January 12, 2008

• AT YEAR'S END

   

  One don't learn to know me very long till they discover I love POETRY. Although I can not write it, a good poem creates an understanding in me that nothing else can.  A poem of the seasons, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter make me feel the seasons.  I love poetry of life, of love, love lost, Thunder, Storms and Snow. But, the poetry that stirs me most is Inspirational poetry, the poems that draw me closer to God.

  My granddaughter has been sending me a short letter and poem almost every week since I discovered that I a medical problem that would not go away. Her poems make me laugh,  sometimes they make me thoughtful and sometimes they make me cry.   The one that was in the mail box when we came home last night I think I just have to share with you.......

   

  AT YEAR'S END

   

  Some years bring joys unreckoned,

  Some years bring friendships new,

      Just last year, promise beckoned

      Where breeze of blessing blew,

          But this year, pains insistence

          Blurred all the path ahead

      While turnings in the distance

      Brought loss in beauty's stead.

              Amid stumbling disappointment,

              I wept for softer days -

              Those days when joy's sweet ointment

              Called forth unfettered Praise.

      "God, must you cut so cruelly?"

      I begged on burning knee.

          He answered, softly, fully.

          "There's something you must see...."

              He took me to the mirror.

              I viewed the year with Him

      And lo!  I saw God clearer,

      I saw my struggles dim:

                  THIS YEAR HAD BROUGTH ME NEARER

                  THAN OTHER YEARS, TO HIM.

                                                               Sheila Petre

   

   

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