Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... September, 2008

September 1, 2008 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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and those who enjoy poetry.
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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[Majie Purple]

Gotta hand it to Ya,that's pretty cool!

[Majie Purple]

Thanks for the precious comment!

[Majie Purple]

Thanks for the “dear”...dear.

[jaycee]

;o)

[jaycee]

I appreciate these elephant cuties!

[luvie]

LOL! Good catch!

[luvie]

It’s the least I could do. :(

[Billie]

Well, that’s a cutie, too - having fun playing in the leaves. :)

[Billie]

I am so sorry for your loss, OESY. I am so sorry.

[Kitty Mittens]

I'm Sorry for your Loss, (((((((OESY))))))).

[Billie]

I was going to answer pings tonight, but it’s late, and FR is still being contrary, and my eyes are burning & itchy, and feel so sad for OESY. I’m going to say goodnight instead. See you all tomorrow.

[Kitty Mittens]

Goodnight, Dear Billie, and God Bless.

[Kitty Mittens]

Dear Yorkie, Thank you for Letting us Know about OESY.

Thank you to All FRiends for the Pings. God Bless, and Goodnight.

[JustAmy]

[tajgirvan]

Oh Dear! I am so sorry. OSEY will be in my prayers. May God’s Peace surround and comfort this dear man.

Dear Salty, please remember OSEY in your prayers. TY.

[MEG33]

I am so sad for you, OESY.
Heaven has gained a beautiful angel.

May God place his arms around you and comfort you.
1st Corinthians 13

[WayzataJOHNN]

For OESY

She

She created a space
filled it with warmth
laughter and welcome
and left the door open
And each who wandered in
found a most pleasing place
where true welcome was found
and all stayed because of she.

[The Mayor]

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September 23, 2008

He Watches Over Us

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READ: Psalm 33:8-22

From the place of His dwelling He looks on all the inhabitants of the earth. —Psalm 33:14

In the early 1960s, I read the novel 1984 by George Orwell, which made famous the phrase “Big Brother is watching you.” In this imaginary society, all aspects of life are under surveillance.

Today, there are an estimated 4.2 million closed-circuit video cameras in the UK alone! London is saturated with them. These cameras watch lobbies and sidewalks for security reasons. They even monitor traffic.

Psalm 33 tells us that God is also watching from on high (v.14). He sees not just images and activities but discerns thoughts and motives. As Creator God, when He speaks, it will be done (v.9). His eternal purposes march on unhindered (vv.10-11). Earthly obstacles are mere steppingstones to Him. Though many may depend on military strength for deliverance and safety, their hope is in vain (vv.16-17).

Yet we who fear the Lord need not flee from this awesome God. The psalmist affirms, “The eye of the Lord is on those who fear Him, on those who hope in His mercy . . . . He is our help and our shield” (vv.18,20).

The eye of the Lord may be fearsome, but we who trust in Him rejoice. He is not an intrusive “Big Brother” but our loving heavenly Father who watches over us.

The Rock of Ages stands secure,
He always will be there;
He watches over all His own
To calm their anxious care. —Keith

Keep your eyes on the Lord; He never takes His eyes off you.

Bible in One Year: Isaiah 55–57; Proverbs 29:21-27

[MEG33]

Good Morning To Amy's Place

Ruins in a Moonlit Landscape by Bocklin

Visit to a Ruin by WayzataJOHNN

Upon the hill the pile lit by the moon in its nightly race,
all tumbled block and old stone beams fallen in disuse.
Drifting clouds make the light a thing of chance and place,
and gives the ancient ruin a ghostly air that can not be a ruse.

I walk among the tumbled stones and see what once stood here,
think about the lives that flowed across time amid these ancient walls.
The laughter bright and the sweet sad tears, the pain and glory too,
part joy, the fear, shaping life, times of souls who inhabit still these halls.

The wind, it whispers, and the shadows take forms that tell the ancient tale,
they shift in retelling of the glory and loneliness inside the worn, tired wall.
Of this, the last stone fortress of the heart and all that it can so cunning hide,
be it victory or fail, the souls who lived their lives here are history’s to recall.

I am quietly humbled by the moment and things I now perceive,
and give a moment to honor them who strove, even as they failed.
I quietly leave them to time’s gentle hand, now by the ages shrive,
to ponder yet the glories and the struggle against which they prevailed.

[OESY]

Thank you all for your beautiful flowers and words and thoughts and prayers.