Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Love Can Make a Difference!

My daughter is getting married in one month. Things will change after she and her beloved say "I do." Her love for her husband will grow and she will prefer him more. But that's good. That is the way it should be. She has been and will continue to be a kind and gracious daughter.

Still, I will miss my little girl. She has brought me much joy, especially when she shares stories with me of her hospital work as a nurse. Her stories often make me laugh and demonstrate to me my daughter's strong character and good common sense.

To celebrate her up-coming marriage I am posting a love poem because love makes life wonderful. It can make a simple moment in an otherwise dull day, a moment to treasure forever.

Because of Your Love


Sometimes it feels like summer,
Even on a winter day;
It happens when you smile at me
Or look a certain way.

Sometimes I feel the sunshine
When it's raining from the sky;
It happens when you hold my hand
And when I hear you sigh.

Sometimes it feels like heaven,
Where my every dream comes true;
It happens when you look at me
And say, "I love you, too."


Patricia Ann Emme

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Is God Real


The American poet, Emily Dickinson, hardly left her home in the mid 1800's, yet her insights into everyday life are astounding.  To think is a gift from God and he gave this gift to everyone.  Yet, not everyone uses this gift wisely. I find it surprising that Emily understood much about human behavior even though she was a bit of a recluse and had no radio or television or internet.

Watching television uses little brain power. Too much of that will dull the mind. Doing puzzles, word games, reading and hand coordination games is good for the soul as well as the mind. It's also good for each person to question, to ponder and to converse with others their thoughts and ideas so that they can build a better life for themselves and a better world for those that follow. Emily spent a lot of time thinking and her poems demonstrate that.



I never saw a Moor
-by Emily Dickinson-

I never saw a Moor-
I never saw the Sea-
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven-
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given-