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oetry A Poem For Nancy Meritt On Her Retirement

A Poem For Nancy Meritt On Her Retirement


  • We are given the choice
  • 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.


    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…


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