Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

When God Calls

If God calls me,
would there be a message left
on my answering machine?

If God dials my cell
would I be in traffic
and let the call go to voice mail?

Would God send me an email
or maybe a fax?

Does a letter come
with a stamp in the corner?

I wonder.

But I really wonder--
Will I recognize the voice...


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Saturday, September 18, 2010

If you've wondered what an impression you make as a volunteer, here is a poem written by my friend who is 88 years old and a resident in a nursing home...she is an inspiration to many!

Volunteer

The day you came into my life,
when I was sad and full of strife,
you brought great happiness to me
that's plain for everyone to see.

And I think when you were born
that Gabriel must have blown his horn
and declared for everyone to hear
that from the moment of your birth
you'd be an angel here on earth.

And here you are so good and true
always there when I'm needing you.
Your very kind and thoughtful ways
fill my heart with song and praise.

Your generosity knows no bounds.
And I love to hear the welcome sounds
of your knock upon my door
for the time we spend together
is worth a rich man's treasure
and you seem to find your way
no matter what the weather.

So you really are my guardian angel
sent from heaven to earth.
And I'm hoping God will let you stay awhile
so as the years go by,
with your lovely winning smile,
you can bring your love and friendship
to others mortals such as I.

With permission
by Celia Chambers

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Touching with Love

I touch my wife
To be ushered into
The presence of God
I stop to catch my breath

In awe I wonder
At this gift divine
A touch that bestirs
My very soul

Bathing in its wondrous beauty
I know it to be real
And can but give thanks to God
And kiss her

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