How Can We Answer? What Can We Say?
In Littleton Colorado, snow fell softly all around.
Did God want to muffle the sobbing sound?
A late Spring snow fell all around.
Did God want to cleanse the blood soaked ground?
He cloaked Columbine High with a mantle of white.
Heaven's tears turned to snowflakes bright.
Angel songs...silent through the night.
Only God could turn darkness into light.
Beneath new fallen snow, encrusted like a glove
lay gifts from broken hearts - remembrances of love.
Every snowflake which fell from above...
as different from each other, as eagle from dove.
So was each soul God met that day, unexpectedly so,
Unique individuals, precious to know.
''Welcome Home! How you make Heaven glow.''
Transformed in a moment, from sadness to song:
''Come join the chorus...come on, sing along.
Walk our golden streets with steps so strong.
Welcome, dear ones, This is where you belong.''
''You are safe from all storms - no more strife.
You've left earth below for a Heavenly life.
No more pain, death or fear, no sorrow or grief.
Only happiness now - you've turned a new leaf.''
''Your loved ones still cry - the whole world, too,
missing teacher and children as dawn breaks anew.
'Graduation Day' came early for you,
joining Heaven's throng with lives brand new!''
The snow has melted and gone away,
but seared memories are here to stay.
''Why, oh why? asked over each day.
How can we answer? - What can we say?
copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney
"A time to be born and a time to die."
GOD
holds the answer
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To loving family and friends
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To Question or Not To Question
On May 7th, Janet Gosney turned eighty!
Now here's a thought that's pretty weighty:
Some predict we will make it to 'one fifty!'
My question:
"Who thinks 'one fifty' is nifty?"
I'll gladly go when my time is up.
After all, I'm no young 'pup!'
Eight decades is a long time 'to be'
My question:
" How much longer can you put up with me?"
However, I belong to GOD...I'm His to command.
Ages have passed since His schedule was planned:
"...A time to be born and a time to die."
Not mine to question,
"When" nor "Why"
Years ago a clear glimpse of Heaven I saw.
Such music I heard and what light!
Pure awe!!
I yearned to stay, begging not to come back.
Not mine to question - GOD was guiding my track.
What blessing I'd miss had I slipped away.
GOD alone nudged me back to earth that day.
No questioning His Plan,
full of surprises - privileges, too.
Such a s growing old...knowing and loving You!!
copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney,2006
Every Twilight Each Sunset
As sunshine fades away...it becomes a twilight of life.
Where light is born from darkness, with the beauty it imparts.
A reflection of blessings and gifts from Him, never to depart!
A darkness that seems too void and so dark,
yet a room is there, where light shines more.
To kill death in the dark...
because within, dwells
The Loving Mercy of God's Heart,
for us, to have faith and adore!
Every sunshine each sunrise
comes every twilight each sunset.
In a journey of love, we mankind live.
Every sunshine each sunrise
comes every twilight each sunset.
In a journey with God, we mankind needs to hold.
Every sunshine each sunrise, comes every twilight each sunset.
An endless chain of life and rebirths, as every breathe breathes to be born!
A beginning and a newness to behold.
Each life, as it clings to
"The Vine"
like its branches, grows to form.
Each life breathes a forever, infinitely eternal, in life's garden.
Moulded, shaped, reshaped, refined, in a potter's house of
The Divine!
A gleaning field is there, as its harvest comes in bounty!
As every seed is made ready,
to cast off its life within, drifting gently...in an eternity!
Together, with its celebration of
life's bounty and beauty,
with the higher banquet of The LORD.
As we embrace humanity, the universe and
all
His Creations...
In its glorious purpose and majestic beauty!
copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari
CHRISTMAS 2007
My Master's Sunset
My Master's Sunset
When I am gone and I am cold,
weep not for me and dry those tears, it is
My Master's Sunset
and welcome, indeed!
I now leave you, all my beloved,
My Master's Sunset
is now upon me, with open arms and open heart.
My Master is here, to touch me,
to embrace me and to lift me.
My Master's Sunset
is now at hand, yes, I am sad and melancholy,
in a pensive mood too,
but I weep not because
My Master's Sunset
is galloping, and taking me to a distant shore,
where sadness is of no avail.
At last, I am with
My Master's Sunset.
Face to face and my longing to join Him,
is no stopping, no regrets, and no dismay.
So grieve not my children and my beloved,
my world of laughter is just beginning,
with cheers and unceasing melody.
And an unending joy, because I am now here, and
The Master's Sunset
is here to stay!
copyright@Charito S. Capiral-Benipayo, 2008
