Didi7 Poetry (50)

She glares at me with warm brown eyes;
Her posture, firm and unyielding.
I glance from my laptop to her face,
And she sighs, impatiently…still waiting.

I think I know what she wants;
But is it time? No, not yet.
I glance upward at my clock.
So what does she want me to get?

She changes her posture and lays down on the bed;
She rests a front paw on my wrist.
She’s annoyed with me now and makes a low growl,
In hopes that I’ll get the gist.

I’m not very good at reading dog signs,
So I have to guess at her need.
It’s either she’s bored and wants to play catch,
Or maybe it’s time for her feed.

How would I live without her in my life;
And how did I manage before?
She lights up my days and keeps me in tune,
She’s my life-saver for sure.

Few things I have with me can give my life joy,
Like the joy she inspires in me.
Sweetie’s well-named; she’s a ‘sweet-tempered’ soul,
And a gift that keeps giving sweetly.

I look inside to find my soul,
To find the part that makes me whole,
To see what’s there that makes me feel,
To figure out what’s fake, what’s real.

I look outside and see his face.
It tells me of his sex and race,
I see the rest of him as well,
Without his soul, an empty shell.

I look inside to clear my mind
Of the turmoil that I find;
Each day a dreadful news event
Mars its slate and leaves me spent.

I look outside, and see the world;
The scenes before me that unfurl.
Finding peace there is in vain,
And so…I look inside again.

I look inside to find my SOUL,
It keeps me sane, it keeps me whole.
It doesn’t leave, it doesn’t go;
Not like he did so long ago.

I. Look. Inside.

“We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed – in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.”
(1 Cor. 15: 51 & 52)



I don’t want to be asleep
When Jesus returns,
But I don’t want to be too wired either.
I want to be
in the background of everything,
But with a clear view
of all things so I could take it all in...

When Jesus returns
I want to be
able to manage the AWE At His MAJESTY
that I’m bound to feel,
And the shame of my simplicity that is bound to show,
In the presence
of His Divine Greatness...

I want to be
with the chosen of God
Who struggled, but soared
because of His Grace,
Who lived for the day that they would see Jesus face to face,
I want to be there on that great day
When Jesus returns...

I’m A Sister
A Daughter
A Slave
An Heiress
A Priestess
A Follower
A Fool.


Yes, A Saint
A Servant
A Steward
A Helper
A Teacher
A Leader
A Tool.

I am all these, and more,
Thanks to my Saviour.
So tell me now...
WHO ARE YOU?

She -
Strong and Beautiful,
Intelligent and Wise,
Hardworking and Ambitious,
Faithful and Honest,
Fierce and Devoted.

She -
Protected her loved ones in battle,
Fought for what's right, til the end.
Showed hers the value of 'struggle',
Knew that Her God would defend.

She -
Hasn't left much wealth behind,
Except the investments that matter.
Built with her legacy in mind,
Five kids - three sons and two daughters.

And now... She. is. no. more.

How should I know, after I’m gone,
If I was mourned
By anyone I loved; by anyone at all
Who knew me whilst here?

Should I bother, to spend another
Moment, wasting time in torment
Because I doubt that I’d
Still want to linger near?

Should I take time to say goodbye,
(Before I die
And leave this world behind)
To those I thought most dear?

Should I fear, when Death’s light hovers
And I’m finally free?
Free of my flaws and sins;
Free from the pain and tears.

Why…should I?

Is it me, or is it you?
Gave my day a sunny hue;
With your smile (and your wink too),
As we sat waiting for some stew.

Is it me, or is it you?
By the window, caught a view.
That is when I thought I knew
What real contentment was to you.

Is it me, or is it you?
Tell me quickly what to do.
Can it be that it’s you, who
Has my heart, and rent’s past due?

Is it me, or is it you?
I think it’s me….:-)

Sadness...overcomes me like a blanket;
Not warm and fuzzy, but cold and dark.
When I think of the evils that grip the land
And cause Sin, and Disease, and Pain, and Death,
I feel hopelessly sad.

I try to fight the sadness with thoughts of good things,
But still...the sadness haunts me.
I try to examine the sadness, reasoning it out
To decipher why it wearies my soul,
But I could find not satisfactory answers.
I try to sing away the sadness with songs of joy and
Praise to my God, and for a while, IT goes away.
But then....

Sadness...creeps over me like a shadow,
All dark and gloomy, silent and heavy,
And I wonder "When will it all end?"
When will my God say "It is time",
And return to end the sadness that I feel?

"Be strong, do not fear!" (Isaiah 35:4);
"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind!" (2 Timothy 1:7).


Fear says to us:
You're not going to make it;
You're not good enough.
The road that you're on
Is gonna be tough.
The race that you face
Is not one you'll win,
So don't even try to
Get rid of your sin.

But...
Faith says to us:
Your victory is won;
Jesus died in your place.
The road that you're on
Will be guided by Grace.
The race that you're in
Isn't for you to win;
It's a victory lap that proves
That you've overcome Sin.

"Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name,
for in perfect faithfulness you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago".(Isaiah 25:1)


Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
And flow they often do.
To everyone who’s born of God,
To you, and you, and you.


Don’t be ashamed to praise the Lord
If things aren’t going right.
It’s good for you to praise Him still,
It’ll get rid of the blight.


When you give praise unto the Lord,
It makes His heart feel good.
And then is when you’ll feel like things
Are working as they should.


But best of all is that such praise
Gives you the upper hand.
‘Cause Satan’s plan to steal your joy,
Gets buried in the sand.

Psalms 27:14 - Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
Isaiah 40:31 - But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.



I will ask,
I will listen,
I will hope,
I will pray,
I will wait, I will wait on the Lord.
He is always right on time,
So good, and true, and kind,
I will trust Him at His every Word.

So if you ask,
And you listen,
And you hope,
And you pray,
And you wait, with patience, nothing less,
He will hear and will answer and will bless.

My tomboy days were delightful,
Full of play, and climbing for fruits.
My tomboy days were just blissful,
Free of dresses and girlie pursuits.

Never had to worry much,
Never seen as being butch.
Always played like it'd never end;
Viewed by the boys as "just a friend".

Had the best of both worlds, too;
Had a friend, a girl who
Invited me over to play 'dollies and tea',
And loaned me her 'Raleigh', so I could ride free.

Oh what a time, a wonderful time,
When life was so simple and fun.