I sat an almost empty theatre with my husband, two adult sons and three preteen grandson’s.  They had agreed to go with me to see “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?”   It was an amazingly well done documentary and touched not only my heart, but I could see the weirdest reaction from my children and grandchildren too.  My sweet boy’s are a wild bunch of funny characters and conditioned to be entertained through loud theatrics, detached portrayals of violence and exploitation to market through and on the big screen.  Today though they sat quietly, no side talk, no critique, only a movement of thought, heart and spirit.  It was AWESOME!!!!!   When do you ever go to a movie anymore and get moved by the  presence of a not so quiet determination through dignity.  For me and mine, the message through deliberate gentleness was not wasted and I wanted so much to share my gratitude.  I hope to goodness everybody sees this movie.  What a wonderful experience to witness.

The purposeful lack of distraction, from beginning to end was so refreshing and powerful.  The filmmaker allowed us in through sight, sound and testimony the celebration and strength of character, in a man determined to share kindness.  Isn’t it true though that an encouraging word is never wasted.  

Thank you to those who did such a wonderful job in welcoming us back to Mr. Rogers neighborhood.  Thank you for letting me take my loves to a movie that celebrated just that very thing, love.  Thank you Mr. Rogers!!!!!

Through HIS Scar, My Heart Does See

Christ has left a mark on me

Through His scar, my heart does see

His blood has stained my very soul

My God, He came to make me whole

The cross, not lost on this child of His

The love He gave, now and in forever is

He offers beauty, beyond life’s harsh rim

In peace is comfort, found through Him

Blind no more, in Him, is gift of sight

He reigns past the dark of night

Christ has left a mark on me

Through His scar, my heart does see

Less Spin PLEASE

 

It is a wide gate from which propaganda does swing
depending on the belief to which you do cling
determining what side of the fence you stand on
and what you are willing to do, to further the con

Any grain of the truth, where in once lied
skillfully misused and abused, in hope agenda magnified
the self-righteous speak volumes from just beyond gate
suffering must be exploited in hope to deflect and berate

The pain and horrors that are real enough, become script
in comes the actor for airtime, the well-trained hypocrite
when  finger is zealously pointed past those in real pain
in order to feed another’s ego, hate and disdain

Those who claim to champion the bullied with purpose to bully
anger, frustration, pain, and ill will force open the gate fully
brutally the weapon propaganda meant to be, continues to swings wide
the goal becomes obvious, barricades oppose unity in order to divide

Quiet the mouth, put down the act, replace verbal tirades and slam that gate shut
less the theatric, no more talking heads, vehement in their screams of “but”
the wise do not forget when hysteria whips into a frenzy, this doesn’t happen overnight
the noise of chaos drown out fact, can’t we see the motive to exploit another’s plight?

Sticks and stones do break bones, words destroy when purposely weaponized to blame
accusation reflects more about the accuser, mirroring the character from which came
when  “you spin it your way and I’ll spin it mine”, becomes the mode of attack
the fight becomes the focus, lost is where it all began, all form of reason we begin to lack

 

 

Lost to be Found

Luke 15:3-4
Then Jesus told them this parable:
“What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the pasture and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it?”

This poem was written because of the hope I have in God’s love.  I believe He truly does not intend to lose a one of His beloveds.  We all struggle and hurt and break to pieces.  We get lost in the dark but never are we abandoned, that sure gives me peace when i know the struggle is real without Him.

We are lamb to the Shepherd
Lost to be found
Never abandoned, not a one
In death no longer bound

The wealth of surrender
Destitute no more
Vine, ground firmly beyond dust
Life rooted into core

Wonder in miracle performed
Always within His sight
Vision beyond self blindness
From darkness into light

Tears of joy and gratitude
Omnipotence has graced
Those strayed, not forsaken
The Cross of Christ embraced

BROKEN

This poem was written to give hope to those feeling broken. To praise Jesus for rearranging the pieces and being the glue that holds us together

There is none in life who’ve not
been broken
Shattered, but never beyond
God’s repair
We must break to come into Him
the healer, the Word is spoken
In our attempt to piece back together
His peace does not compare

It’s only from the broken where
the light, in can seep
So beautiful is the scar
that’s been paid
Always beware in wound, is where too
the dark does seek to reap
But now vessel more solid in strength
molded to what God has made

From the shards of discarded
and fractured in soul
Christ is the bind, able to “peace”
the vessel pure in heart
Wounds heal differently beyond transistion
from fragmented pain to whole
Where the broken, were meant to
break from the start

 

FAITH

Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all
Faith, to accept what is the unseen
To know you’re held mid-fall

Faith, brings tears of joy to those in pain
And praise from lips long pursed
Faith, stepped into as God’s armor
In a world the self has cursed

Faith, never meant to remain stagnate
But to grow within each soul
Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all

Father, Son and Holy Spirit the Trinity in One

Mark 9:24
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”

For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived

In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us past the place of self, never captive beyond His call
Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit for the gift He offers us, each all

Much More Than A Voice To Lose

 

In heart can be heard the voice of the voiceless
Beating for the right to life
Our cultural objective directly opposed
Perspective lost in either apathy or loud disdain
Drowned out the already silent child
The sound of mercy in regress

One life for another
We insist on our right to choose
But it’s true that heartbeat is heard
Life within a mothers womb
And the choice is not to listen
How do we then justify
Compliance in silencing another
With much more than a voice to loose

Truth Be Told

   TRUTH BE TOLD

 

Now as an old woman, who knows full well God’s love, I remember another time.   As I sat in that abortion clinic many years ago, I remember well the pulse of terror felt.   I had no idea then what love was, who Christ was.  I reached for help where others professed all mercy for me.  Now I look back and see mercy lost and agenda oh so misguided.

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer solution, without destroying another
Anything please, than to abort me as mother
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not up for abuse
The remnant of child, kept silent as part of the ruse
Not to be caught in agenda, as death is proposed
Compassion means more when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Honesty please, when does the rhythm of heartbeat on turn
The objective is not lost, the lines not a blur
The expedient death of child should not be the cure
God’s breath through Christ, life forever and pure