Grasshopper Meets Worm

My friend, Anne, does these wonderful abstracts.  She holds contests for her friends to name these works of art and then asks those of us who will, to write a poem about the abstract.  This week’s poetry challenge was for the abstract “Grasshopper Meets Worm.”

 

Grasshopper Meets Worm

 She has wallowed in the dark and dank, a worm,

 Waiting for her chance to wipe the dirt from her face and inch forward.

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She has watched as other creatures

Cocoon and blossom into new personalities

Or jump into a world where all seems possible;

While she, crawling on her belly, has remained the same –

A face without a name.

How she longs for the day when she will belong to the world of the lush and green;

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When she has a grasshopper’s legs – springing into action,

Dazzling the world with a little soft-shoe;

Leaping and bounding on a stage where everything is equal

And no one is crushed by the reality of things that can never be;

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When she is bathed in the center spotlight,

Soaking up the applause of the standing ovation

Even if the clapping only comes from her own two hands

And the only standing is on her own two feet.

“Well done, Grasshopper!”  she’ll cry.

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The challenge isn’t over because she’s extended the deadline.  What do you see when you study her abstract?  Is there a poem in you just waiting to bloom for all to see and admire?  If so, just take a stroll here  for the guidelines and posting instructions.

While you’re there, check out Anne’s blog.  She’s a pretty terrific person with a great story to share herself.

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For the Love of You

I gave my mother a book of poems I had written expressly for her in 1986.  She made me promise to write a new poem to go in that book each year.  It has been our tradition since that day and with very few exceptions, I have kept that promise.

Image Credit:  http://tahasin13.blogspot.com

This year is full of new emotions for me now that I am a grandmother.  Family has always been important to me, but now it’s like I live and breathe it more deeply that ever before.  I am learning to savor every single moment and to be thankful for gestures that I might have missed in the past — little things, such as Martin calling me “an amazing woman” in a Facebook post, or when Steven touches my shoulder before we part, or how Claire rushes out of the house on her way to school but doubles back just to tell me that she loves me.  Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers –to  those that bore children and raised them, to those that bore children and gave them a different life than you could give them yourself through adoption (for it was by that gift that I became a mother), and to all those who “mothered” children they did not bear and by your presence in those lives, have made the world a better place.

FOR THE LOVE OF YOU

For My Mother, Linda Hall

At fifty, I am a mother, grandmother, and a daughter

Who now sees you with eyes

That have been opened to your secrets.

I now know the depth of your love and sacrifice.

Such was your selflessness, as you fed me confidence

And let me grow until I was ready to stand on my own.

You have been my prayer sentinel, standing watch.

With your love, I know I’ve never stood alone.

There’s a peace in knowing

That I could never go far enough

To step beyond your grasp —

To ever leave the realm of your love.

Sandra Hall Rosser (c) 2012

Four Generations

Me (left), Steven (right), my Mama with Joshlyn (center)

Image Credits (in the poem):  www.theconservativetreehouse.comwww.theconservativetreehouse.com

Photo Credit:  Sandra Hall Rosser, Easter 2012

He Calls My Name

HE CALLS MY NAME

He calls my name.  His gentle voice soothes all my fear.

As He draws close, He turns my storm to calm.

My trembling soul grows quiet when my Lord is near,

And I find rest in the safety of His palm.

He calls my name — Emmanuel, God is with me;

Wonderful Counselor, He’s forever just the same.

Glory to the Most High God, the holy Prince of Peace.

I know I’m His.  He calls my name.

He’s my Provider.  He portions everything I need.

He’s my Creator and still turns the night to day.

He’s my Salvation, whose Son exchanged His life for mine.

I call His name and He’s only a prayer away.

He calls my name — merciful Savior of my soul.

He’s my Deliverer, who took my every blame.

Redeemer, Lord of Life, Alpha and Omega —

I know I’m His.  He calls my name.

The day will come when I shall draw my final breath

And I’ll cross over into my heavenly home.

There all my family will meet me on the river’s shore,

And then, together, we will gather near God’s throne.

He’ll call my name and I will see Him face-to-face;

The Reason I’ll sing and forevermore proclaim

That He’s King of Heaven, God of Glory, Giver of Eternal Life.

Forever we’ll reign, when He calls my name.

Do you know my Jesus?  He’s calling your name.

(c) Sandra Hall Rosser 2012

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“Why We Should Finish Where We Started:  The One Question We Need to Answer Every Day”  http://chiefofleast.com/2012/01/15/why-we-should-finish-where-we-started-the-one-question-we-need-to-answer-everyday/

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What Will You Do with Jesus?

What Will You Do With Jesus?

What will you do with Jesus?

Will you give Him your soul today,

And ask Him to forgive you,

As you kneel to Him and pray?

What will you do with Jesus?

Will you trust Him and believe,

That He has stored for you in Heaven,

His richest blessings to receive?

What will you do with Jesus?

Will it be victory or loss?

Will you let Him live inside your heart,

Or leave Him at the cross?

What will you do with Jesus?

Let Him open your eyes to see,

That the most important question He longs to hear is,

Lord, what can You do through me?”

–Sandra Hall Rosser (c)2012

For you have been my partners in spreading the Good News about Christ from the time you first heard it until now. And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.  Philippians 1:5-6 (NLT)

Image Credits:  www.deepcreekanglican.com, www.articlesbase.com, www.websites-design-templates-backgrounds.blogspot.com, & www.keepandshare.com

The Ten Commandments: Honoring Your Parents

Regard (treat with honor, due obedience, and courtesy) your father and mother, that your days may be long in the land the Lord your God gives you.  Exodus 20:12 (Amplified Bible)

I have written poetry all my life.  Right after Christmas in 1986, I began writing a series of poems about and for my mother.  I was able to write ten poems, bind them, and present them as her Mother’s Day gift.  I have written her a poem for Mother’s Day nearly every year since.  Two years later, I gave my father a similar book of poems for Father’s Day 1988.

I want to share one poem from my Mama’s book and two poems from my Daddy’s book in this post to show how much I love and honor my parents.  Of course, there will never be enough words to say how much I owe them and how much their contributions (physically, mentally, and spiritually) shaped me into the person I am.  I am nearly fifty and I still want to please them and make them proud of me.  And as long as I draw breath, I will give whatever help they ask for, even if it means completely taking care of them when they can no longer take care of themselves.  I firmly believe that goes along with the promise that’s attached to this commandment — to live a long life on this earth.

If you love your parents and want to honor them, please leave a comment to this post about who they are/were and what they’ve meant in your life.  I can’t wait to read your comments.

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 His Choice

God chose for me to be your seed,

A part of you, yet separate too.

Protected by your warmth and care,

He let me grow inside of you.

He joined the cells that gave me life,

And formed me by design,

A tiny bit from you and Daddy,

Was crafted in His will Divine.

You carried me and gave me birth,

And that was the beginning,

Of a lifetime filled with learning, hurting, healing,

And a love that’s never-ending.

It was God Who gave me that spark of life,

But it was in His plan, right from the start,

That you would teach me how to live that life.

He chose you to mold my heart.

And I may never understand how such mysteries unfold,

Or just how we two came to be;

But one thing I’m sure of,

As God reigns in His Heaven above,

You were the best choice for me.

–Sandra Hall Rosser (c)1990

Creed

It is said that a man has an unwritten creed

That he lives every day, in word and deed.

And the worth of a man is the unmeasured part

Of the faith in his soul and the love in his heart.

–Sandra Hall Rosser (c)1988

Haiku for Daddy

Strong hands reaching out,

Daddy holds me in his arms.

I’m his little girl.

–Sandra Hall Rosser (c)1988

Image Credits:  www.hderigo.com & www.healinglovenotes.com

What Cancer Cannot Do

On this very date last year, we were at the UNC Cancer Hospital and Kelly was going through his second round of consolidation chemo for acute myeloid leukemia.  In my journal, I copied Psalm 34 in its entirety.  God led me to this scripture through an Upper Room devotional magazine that our church, Culbreth Memorial UMC, provides.  It was such a comfort to me.  I encourage you to read it and memorize it.  (Remember,you can go to www.biblegateway.com and enter Psalm 34 on the “Passage Lookup” tab.)

I prayed to the LORD, and he answered me.  He freed me from all my fears.  Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy;  no shadow of shame will darken their faces.  In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;   he saved me from all my troubles.  For the angel of the LORD is a guard:   he surrounds and defends all who fear him.  Psalm 34:4-7 NLT

Debbie Grimsley, one of the sweetest friends I have, found a great book and sent it to Kelly when he was going through chemotherapy last year.  The book, What Cancer Cannot Do, is based on the poem (by the same name) and is a compilation of stories that really helped during our worst days.  I still read this book and replace the word “cancer” with the word “Satan.”  God bless you today.  Have a great weekend!  Need a place to worship on Sunday?  Check out our church at www.facebook.com/culbrethmemorialumc

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What Cancer Cannot Do

(Author Unknown)

 Cancer is so limited…

 

It cannot cripple God’s Love;

 

It cannot shatter Hope;

It cannot erode Faith;

It cannot destroy Peace;

It cannot kill Friendship;

It cannot shut out memories;

It cannot silence Courage;

It cannot invade the Soul;

It cannot steal Eternal Life;

And it cannot conquer the Spirit.

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Holding Fast

I’m holding fast to You, Lord.

You know my heart is racing.

Fear grips my heart and hides Your Light

In this darkness I am facing.

I’m holding fast to You, Lord.

It’s just like me to second-guess You.

Too often, my unbelief deafens me

When You cry, “I want to bless you.”

I’m holding fast to You, Lord.

I must lay “myself” aside,

Confess my sins and ask redemption

From this prison cell of pride.

I’m holding fast to You, Lord.

For Your comfort, Lord, I pray;

And at last, my soul is set free!

These words of hope, I hear you say:

“Are you holding fast to Me, Child?

For each promise I’ll be true

And you can rest your heavy burden,

For I’m holding on to you.”

— Sandra Hall Rosser 1/27/12

The Lord directs the steps of the godly.  He delights in every detail of their lives.  Though they stumble they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand.  Psalm 37:23-24 NLT