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I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me That maybe we are stationed where God wants us to be. That the little place I'm filling is the reason for my birth And just to do the work I do, He sent me down to earth. If God had wanted otherwise I reckon He'd have made Me just a little different, Of worse or better grade. And since God knows and understands all things of land and sea, I fancy that he placed me here just where he wanted me. Sometimes I get to thinking, as my labor I review, That I should like a higher place with greater things to do. But I come to the conclusion when the envying is stilled, That the post to which God sent me is the post he wanted filled. So I plod along and struggle in the hope, when day is through, That I really am necessary to the things God wants to do. And there isn't any service I can give which I should scorn, For it may be just the reason God allowed that I be born.
"I never before knew the full value of trees. Under them I breakfast, dine, write, read and receive my company."
- Thomas Jefferson
DeeryCandlelight and Jasmine Teaby Elmera j. CartwrightThe night is chill but my hearth is warmIn this happy room of cheer and charm,Extending hospitalityWith candlelight and jasmine tea.The china is fragile, the sliver gleamsOn the lacy cloth like spring moonbeams,And the evening moves exquisitelyWhen there's candlelight and jasmine tea.Candied ginger and sugared bitsOf rose petals and violetsAre here if you'll but share with meThe candlelight and jasmine tea.It's an atmosphere where friendly heartsCan expound their dreams before they part,And the mood is set exoticallyWith candlelight and jasmine tea.It is chill tonight but my firelight glows;There's a cozy hearth to warm your toes.Oh, do come in and share with meThe candlelight and jasmine tea.
This poem was written by my Grandma. I was searching Google for information on her and I came across this posting. Did you happen to know her?
Thank you,
Christina Cartwright
Hi Christina, I got the lovely poem from Ideal Publications. I think it is perfect for this room. I did not know the author. I hope you are able to find more information about your grandmother.
~Deery
Remember. The Will of God will never take you...Where the grace of God cannot keep you,Where the arms of God cannot support you,Where the hands of God cannot mold you.Where the power of God cannot endow you.The will of God will never take you...Where the spirit of God cannot work through you,Where the riches of God cannot supply you,Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,Where the army of God cannot protect you.The will of God will never take you...Where the love of God cannot enfold you,Where the mercy of God cannot sustain you,Where the Word of God cannot feed you,Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.The will of God will never take you...Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
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Hi Deery, Thank you so much for responding. I remember she did have some of her poems published. She wrote poetry and was also an artist. I just was looking into my geneology and was looking up her name and found your post.
Thanks again for your reply and the info on the magazine.
Christina
That's a lovely poem, I'm so glad you found it! I might not have read it had you not appeared.
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A Country Woman's PleasureEdna Janques
A little sapling raised from seed,A fenced-in yard where she can feedA flock of yellow ducklings there,A quiet barnyard broad and squareWith a wide watering trough and well,An old cow with a dinted bell.
A country woman has a senseOf home within a sturdy fence.This house and barn, this bit of landIs something she can understandAs being part of all she knows,A garden patch, a budding rose.
The pasture is a fragrant place,Of meadow rue and Queen Anne's lace,A little stream that wanders byReflecting quiet bits of skyWhere little newborn things can runAnd kick their heels against the sun.
She knows the newly seeded fieldWill bring one day its precious yieldOf ripened corn or golden grainIn answer to the sun and rainAnd all is part of her somehow--The furrowed field, the scented mow.
Her simple pleasures and her toilAre rooted deep in country soil.
Nothing is impossible; the word itself says "I'm possible!"—Audrey Hepburn
Dear Deery, I am sitting here in the predawn light of the Blue Moon and I was thinking of a the lovely poems you so lovingly put in place. It is breathtaking to read each and every one and so inspiring to walk the words that others have written in rhythm and rhyme. To ponder the turn of phrase, with a cup of tea in hand, is such a blessing. Thank you, thank you, thank you, for this and so much more. Mary
Hi Mary, goodness time just seems to go faster and faster. I do mean to get more poems added. Hopefully one day soon. Enjoy your cup of tea and maybe I will see you in the Poem room soon. Hugs, Deery
Happiness depends on happenings; joy depends on Christ—Anonymous
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy Down in my heart Down in my heart Down in my heart I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy Down in my heart Down in my heart to stay.
Another joy quote from a friend. Love it. "I've got joy, joy, joy..." has been going thru my head today. ~Deery
"If you have no joy, there's a leak in your Christianity somewhere." ~Billy Sunday