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Posted on 02/10/2005 8:30:58 PM PST by JustAmy
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His fury at death stirred a gentle breeze:
She thought it was only the wind in the trees.
He remembered a blast and the blinding sand,
Maybe moments ago in a far off land.
He tried to get through by stirring the trees:
She thought it was only the Carolina breeze.
Before he left they talked about codes,
Now despair rolled toward her over Carolina roads.
The spirit makes nothing of deserts and seas,
But the only sound was the wind in the trees.
Watching her grieve would be too much to bear.
He dissolved with a sigh on the soft spring air.
His love and regret stirred a gentle breeze,
Sifting through branches like the wind in the trees.
She knew when she saw the military car
What a terrible price he'd paid in the war.
With a soundless cry she fell to her knees
Under branches that stirred in a Carolina breeze.
You scared me for a second . . . I thought you were turning Irish or something. LOL.
Chocolate Days are always great!!
I think TulipTree76 throws one in at least once a month for us chocolaholics. :)
Thanks for another great Sinatra goodie.
Hi AC; we've missed you.
Hope you've had a great week.
LOL, don't tell that to my dad. He likes Irish people, but he's a proud Italian... and my mom, LOL , well... I will stop right there.
Thank you! Your poem brought tears to my eyes. It is beautiful but oh so very sad.
Welcome to Amy's Place. I hope you come back often with or without poems.
Good to see ya, Amy. It's been a busy couple of weeks, but I'm up late because I took the day off tomorrow!
Ya need to take more days off so you can spend some time with us. :)
LOL. OK, I won't ask about your Mom. :-)
I need to take more days off, period. LOL!
So long, Amy. Hope to see you here over the weekend!
Thank you for the great poem! Thank God for our heroes and their loved ones!
All the same to you, my friend! Sleep well.
Thanks, Amy.
I wrote that way back in 2003 when I read about how so many soldiers based in North Carolina were among the casualties when we invaded Iraq.
As I held them close, I began to cry
Praying and hoping our friends would never die
I could see the whites of their eyes, as they held me tight
The wind whisked through their hair, as we saw the light
They cried no more as we fell to the ground
Their single tears, would never be found
Cry not my friends God will take you home
The Angels in Heaven will not be alone
You're both safe and well as a child to his mother
~Anonymous
February 11, 2005
A woman named Nancy uses verses from 1 Corinthians 13 to help her cope with the frustrations of a busy family life. She calls verses 4 to 7 "Love's Check List" and refers to it when anger wells up within her.
Nancy gave an example of how she uses her check list. She was running errands one morning before she and her family were to leave on vacation. Her husband Bill was at home caring for the children and getting things ready for an early afternoon departure. When she arrived home after stopping at the grocery store, her mother's house, the post office, the bank, and the hospital to visit a friend, she found that all he had accomplished the entire morning was to wash and polish his car-which they weren't even taking on the trip!
Nancy was angry and said some harsh things to Bill. Within a few minutes the words of Love's Check List came to mind: "Love suffers long and is kind." She prayed, then she apologized to her husband for her angry outburst. He said he was sorry too, and they left that afternoon for their vacation-just a little late.
Next time you say angry, bitter things, remember Love's Check List in 1 Corinthians 13. Better yet, consider it before you say them. -Dave Egner
Bitter feelings can be sweetened when we take them to the Lord in prayer.
Thank you Amy!!
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