Plain Colourful....... Middle click ~ Enya utubemix
~ The Colour Of You ~
Friends are of such wondrous hue,
Colours of the garden, fragrant in our hearts, close, forever true
Beauty, grace and wonder, touching us with joy,
Oh, how I love the rainbow colour,
of you that I enjoy.
Soft colorful whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
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Friends are of such wondrous hue,
Colours of the garden, fragrant in our hearts, close, forever true
Beauty, grace and wonder, touching us with joy,
Oh, how I love the rainbow colour,
of you that I enjoy.
Soft colorful whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
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~ Walking His Light ~
Life is so creative, of this we are sure,
all the ebb and flow, holds so much to endure
We never can know, quite what will come,
stemming from the heart, of God's perfect love
As move along we do, each day since our birth,
trusting all He is, the promise of His word.
He is the umpire, every moment that is new,
The coach we believe, for all He says is due
And we watch Him paint, each careful steady stroke,
every colour chosen, only His to know.
He is the craftsman, we're safe within His hand,
though so many things, we cannot understand.
He dispels each fear, when walking in His Light,
He's adding all the layers, the forming of our life.
So we can relax, for all is in His sight,
safe in His love, we're painted, day and night
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers
Poetry from the Heart
You may rest assured that God will not allow you to be tried beyond your
strength. It is when we are powerless that God does all, and thereby
manifests His power and goodness in a striking manner.
John Baptist de La Salle
Life is so creative, of this we are sure,
all the ebb and flow, holds so much to endure
We never can know, quite what will come,
stemming from the heart, of God's perfect love
As move along we do, each day since our birth,
trusting all He is, the promise of His word.
He is the umpire, every moment that is new,
The coach we believe, for all He says is due
And we watch Him paint, each careful steady stroke,
every colour chosen, only His to know.
He is the craftsman, we're safe within His hand,
though so many things, we cannot understand.
He dispels each fear, when walking in His Light,
He's adding all the layers, the forming of our life.
So we can relax, for all is in His sight,
safe in His love, we're painted, day and night
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers
Poetry from the Heart
You may rest assured that God will not allow you to be tried beyond your
strength. It is when we are powerless that God does all, and thereby
manifests His power and goodness in a striking manner.
John Baptist de La Salle
~ God Spilled The Paint ~
If there was no rainbow colour and no birds to sweetly call
No warmth of golden sunshine,
would God spill the paint the more.
If the hillside could not bloom, and darkness ruled the day
While cooling breezes ceased to stay,
would God toss His colour anyway.
If love of earth was obsolete, as coldness over-ran each heart
No goodness found upon each path,
would our God still spill His art.
For all He is, He is the all, His brush is love, with every breath
He made the paint to make our world, and spilled it everywhere He went.
Thus all we live, we breathe of Him, His death replaced our blackened soul.
Our worth is held in His palette,
the paint is He that makes us whole.
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
heartwhispers
Keep your faith in all beauty that truly abounds:
in the sun when it is hidden, in the spring when it is gone
in the colour of God behind a rising cloud
If there was no rainbow colour and no birds to sweetly call
No warmth of golden sunshine,
would God spill the paint the more.
If the hillside could not bloom, and darkness ruled the day
While cooling breezes ceased to stay,
would God toss His colour anyway.
If love of earth was obsolete, as coldness over-ran each heart
No goodness found upon each path,
would our God still spill His art.
For all He is, He is the all, His brush is love, with every breath
He made the paint to make our world, and spilled it everywhere He went.
Thus all we live, we breathe of Him, His death replaced our blackened soul.
Our worth is held in His palette,
the paint is He that makes us whole.
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
heartwhispers
Keep your faith in all beauty that truly abounds:
in the sun when it is hidden, in the spring when it is gone
in the colour of God behind a rising cloud
~ The Blush Upon The Roses ~
I heard the grey gate click- footsteps upon the path,
I felt His Presence, soft and still- His whisper in my heart.
The blush upon the rose, His touch, the fresh, sweet morning dew,
Each diamond, glistening on a leaf, dropped there for me to view.
I heard His voice flow on the wind, each songbird winging by,
The sunlight, warm upon my cheek- I knew that He was nigh.
The fragrance, wafting on the breeze, each flower's pretty hue,
His paint brush daubing layers up to the sky of blue.
I stroked the tiny feather, that fluttered to my palm,
A little gift of heaven, to whisper of His calm.
I watched the fountain sprinkling clear, awash with sparkling cool,
I held my hands there pondering, of cleansing, life, anew.
I walked on pathways, pretty glens, meandering each way,
Found secret nooks and garden beds, and wished that I could stay.
I tried the gate, it was not locked, His colour was for me,
The way was open, come what may- My friend, He'd always be.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2010
heartwhispers
♪ Beautiful landscape music-utube ♪
I heard the grey gate click- footsteps upon the path,
I felt His Presence, soft and still- His whisper in my heart.
The blush upon the rose, His touch, the fresh, sweet morning dew,
Each diamond, glistening on a leaf, dropped there for me to view.
I heard His voice flow on the wind, each songbird winging by,
The sunlight, warm upon my cheek- I knew that He was nigh.
The fragrance, wafting on the breeze, each flower's pretty hue,
His paint brush daubing layers up to the sky of blue.
I stroked the tiny feather, that fluttered to my palm,
A little gift of heaven, to whisper of His calm.
I watched the fountain sprinkling clear, awash with sparkling cool,
I held my hands there pondering, of cleansing, life, anew.
I walked on pathways, pretty glens, meandering each way,
Found secret nooks and garden beds, and wished that I could stay.
I tried the gate, it was not locked, His colour was for me,
The way was open, come what may- My friend, He'd always be.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2010
heartwhispers
♪ Beautiful landscape music-utube ♪
~ Remembering The Colour Of You ~
I'll remember all our love, my treasure, I'll remember every day,
The laughter, colour, shopping and all we liked to say.
I'll remember in the night hours, when it's too dark to dream,
I'll think of you, your loving, from everywhere we've been.
I'll see you in the garden, softly walking on the path,
I'll see you running, playing, I'll hear you with my heart.
I'll hear your whispers coming, your footsteps on the stairs,
My eyes will fill with tears, I'll hear you everywhere.
I'll feel you in the silence, your tender touch of hand,
I'll know you're by me always, for, I'll know you understand.
I'll watch you bloom in colour, how you've blossomed as you are,
I'll watch you from the shadows, your prettiness of heart.
God gave us special friendship, close we will always be,
We don't have to be together, when your colour I still see.
I'll leave you on the morrow, but, with you, I shall be,
Loving you as always, now, eternally.
Soft Whispers for my daughter from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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I'll remember all our love, my treasure, I'll remember every day,
The laughter, colour, shopping and all we liked to say.
I'll remember in the night hours, when it's too dark to dream,
I'll think of you, your loving, from everywhere we've been.
I'll see you in the garden, softly walking on the path,
I'll see you running, playing, I'll hear you with my heart.
I'll hear your whispers coming, your footsteps on the stairs,
My eyes will fill with tears, I'll hear you everywhere.
I'll feel you in the silence, your tender touch of hand,
I'll know you're by me always, for, I'll know you understand.
I'll watch you bloom in colour, how you've blossomed as you are,
I'll watch you from the shadows, your prettiness of heart.
God gave us special friendship, close we will always be,
We don't have to be together, when your colour I still see.
I'll leave you on the morrow, but, with you, I shall be,
Loving you as always, now, eternally.
Soft Whispers for my daughter from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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~ Come, Walk With Me ~
Come, walk with me, in love, as life where we will laugh, through day and night,
'Pon mountains high and valleys low, the love of God, we'll surely know.
There we will skip in lavendar and live the love, within our heart,
By bubbling creek and waterfall, where birds sing pretty madrigals.
Rest there, we shall, on petals, soft where fragrance drifts, away, aloft,
Watch squirrels chirp their gaiety and pretty lambs, frisk happily.
I'll weave for you a bonnet kirtle with tender leaves of beech and myrtle,
And line your velvet slippers warm with pollen in the flowers borne.
Around your neck, I'll garland buds, of violets, roses, with my love,
And there you'll smile and want to stay, and be with me, day after day.
Come, walk with me, this love we give, for all the colour we may live,
The moments, shall e'er dance and sing, if these delights to us, we bring.
Come, walk with me each dawning day, where life and love will always stay.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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Come, walk with me, in love, as life where we will laugh, through day and night,
'Pon mountains high and valleys low, the love of God, we'll surely know.
There we will skip in lavendar and live the love, within our heart,
By bubbling creek and waterfall, where birds sing pretty madrigals.
Rest there, we shall, on petals, soft where fragrance drifts, away, aloft,
Watch squirrels chirp their gaiety and pretty lambs, frisk happily.
I'll weave for you a bonnet kirtle with tender leaves of beech and myrtle,
And line your velvet slippers warm with pollen in the flowers borne.
Around your neck, I'll garland buds, of violets, roses, with my love,
And there you'll smile and want to stay, and be with me, day after day.
Come, walk with me, this love we give, for all the colour we may live,
The moments, shall e'er dance and sing, if these delights to us, we bring.
Come, walk with me each dawning day, where life and love will always stay.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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~ Black Ink White ~
I used black ink to write upon, what seemed a page of white,
it showed the words, portrayed my thoughts,
wrote all I sought to say-
I used black ink, for many words, on many days..
for what..... I did not know,
Somehow black ink, I did not like, so prayed, dear Lord, change black to white,
with Your hand write, with Your pure ink
upon the pages as You think.....
Please write Yourself for all to see.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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I used black ink to write upon, what seemed a page of white,
it showed the words, portrayed my thoughts,
wrote all I sought to say-
I used black ink, for many words, on many days..
for what..... I did not know,
Somehow black ink, I did not like, so prayed, dear Lord, change black to white,
with Your hand write, with Your pure ink
upon the pages as You think.....
Please write Yourself for all to see.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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~ Grandma's Kitchen Window ~
The very quiet things, in the stillness of a day, puncture our solitude...
Whisking our minds so far away, to another time and place
The picturesque lines, held in creativity, in balance,
Made of light and shadow...our thoughts flow in grateful dance
The depth of color, misty hue, remembrance we have known
pungent feelings
making pictures in our mind... that emerge from long ago.
The looking out beyond, the contrasts near and far,
Seeing much by soulful art, echoes loveliness... something special to impart
I can see you in my memory, I can see you with my heart
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
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Poetry from the Heart
The very quiet things, in the stillness of a day, puncture our solitude...
Whisking our minds so far away, to another time and place
The picturesque lines, held in creativity, in balance,
Made of light and shadow...our thoughts flow in grateful dance
The depth of color, misty hue, remembrance we have known
pungent feelings
making pictures in our mind... that emerge from long ago.
The looking out beyond, the contrasts near and far,
Seeing much by soulful art, echoes loveliness... something special to impart
I can see you in my memory, I can see you with my heart
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
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Poetry from the Heart
middle click for ~ God's wondrous colours-nature show
~ My Cup Runs Over ~
Have you ever wondered why God gives so much? We could exist on far less.
He could have left the world flat and gray; we wouldn't have known the difference. But he didn't.
He splashed orange in the sunrise, and cast the sky in blue.
And if you love to see geese as they gather, chances are you'll see that too.
Did he have to make the squirrel's tail furry?
Was He obliged to make the birds sing?
And the funny way that chickens scurry-or the majesty of thunder when it rings?
Why give a flower fragrance?
Why give food its taste?
Could it be He loves to see that look upon your face?
If we give gifts to show our love, how much more would he?
If we - speckled with foibles and greed - love to give gifts, how much more does God,
pure and perfect God, enjoy giving gifts to us?
Max Lucado
Have you ever wondered why God gives so much? We could exist on far less.
He could have left the world flat and gray; we wouldn't have known the difference. But he didn't.
He splashed orange in the sunrise, and cast the sky in blue.
And if you love to see geese as they gather, chances are you'll see that too.
Did he have to make the squirrel's tail furry?
Was He obliged to make the birds sing?
And the funny way that chickens scurry-or the majesty of thunder when it rings?
Why give a flower fragrance?
Why give food its taste?
Could it be He loves to see that look upon your face?
If we give gifts to show our love, how much more would he?
If we - speckled with foibles and greed - love to give gifts, how much more does God,
pure and perfect God, enjoy giving gifts to us?
Max Lucado
~ Colour Coded Trials ~
Did we know within these moments yet, that colour is life's face
That each unseen trial is colour matched, by the same tones of His grace
A trial may seem at random,
but it's purpose is so sure.
From the kaleidoscope of His heart of love, planned to make us pure
Every trial comes for a special reason, a designing of love's test
To be immersed within the vibrance
and find His heart the best.
The decore is already captured, His brilliance is becoming you
Eternal, precious, deepest joy. Oh, He is the wondrous hue
Each trial has a perfect color code coinciding
with the grace to find in Him.
No grief remains a negative,
when the colour's processed by the King.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
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I tell you, if you are serious about wanting to be like Christ,
He is going to put you in circumstances, where you become like Him.
Francis Frangipane
Did we know within these moments yet, that colour is life's face
That each unseen trial is colour matched, by the same tones of His grace
A trial may seem at random,
but it's purpose is so sure.
From the kaleidoscope of His heart of love, planned to make us pure
Every trial comes for a special reason, a designing of love's test
To be immersed within the vibrance
and find His heart the best.
The decore is already captured, His brilliance is becoming you
Eternal, precious, deepest joy. Oh, He is the wondrous hue
Each trial has a perfect color code coinciding
with the grace to find in Him.
No grief remains a negative,
when the colour's processed by the King.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
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I tell you, if you are serious about wanting to be like Christ,
He is going to put you in circumstances, where you become like Him.
Francis Frangipane
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~ A Beautiful Golden Lantern ~
The night was black, the wind blew cold, the frost swirled chilly air, I heard a door, it's latching clicked- soft, footsteps on the stair. A gentle voice, 'Come now' there called, that seemed to know the way, I smelt a fragrance, gentle, sweet, rose pungent, collannade. I tried to follow, stumbling, the darkness, pressing in, I heard the breathing, onward, though nothing could be seen. The path was steeply narrow, tight, thorns grasped at every side, My hands soon raw and burning, from following that guide. But, greater still, the urge ahead, I couldn't turn back now, Each step, held expectation, for all that may be found. The path went down, then further down, the cold e'er deeper yet, My breathing laboured, gasping, I longed somewhere to rest. But, now to stop, I would be lost, The Voice, was all to hear, I knew this one would meet my need and calm my every fear. And then came pause, I gasped aloud, a light, appeared, held high, A wondrous lantern, golden, clear, glowed brightly very nigh. The path, now shone, at last I saw, the way my steps should go, The darkness fled, all tension ceased... His light had led me home. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2010 [email protected] Let your only evaluation of worth come from the awareness of God's love for you. All other leaves one in a state of delusion. |
~ Imagine Only Four ~
Imagine life as four
Four colours all to view
Imagine lemon, white and greys
Highlighted in a blue
Imagine never knowing red,
or orange, pink and green
Imagine life without
All the rainbows you have seen
~blossoms~
Imagine life as four
Four colours all to view
Imagine lemon, white and greys
Highlighted in a blue
Imagine never knowing red,
or orange, pink and green
Imagine life without
All the rainbows you have seen
~blossoms~
~ Colour My World ~
Myself and my shadow come to you today,
with something very special, we would like to say
You colour my world with happiness, like a lovely twinkly star
The brightest one to see and sparkliest by far
So here's wishing just for you, a most special day,
for you're so very loved, forever and always
Have a really lovely day.
God bless you in every way
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
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Wishing you a day as treasured as you are!
It's always nice to wish the best to someone who really is!
This day is a day to remember and finds me thinking too -
that the world is much nicer because of special folks like you!
Myself and my shadow come to you today,
with something very special, we would like to say
You colour my world with happiness, like a lovely twinkly star
The brightest one to see and sparkliest by far
So here's wishing just for you, a most special day,
for you're so very loved, forever and always
Have a really lovely day.
God bless you in every way
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
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Wishing you a day as treasured as you are!
It's always nice to wish the best to someone who really is!
This day is a day to remember and finds me thinking too -
that the world is much nicer because of special folks like you!
~ The Moon On Open Palm ~
The darkness walks across the sky, all colour gone-the moonlight touches land,
Without the window, you e'er watch, the night, its depth expand.
Unwrapped, each velvet layer, blinks with pretty, glowing stars,
As to the shoulder of the night, you lean with softened heart.
With deep control, the dark unfolds, a great big gentle hand,
Sleep now, its voice commanding, unto the ways of man.
Rest now, naught more, pause every burden, care,
Let time be still, hushed, you can't see anywhere.
Soft fingers come, with feather brush to soothe your every thought,
Make no plans, for veiled they be, rest now, just as you ought.
The Lord is watching, rides the night, the moon on open palm,
Each star there pirouetting,
you sleep, but colour rich - you dream, completely calm.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2011
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The darkness walks across the sky, all colour gone-the moonlight touches land,
Without the window, you e'er watch, the night, its depth expand.
Unwrapped, each velvet layer, blinks with pretty, glowing stars,
As to the shoulder of the night, you lean with softened heart.
With deep control, the dark unfolds, a great big gentle hand,
Sleep now, its voice commanding, unto the ways of man.
Rest now, naught more, pause every burden, care,
Let time be still, hushed, you can't see anywhere.
Soft fingers come, with feather brush to soothe your every thought,
Make no plans, for veiled they be, rest now, just as you ought.
The Lord is watching, rides the night, the moon on open palm,
Each star there pirouetting,
you sleep, but colour rich - you dream, completely calm.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2011
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~ Rose Coloured ~
When we are wondering why each morning is so nice to view
With birds in tune and dewdrops too and all's a lovely hue
Why flowers bloom upon the path and the sky's a glorious blue
Leaves have such unique design and there's love between us two
Why butterflies play in gardens and animals say 'how de do'
Clouds turn into castles, just formed for me and you
Why lanes appear to fuse together with only love to share....
Why...it's just the rose coloured glasses
God has given us to wear.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
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Walking down life's road I've found many lovely things to see,
Simple, "gifts of God" that can't be bought by you or me.
The warmth you feel when someone smiles, the brightness of the stars above.
And God's greatest gift of all - His everlasting love! ...Doris A. Orth
When we are wondering why each morning is so nice to view
With birds in tune and dewdrops too and all's a lovely hue
Why flowers bloom upon the path and the sky's a glorious blue
Leaves have such unique design and there's love between us two
Why butterflies play in gardens and animals say 'how de do'
Clouds turn into castles, just formed for me and you
Why lanes appear to fuse together with only love to share....
Why...it's just the rose coloured glasses
God has given us to wear.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
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Walking down life's road I've found many lovely things to see,
Simple, "gifts of God" that can't be bought by you or me.
The warmth you feel when someone smiles, the brightness of the stars above.
And God's greatest gift of all - His everlasting love! ...Doris A. Orth
~ Colourful Carousel Dreams ~
The pretty horses pass me by, my favourite to choose,
I watch them all, their colour, eyes - for only one, will do.
The music stops, the turning slows.... Oh pony, stop by me
My little heart will break, if you do not stay free.
My Mama holds back my suspense, then the man waves, it is time,
I bounce upon the carousel and rush my horse to find.
Yes, he is there, still alone. He isn't bright, nor upright,
But the one who looks most lonesome. that no-one else would like.
The pretty horses pass me by, my favourite to choose,
I watch them all, their colour, eyes - for only one, will do.
The music stops, the turning slows.... Oh pony, stop by me
My little heart will break, if you do not stay free.
My Mama holds back my suspense, then the man waves, it is time,
I bounce upon the carousel and rush my horse to find.
Yes, he is there, still alone. He isn't bright, nor upright,
But the one who looks most lonesome. that no-one else would like.
I am glad, for he is mine, I lean to stroke his neck,
You are mine, my little pony, mine, for your colour is the best.
The music plays, around we go, I hug my pony tight,
Around, around, around some more, my pony is just right.
I wave each turn to Mama, she seems to wipe a tear,
She knows what I am feeling, I know she is quite near.
My heart beats long and very loud... Oh, please don't let it stop,
Keep going, this time, longer, longer, my pony needs me such a lot.
Oh no, it creaks and slows...
Oh why won't time stand still,
Slower, slower, up and down, 'til there is no more thrill.
I slip down off the saddle and look him softly in the eye,
I will not forget dear pony, colour never says goodbye.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2011
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You are mine, my little pony, mine, for your colour is the best.
The music plays, around we go, I hug my pony tight,
Around, around, around some more, my pony is just right.
I wave each turn to Mama, she seems to wipe a tear,
She knows what I am feeling, I know she is quite near.
My heart beats long and very loud... Oh, please don't let it stop,
Keep going, this time, longer, longer, my pony needs me such a lot.
Oh no, it creaks and slows...
Oh why won't time stand still,
Slower, slower, up and down, 'til there is no more thrill.
I slip down off the saddle and look him softly in the eye,
I will not forget dear pony, colour never says goodbye.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2011
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The Lord I found, was always there,
Forever love, forever life.
Derry's Heart Poems © 2010
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The milky way-amazing time lapse video
Ten seconds of the video is about 2 hours 20 minutes in real time.
Late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient and so new; late have I loved you!
You could be in me, but I was outside; and I sought you outside and in my loneliness
fell upon those lovely things, the colour You made.
You were with me, but I was not with you....
You called me and cried to me and broke open my deafness; you sent forth your beams
and shone upon me and chased away my blindness;
you breathed your fragrance upon me,
and I drew in my breath and now I pant for you; I tasted you,
and now I hunger and thirst for you; you touched me,
and I burn for your peace.
Augustine
You could be in me, but I was outside; and I sought you outside and in my loneliness
fell upon those lovely things, the colour You made.
You were with me, but I was not with you....
You called me and cried to me and broke open my deafness; you sent forth your beams
and shone upon me and chased away my blindness;
you breathed your fragrance upon me,
and I drew in my breath and now I pant for you; I tasted you,
and now I hunger and thirst for you; you touched me,
and I burn for your peace.
Augustine
Middle click- this is beautiful ~ Just Colors
~ If God Forgot ~
Imagine earth, all colourless
Imagine black and white
Imagine if He plain forgot-
What would our world be like
`blossoms'
~ A NEW DAY OF COLOUR ~
We are presented this gift of each colourful day, wrapped with coloured bows.
No matter what the day brings....
Every day when we awaken, every morning is a Present...
It is not always what we hope for...
But it is the best for us, what we need most, what we have to learn...what we need to grow....
Open your present every day, giving thanks to your Creator, Lord Jesus Christ,
who gave it to you.
If today you do not receive the present you wanted, give thanks for what you received,
for the only way you can cope is to give thanks that God knows better..
Tomorrow... open your present with love and enthusiasm, because each day the life plan for you
will come, beautifully wrapped for you....
God gives us each day what we need.....
And that is good.
May you have a day full of blessings, in the loving presence of your Creator.
And may the present of every day bring you peace, spiritual growth, and enlightment
on all that we still have to learn about every day, and the plan He has for us... every day....
Melissa Herrera Ozkan
We are presented this gift of each colourful day, wrapped with coloured bows.
No matter what the day brings....
Every day when we awaken, every morning is a Present...
It is not always what we hope for...
But it is the best for us, what we need most, what we have to learn...what we need to grow....
Open your present every day, giving thanks to your Creator, Lord Jesus Christ,
who gave it to you.
If today you do not receive the present you wanted, give thanks for what you received,
for the only way you can cope is to give thanks that God knows better..
Tomorrow... open your present with love and enthusiasm, because each day the life plan for you
will come, beautifully wrapped for you....
God gives us each day what we need.....
And that is good.
May you have a day full of blessings, in the loving presence of your Creator.
And may the present of every day bring you peace, spiritual growth, and enlightment
on all that we still have to learn about every day, and the plan He has for us... every day....
Melissa Herrera Ozkan
~ Within The Dark ~
It may seem a storm doth rage ahead, of lashing wind and days of dread
We must endure, be overcome, for skies are grey and thunder drums
But in darkest hours, the more is felt, belief is truest, forming strength
There is a trust, a balm for fear, our Lord above can comfort tears
For cry we will, and cry we must, as we are weak and made of dust
But beauty's formed within the night, just think of photos that we like
Where is the colour, wonder made, but in the dark, when light doth fade
Then in the day what do we see, but eternal love in you and me
So be patient yet, our God's at hand, He's working yet, all has a plan
Within the storm, His way is best, He's making us, in HIM to rest
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
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Poetry from the Heart
"Where does your security lie?
Is God your refuge, your hiding place, your stronghold, your shepherd,
your counsellor, your friend, your Redeemer, your Saviour, your guide?
If He is, you don't need to search any further for security."
Elisabeth Elliot
It may seem a storm doth rage ahead, of lashing wind and days of dread
We must endure, be overcome, for skies are grey and thunder drums
But in darkest hours, the more is felt, belief is truest, forming strength
There is a trust, a balm for fear, our Lord above can comfort tears
For cry we will, and cry we must, as we are weak and made of dust
But beauty's formed within the night, just think of photos that we like
Where is the colour, wonder made, but in the dark, when light doth fade
Then in the day what do we see, but eternal love in you and me
So be patient yet, our God's at hand, He's working yet, all has a plan
Within the storm, His way is best, He's making us, in HIM to rest
Soft Whispers for you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
[email protected]
Poetry from the Heart
"Where does your security lie?
Is God your refuge, your hiding place, your stronghold, your shepherd,
your counsellor, your friend, your Redeemer, your Saviour, your guide?
If He is, you don't need to search any further for security."
Elisabeth Elliot
~ The Colourful Gift ~
If one day when you wake up, you find on your windowsill, a beautiful gift
you would open it before even washing your face,
curious about what was inside...
If it looks dull to you and you do not like it very much...
you might push it away, so you can't see it, wondering what to do with the gift...
But, the next day you find another present, you open it also.
Maybe this time you find something that you like very much...
A memory from someone who is far away...a lovely piece of music...a beautiful painting..
a charming piece of poetry...or a delicate flower from someone who remembered you...
This happens every day, but we do not realize it...
Every day when we awaken, it is there, before us, a present sent to us by God...
a whole day of wonderful colour, to bless us in the best possible way.
Sometimes we think it is a little off-colour, with problems, issues that we do not seem to be able to solve.
Sometimes it comes with sadness, challenges, even tears...
But at other times it comes full of surprises, happiness and achievements...
What is important is that every day we receive a present, wrapped especially for us while we sleep:
Melissa Herrera Ozkan
If one day when you wake up, you find on your windowsill, a beautiful gift
you would open it before even washing your face,
curious about what was inside...
If it looks dull to you and you do not like it very much...
you might push it away, so you can't see it, wondering what to do with the gift...
But, the next day you find another present, you open it also.
Maybe this time you find something that you like very much...
A memory from someone who is far away...a lovely piece of music...a beautiful painting..
a charming piece of poetry...or a delicate flower from someone who remembered you...
This happens every day, but we do not realize it...
Every day when we awaken, it is there, before us, a present sent to us by God...
a whole day of wonderful colour, to bless us in the best possible way.
Sometimes we think it is a little off-colour, with problems, issues that we do not seem to be able to solve.
Sometimes it comes with sadness, challenges, even tears...
But at other times it comes full of surprises, happiness and achievements...
What is important is that every day we receive a present, wrapped especially for us while we sleep:
Melissa Herrera Ozkan