Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Like a sunrise deep within
Comes the voice of my Lord
Not until the light of the dawn
      did I realize the depths of my night

My mind was clouded
My heart in darkness
My soul parched 
           – with only desert winds
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 Like a sunrise deep within…

A light filtering through the clouds
Breaking the blackness 
           waking the soul
Penetrating the well-laid barriers
Seeping into the hidden wells of my fears

…Comes the voice of my Lord
 

Like a sunrise deep within
Comes the voice of my Lord
Not until the light of the dawn
      did I realize the depths of my night
                                   by Phyllis Ducey 


I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness.  John 12:46
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by Phyllis Ducey
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I went to the computer confident I was going to write about the wonder of being a part of the church body and knowing someone is always there for me. Instead this is what the keyboard produced... maybe next week.


Sitting on a craggy rock
Cushioned by the needles of a tall pine
I wonder how one can not feel
The comforting arms of the great divine


I take a deep breath and then another
Knowing the air is not mine but God supplied
Wondering how I can see the gift from
The provider which others readily have denied


When the rain pelts the window panes
or the sun beams through the glass
When the blackest night encases the land
or rainbow shimmers briefly pass



I have a security…
a confidence that will not be shaken
filling me with awe that the creator of all the earth
has promised that I will never be forsaken


So I praise the God who made me
Who has showered me with his grace from above
And I pray for the lost and the blinded
Who have chosen not to accept his Love

I pray that their eyes will be opened
And one day they will be able to know
That there is a God who loves them deeper
Than any person will be able to show

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For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;
let your glory be over all the earth.
Psalm 57:10-11

Praise be to the LORD, the God of Israel,
from everlasting to everlasting.
Let all the people say, "Amen!"
Praise the LORD.
Psalm 106:48

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Many Mother’s Days ago I was asked to speak about what an honor it is to be a mother. At the time my oldest was entering her twenties. I had to stop and think. Was it an honor to be a mother and if so why?


I kind of pouted back then because I thought I should be honored not state why I was honored to be a mom! But God has His way of bringing my thinking around when I allow Him. So with a little nudging from the Lord, I started thinking of all that I’ve learned from my mother and my sweet mother-in-law. Also I thought of how they had affected, even changed my life for the better. So I decided to apply that same concept to why it was an honor to be a mother. How had my children taught me? How had they affected and changed my life?

The following are my thoughts and answers to those questions some 16 or 17 years ago.
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I can’t think of any way my children have not affected my life!

When they were young…

I learned the first time little feet step on the grass – it tickles!
And dandelions are wonders that turn noses yellow, make great bouquets in paper cups, and stimulate the imagination as you blow wishes into the wind.
I learned toddlers are always at their crankiest when you are preparing dinner or when you want them to be at their very best.
I’ve learned when my Jeni was in the hospital, when I had barely six hours sleep in four days, I could still function.
As my children grew…

I learned that no matter what age they were, they have hidden radar that activates the minute I pick up the phone!
AND at that minute they always have some question of great importance that needs immediate attention.
I learned kisses only made little hurts better, big cuts need more time, more care. The real hurts are not external but cut deep within, often to the soul.
And I learned they can be easily missed.
I’ve learned to be assertive and speak up for my children when they couldn’t. And now I’m learning to allow them to speak for themselves.
With that I’m learning to listen. This is a hard one to learn, for it seems when I want to listen, they are not in the mood to talk. But often they get the gift of gab when I’m not in a listening mode.
Now as they are reaching adulthood…

I’ve learned the pain of them separating from me to become their own person.
And with that I’ve learned the joy of watching them blossom into unique individuals.
After twenty years of motherhood, I’ve learned that I’m not the perfect mom I set out to be. I’ve made many mistakes. Some I’ve learned from, others I don’t even know about yet.
I think back to almost twenty years ago… of holding my Jeni in my arms and I knew then what an incredible God we have. I could see His handiwork in her beauty. Then two years later, I was reminded again as I held the tiny fingers of my little Daniel.

And as I thought about holding them in my arms – gifts entrusted to me by God…

I learned that my arms were not strong enough to hold them.
I learned one day they would out grow them. And one day when they got hurt, they may not choose to seek my loving arms to comfort them.
But I learned God’s arms are strong and would always be there for them!
So the greatest and probably the hardest thing that Ive learned was to give the gifts that God had given me back to Him.
Yes, to me, it is an honor to be a mother…
It is an honor to have received three such wonderful gifts: the gift of Jeni; the gift of Daniel; and the gift of growing in trust and knowledge of our awesome God who has created each one of us.
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With Mother's Day less than a week a way, I rifled through my archives to find this. As I retyped it my eyes started to well with tears at how true these words are to my life today as they were back then. I am now honored to be the mother of not only Jeni & Daniel but the mother-in law to a wonderful man. I also am honored to be the grandmother of five beautiful children.

Believe it or not... It still has not stopped!

I am still learning and I feel that there is value to me sharing my wealth of knowledge with you. I usually don't focus on food but my 3 1/2 yr old and 2 year old granddaughters have taught me that there is another valuable use for yogurt. If you have wood floors and paint the floors with the yogurt when your mom is busy, you can create an awesome slip 'n slide!

God is good... Let us all praise Him for His wonders!!


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by Phyllis Ducey
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a poem by Helen Orombi of Elegantcrochets

Pausing at the entrance of the room
my eyes lock only to his
Waiting for an indication
A sign …of consent.
Gingerly I steps in
Oblivious to the gasp
To the scowl
And to the jeer.
Tenderly I lifted my vase of alabaster perfume
Cradling it in my palm like a newborn baby.
Waiting still for an indication.
Fearing I might drop the vase and shatter the silence
I grasp even tighter to the vase
Knuckles white,
Beads of sweat forming on my brow.
Then he smiled again
Exhaling with relief
I knelt by his side
ours eyes still locked
Traces of the smile still on his face
I shattered the silence as I broke the bottle
More gasps
More scowls
More jeers.
Oblivious I poured the oil
And combed my fingers through his hair
Like a lover to her beloved
For to me, he was.
Love scene!
Some eyes averted
Some eyes glaring
Some eye approving
But I was oblivious to it all.
Then I stood.
And as I did my eyes drifted to those present
And it dawned on me,
My mind began to race
My eyes drunk in the scene
I staggered…
I felt like I was in the middle of a nightmare you know the kind that you cant wake up from?
And I heard one of the men say
Why was the ointment wasted this way?
The money could have been sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor.

And he spoke
He actually stood up for me
No one in my entire life has even done that
My skin my look as tough as an elephant
But inside I am really timid and insecure.

He had this distinctively calm but authoritative voice
Looking around the table he said

Let her alone; why do you trouble her
Then looking at me with eyes full of tenderness he said

You have performed a good service for me.
Then looking around at the others again he said

You will always have the poor with you, and you can show kindness to them whenever you wish; but you will not always have me.
This lady here has done what she could; she has anointed my body before burial.
And you can be sure that wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.

Can you imagine that, he said all that about me?
He stood up for me, I am actually worth it. All these years I didn’t think I mattered. Now I know I actually matter.

I never left his side ever since.
And can you imagine when he rose from the dead guess who saw him first.

You are catching on I can see.
Well I have to go now, I am still in business you know, I still have some clients to see, but not the same kind. He changed my life this Jesus fella, he can do the same for you if you let. I don’t know what your story, hopes and dreams are, but this Jesus, he can handle.

Well, it was nice talking to you all and thanks for listening to my story people are so busy now a days.
By Helen Orombi used in Chapel April 6th 2006

 Helen modeling one of her designs

by Phyllis Ducey
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"We are therefore Christ's ambassadors as though God

was making his appeal through us."

2 Cor 5:20 (Amplified Version)




The dictionary definition for an ambassador is "an authorized messenger or representative". Per this verse above we are Christ's ambassador, His authorized representatives. There are various ways that we can represent Christ. Many do by preaching, teaching, writing, broadcasting, or simply by having a conversation with another.

The verse continues to say that "God makes His appeal through us". Wow...what an honor! But during our daily life, how are we appealing to others? When we are at work with more to get done in a day than our 8 hours will allow or when we are in a grocery store with little ones who are crying because they didn't get that toy they wanted, are we very appealing? In our daily interactions with neighbors, people in parking lots, at the mall... the places where we are a nondescript person and don't think anyone is noticing, are we representing Christ? I believe those are the times we can subtlety and powerfully influence others. A kind word, a door held, a smile or a compliment to a total stranger to make their day a little brighter makes a difference. And though they may never know you were doing as an Ambassador for Christ... Christ will and He can use it.

One dreary rainy night I ran into a little store and when I came out there was a woman at a pay phone. I greeted her and she asked me if I knew where a street address was. She was quite distressed and had been trying to get there but couldn't find it. I said I was pretty sure I did and told her the easiest way to find it is if she followed my car and I would drive there (by this time it was pounding rain and I knew street signs would be hard to read). I got her there and she looked at me and said as sincerely as could be "you must be an angel sent by God".

I certainly did not think so and if you knew me you would not think I was an angel but she did. And without even realizing it I was being an ambassador for the God that I love. That was such a privilege.

This poem below expresses my thoughts on how each encounter we make becomes a part of us. Just the same as each person we encounter we become a part of them. Makes me wonder just what am I adding to other peoples lives? Hopefully it is Christ's love.



The Raindrop Splashes

the raindrop splashes
and then it is gone

or is it?

Without one there would not be two
without two there would not be three
How could a lake fill or river stream,
without one, then two, then three
'til beyond what I can tally?

I went to the ocean
and scooped a handful of cooling salt water
I watched as it trickled through my fingers
melting back to where it had been
as if it was one unified form
but without each drop it would not be.
Without one there would not be two
without two there would not be three

How could the ocean pull my legs
out from under me
then toss me where it willed
without one, then two, then three
'til beyond what I can tally?

Each person I meet and voice I hear
each flower sniffed
each sonnet read
each sunset awed

Each...splashes
into the echos of my mind
and then it is gone

... or is it?

by Phyllis Ducey

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