Irene's Treasure - Echoes of My Heart
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¤ My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul. Awake harp and lyre!
I will awaken the dawn. I will praise You, O Lord amoung the nations. I will sing of You amoung the people Psalm 108:1-3 ¤
¤ My prayer is that the pleasure you receive from reading my contemporary poetry
will be an inspiration to your mind.
Meant to be savored as one would a box of fine chocolates, my poems are intended
to convey the radiance and majesty of living life in the deep abiding love of the Lord! ¤
My suggestive best reads:
Enjoy the writings of Pastor Linda Begley.....
You'll be blessed by her inspirational poetry
Enjoy the Spirit filled poetry of Albert Ping.... Gifted Poet & brother of Pastor Linda.
Brother Albert said farewell & went to be with Lord on May 10, 2014.
R.I.P. Brother Albert until we meet again.
Enjoy the fantastic writings of: The Annonymus Poet, Don Pablo www.poetrypoem.com/blogetry
Enjoy the soulful free form style of Manea. www.poetrypoem.com/iammanea http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uloUDG1TC4A
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¤ Wôrd§ Øf Wîsdöm ¤
¤ Life is fragile, handle with care.¤
¤ Wisdom begins with the fear of God. ¤
¤ Trouble is the incubator of transition. ¤
¤ Destiny often comes through the door of difficulty. ¤
¤ We write not because we want to but because we must ¤
¤ Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open ¤
¤ Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less ¤
¤ Learn the richness of solitude and quiet, that "still small voice" is yearning to be heard. ¤
¤ Those who keep their heads in heaven, should not be scared to place their feet in the grave ¤
¤ Hell is the place where one has ceased to hope ¤
~*~ The Evening Of Another Year ~*~
At the dawning of these hibernating months
there can still be rejoicing -
since mother nature calls to her
all those things that must pass
as is the way of things -
yet she allows us to see the arrival of Autumn -
with its grand show of colour -
like the coppery tone of leaves falling to the ground -
making a carpet for -
the earth, and the snow, white and crisp -
decorating our world -
softly kissing the earth with feathery flakes
In the evening of another year -
there is still beauty!