A Poem For Nancy Meritt On Her Retirement
To take things as they are
Or go so much farther
And shoot for a star
We are given the choice
To take men at their word
Or challenge their dictum
When their ideas seem absurd
Mountains are moved
By the brave and the free
Who dare to be different
And risk calumny
You can’t travel far
If you stay at the shore
Your kids reached for the stars
Nancy, ‘cause you asked for more
Depend On Him
Depend on Him who’ll be with thee
Throughout all your troubles in life,
For the God of our universe
Is greater than anyone’s strife.
Depend on the hand that comforts those who weep alone at night,
Place your battles within His palm
That conquers the enemy you fight.
Depend on the eye that watches over
Every life under the sun
Trust in Him who created all
The things that had never begun.
Depend on the ear which hears you cry
No matter how far you’re lost or stray,
For there’s one who shall listen
During the darkness of any day.
Depend on the voice that answers
Your prayers and faith that calls,
For one was risen from the dead
So many could rise which fall.
Depend on Him whose love gave life
Twice to an only begotten son,
For there’s only one with love great enough
To make a way out of none.
KENNETH W. BALDWIN, SR.
Why Is It?
Why is it that the more God gives me
The more I complain?
On the inside I feel grateful sometimes, but there is something missing.
Is it because I know I’m not giving God my all and all?
How do I get complete?
Am I complete when I go to church?
Do I have to lose to start all over again to feel complete?
It’s something inside of me that I’m wrestling with.
How do I let go and let God?
I know there’s a God
and I do believe in Him.
Why are all these feelings coming out now that things seem so right?
Why is it that when I help people in need I’m still feeling empty?
Does anyone else feel this way
or am I the only one?
Why won’t my demons leave me alone?
I pray but I don’t know where
I’m sincere or not.
Am I losing my mind or is this just a phase I’m going through?
Is it the church’s place to make me feel complete, or is it supposed to be just between me and God?
Why is it that I’m thinking about all this on this particular Sunday morning?
Am I getting ready for a breakthrough?
I don’t know.
I do know that prayer can go
where I can’t.
My True Friend
In Memory Of
Michael P. Sweeney
A friend is someone you can share a laugh with
A friend is someone who shares in your grief
A friend is someone with whom you can share with your problems.
A friend who is always there when you need them
A friend is someone to share your secrets with
A friend is someone you can always depend on
Without that friend, you are alone
I lost my friend
I am alone…
JOHN M. JOANNOU