Another Poem: Hold…

My daughter wrote this poem today.  She told me she dreamed of being pregnant last night.  Then after that I shared with her a friend's adopted daughter gave birth way to soon to a way to small baby girl.   She went and wrote this poem.    Please lift my friend and her family up as they mourn Justice Faith's birth and death: 

Hold…

 

I watch them carry you away…

I silently beg that you’ll live for a day.

 

I can hear voices in the next room…

In my heart, I feel death loom.

 

I hold back my tears…

I chase away my fears.

 

Although a few tears escape as they fall upon these white sheets…

Child, will you remember my heart beat?

 

I see a man, and he tells me you won’t live…

 

My head whirls, tears blind my ability to see…

My mind screams, “How can this be?”

 

They carry you back to me and lay you in my arms…

I look at your small sweet face and can’t help but think,

Even near death, you still have charm.

 

I don’t want you to die…

I just said hello… why must I have to say goodbye?

 

I close my eyes…

My mind is racing with “whys”

 

I see God’s face…

I am overwhelmed by His love and grace.

 

He gently took my child…

He looked at me and smiled.

 

“Do not let your heart become sad…

Listen, My Child… death is not bad.

 

Just because they are gone…

Doesn’t mean they aren’t singing a song.

 

Death isn’t as terrifying as you think…

It is merely birth and life…

It would be over before you could blink.

 

Hold this child as you would anyone you love, thriving in your heart.

 

You, My Child… are one of the best!

You, are stronger then the rest.

 

You have lived, given life, and seen death…

You, My Daughter, will forever be blessed.

 

When you hold to Me…

This is the Death you’d see.

 

When you truly love Me, I am Death when your time ends…

So stand out! Refuse to follow others and blend.

 

When the world fades and see Satan as Death…

You, My Loved One, will be blessed.

 

So listen… and Hold fast to Me…

And when you die, I am Death, whom you will see…”

 

I feel a touch on my hand…

I look to see my child holding onto me…

“Mama, I may have not flown far, but I have flown... now I must land.”

 

I blink away the tears, “I will hold you in my love… Go, my child.

Go to Him as a treasured dove.”

 

I feel my body stir and my eyes open.

 

Death is two beings…

 

One is God’s love and grace…

The other is Satan’s face.

 

Listen closely to my words…

 

Hold once in life…

Hold twice in death…

Hold forever in life again.

 

We all will die…

We all will have to say goodbye.

 

So my friends, tell me…

 

Which Death do you plan to see?

 

~Marie J.~

Another Poem.....

Gone

 

I look into the mirror and see a smile…

I begin to wonder if it will stay a while.

 

I see the sparkle in my eye…

Life seems so good, why did I wish to die?

 

I remember my tears…

I have fought some of my fears.

 

It is kinda hard to believe I am really loved…

A little bit more so to know He reins from above.

 

I fight against my own hate…

I refuse for anger and fear to be my fate.

 

I used to not understand gone…

Now I do, it is just part of my life song.

 

Everyone has ups and downs…

Why should we go on living with a frown?

 

I am who I am ‘cause I choose to be…

Granted, I am not the saint that you seem to see.

 

I crumble…

I stumble…

 

I fall…

However, that’s not all…

 

I made a choice to slay my hate…

I wanted a new slate.

 

I have learned so many things!

I write to allow you to hear my heart sing.

 

I cry…

So that you know, I really do try.

 

I may not be what you want to see…

Nevertheless, I am better than I used to be.

 

One day we will all be gone…

Even though we have all been wrong.

 

God will never go…

Our pain, He sees… He does know.

 

When pain comes your way…

What will you say?

 

How will you deal?

Would you control what you feel?

 

Life is a dance…

Give God a chance.

 

Please remember…

 

Everyone has ups and downs…

Must your face be scarred from a frown?

 

God really does love you…

Sinner or saint… doesn’t matter what you do.

 

Don’t hate…

Be embarrassing for others to know anger and fear was your fate.

 

Everyone really does cry…

If they don’t, take my word, it’s a lie.

 

One day we will all be gone…

So tell me…

 

Just how good do you want your life song?

 

~Marie J. ~

 

Vita Mix Chocolate Pudding

2 C. milk
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 C. sugar or other sweetener
3 Tbs corn starch
1 egg
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 teaspoon butter
Coca to taste, start with about 2 TBS.

This is from the Vita Mix cookbook.   We do it a little different in we start with cold milk.  We also double it.   Cook milk, salt, sugar, coca and cornstarch until thick.  The easy way to tell when it is thick is it stops bouncing as much and the motor changes sounds.   Turn it on low and through the cap dump the butter, vanilla and egg.  Mix for about another minute and it is done.  Eat it hot or chill and serve later.  Hot is always better!!!  

Another poem!

I Am…

 

I am no Beauty Queen…

I am no model.

 

I am not as lean as some…

But to God, I am as stunning as can be.

 

I am no Barbie…

My life is not as perfect as it is in my dreams.

 

My eyes aren’t blue…

Instead they are brown.

 

I am beautiful…

I am stunning.

 

The mirror tells me lies…

People around me make me doubt.

 

“I am fat. My nose is too long and narrow…

My neck is too long, my eyes are brown instead of blue!”

 

I fail to see what God sees…

 

He tells me…

“You are not fat, but lean.

You nose is narrow and beautiful!

 

You have a beautiful smile

Your neck is stunning

Your eyes glisten with my joy.

 

Your hair shines and is beautiful!

Everything about you makes me smile.

 

Your lips sing of my love…

Your hands write of my heart.”

 

“But’ I say ‘No man will ever love me!

I am ruined… I am impure.”

 

He laughs gently and gazes into my eyes…

 

“Oh my love! You are not ruined…

You are not impure.

 

I have your man in the palm of my hand…

He is growing and waiting.

 

But do not give your heart away…

Until you hear me say okay.

 

You will meet him someday…

I am writing your love story.

 

It will be more beautiful than any other…

Yes, my beautiful one.

My love, yes it will be.”

 

I sigh, “I will wait.

When my love and I share our first kiss on our wedding day…

I will know that I could have waited forever…

For this.

 

I am pure.

I am beautiful.

I am.

 

~Marie J.~