Have you ever had that lonely achethat crushes the heart till it's likely to breakthat crying out for the human touchto fill the gap that has grieved you much?Then suddenly, around the bend you meet a friendjust when you thought it was the end!You clasp each other's hands, a joyous thrill envelopes you!You, who thought the night was dark!But, all you needed was the magic spark!Now you know that heaven awaits around the bend!Where skies are blue and wild flowers blend!The blue birds sing and you have found a friendAround The Bend!______________________________________________It's been so long since I have posted a poem.Thought today was a good day to write and share a poem.I hope that maybe I might have a few of my friends stop on by to read it.I think I'm probably long forgotten, as I have not been able to visit you all very much.I'll be back to posting on a more regular basis in the Fall.Take care, dear friends!Margie:)**Update**Thanks to all you sweet people that have visited me!I'm sorry I've had no time to come by and visit all of you, or even reply to your wonderful comments on this post!I'm leaving for Nova Scotia, Canada Aug 23rd and will be back home Sept 6th.I'm so looking forward to my trip!!!!!Hope so much to get back to posting shortly after I return.Enjoy the rest of your Summer and enjoy each and every moment of your life!Take care!Be happy!Hugs and smiles to all of you!Margie:)
Because you are my friend, my heart containsa peacefulness I never knew before.I do not seem to mind life's blows and pains . . .They do not seem to hurt me anymore!I do not feel as lonely nor as blueas once I did when days seemed without end, for now the hours are filled with thoughts of you, and I am glad, because you are my friend!Because you are my friend, the whole world seems more beautiful than I had thought it was . . .Sometimes I cannot tell the real from dreams,Nor do I care , because . . . well, just because!One thing I know, you seem to understandall of the faults I try so hard to mend!Nor have you failed as yet to lend a handwhen needed most, because you are my friend!Because you are my friend, I feel I owna wealth that far excels all earthly things . . .The song of life that none should sing alone . . .The symphony of souls that friendship brings . . .And as I journey on life's winding road . . .with someone true on whom I can depend . . .I walk with lighter feet and lesser load . . .and happier heart, because you are my friend!Because you are my friend, I know that I have found a refuge from the storms of strife . . .And like a rainbow's trail across the sky . . .You color all the drabness in my life . . .The flowers you have strewn along the way . . .perfume my path wherever I may wend . . .I guess there's nothing else that I can say . . .except give thanks, because you are MY FRIEND!_____________________________________________________________Hi everyone!I am going to be taking an extended break . . . probably be back in the Fall!Life is soooo busy for me now, but it's all good!I'll drop in to visit all of you now and then.Hope you all have a wonderful spring and summer!Hugs and best wishes for much joy in your lives!See you later!Margie:)
Happiness . . . holding handswith suspended time . . .flickering flames casting shadows of dreams . . .Remembering yesterday's stolen kiss . . .Or, seeing the exuberance of undaunted youthexcited in their own discoveries.Happiness . . . counting colors in Autumn's leaves . . .Tasting rain that relievesa long dry period . . .Listening to the windwhistling outside a snug cabin . . .Or, basking in the warmth of rocking a baby to sleep.Happiness . . . that state of beingwhich is so solid in the contentment . . .of quiet hours and so alive in the breath of bustling activity. . . But more than anything else the realization that the giftof life is yours to enjoy.______________________________________________________________Hi, to all of you . . . my special blogger friends.I am taking a break from blogging for about a month or so.Need to give lots of attention to our newest family member, Jake.Having a puppy is wonderful , but lots of work too.Also, our son will be leaving us soon for college, and I don't want to miss any of the special times we will be sharing . . . those moments will never come again, and I can't miss a single second spent with him.Just not enough time now . . . for writing . . . or visiting your wonderful blogs . . .Will try and visit now and then. . .Will miss all of you . . . Till I return. . . Be happy . . . take care . . . enjoy life . . . and be well.Love to all!Margie :)
The way to nowhere is a beautiful roadthat winds through the Garden of Fairest Dreams . . .No pebbles of Cares are ever found there . . .And Nature with softest rays of soul light gleams!Where the highway to Nowhere comes to an endthere gorgeous flowers of haunting Heartsease grow . . .and rest lies deep within the shadows that creep . . .in the land where the winds of contentment blow!There are no hours of time in this magic landFor the sun never rises, nor does it set . . .For the light that shines apart comes from the heart . . .in the throbbing breasts of those who live . . .in the land of "Contentment, No Cares, No Fret!"
The love a dog will give to youremains a thing forever true . . .Nothing in the world can dim itcompletely yours, every minute . . .Constant as the day is longSuch a love is forever strong . . .All you have to do to earn itis take it, cherish and return it!(Dedicated to Jake . . . my new Best Friend!)
Caged like a bird with drooping wingsmy heart kept fluttering deep within . . .One day it broke the prison walls . . .and let the God of love come in!And now my heart just sings and sings!
I like the radiance of the sunand the friends in my life . . . that add so much joy and fun!I like the beacon in the lightand the stars at night.I like the ebb in the tideand the ocean deep and wide.I like the ripple in the seaand the thrill that's left to me.I like the silver in the moonand the summer's sweet bloom!
His name is Jake. He became a member of our family today! We are so thrilled and happy to have him join our family! I would write a poem about him, but, the little guy tired me out today. Jake is sleeping now, after a very busy day. I guess I had better get to bed, as I know Jake will be waking me up soon!
Jumbled thoughts, gushing, rushingpertrubing, distrubing,this mind of mine for an outlet.Wording, phrasing, sentencing.Periods, commas, question marks,No polish - just words!Life is like that 'til we give it a pitch
Then comes music - harmony, improvised!
May you always have the courage of the violet
sweet and brave . . . peeping out, as if to say . . .
There is nothing small or great
can keep me down today!
Here's to the friends of yesterdayWe know not where they are . . .But the fragrance of their friendship . . .steals to us from afar.Here's to their smiles and happy songs . . .that mingled with our own.Here's to the loving thoughts we sendto them, when we're alone.And though we cannot see themTonight, we know they're here. The knowledge of their presencecomes to us, sweet and clear.Though they are absent and silent . . .With us, many a vacant chair . . .like the vase, all shattered and broken . . .the rose fragrance lingers there!
Come sweet springtime, oh springtime come quicklyBanish the chilly winds of winter again . . .Open your doors of your treasures . . .to gladden the souls who are weary of winter's reign!Touch with your soft carressing fingersthe buds that are swelling on shrub and tree . . .Linger a while among the birches . . .Waken them from their dormancy!Stop a while to flirt with the maplesWhisper sweet nothings where willows sway . . .Sing to all creatures a song of gladness . . .Loosen the bonds of winter today!With magic touch awaken the flowersBeckon the birds to sing to me . . .Smile on the face of the ice bound rivers . . .And send them tumbling down to the sea!For we are weary, weary of winterIts charms have faded and are no more . . .Come sweet springtime, oh springtime come quickly . . .Bring us the joys we are looking for!
Oh, the beauties of earth enslave meI have searched so often in vain . ..for the first wild woodland blossoms . . .awakened by April's warm rain.I have stood for hours enrapturedby the sights and sounds of spring . . .I am a slave to the wild, sweet music . . .of song birds on the wing.Only last night I stood spellboundat the evening sky's display . . .where the red-bordered sun was sinking . . .as it bid farwell to the day.And its beauty ensnared my senses . . .and a vision came to me then . . .of a stairway leading to heaven's gate . . .that could be traveled by children, women and men.But the flaming sky drew its mantle of duskto hide the glory from view . . .And the night grew dark , yet the spell remained . . .until I felt the first kiss of the morning dew!
When clouds break in a dreary skyand birds toward sheltered branches fly . . .I sit in weary solitude . . .engulfed by some enchanted mood.The grayness that fortells a storm . . .stirs feelings in my veins so warm.Through half-closed lids I watch the worry . . .of countless clouds that seem to hurry.The will of Him who cautions all . . .shall soon command the rain to fall.And as the drops slowly hit the ground . . .It makes such a musically pleasant sound.While others fret and wish for warm . . .I'm quite happy in a pensive storm!
Oh, leave the darknessCome out and dance in the sunshine . . .with the yellow butterflies . . .Let us follow the little path . . .along the side of the hill . . .to where the wild white lilies . . .hide in clumps of grass . . .and a thousand dragonflies . . .glisten in their flight.Oh, leave the darknessCome out and dance in the sunshine . . .with the yellow butterflies!
O, Cupid took a shining dartand feathered it with love . . .and wove a magc spell . . .with all the stars above.Then he put the moonlightinto the summer sky . . .and stirred the breath of roses . . .as we were passing by.Then he bent his golden bowfrom the bow-string sped the dart!And when Love's arrow came to rest . . .I found it in my heart!(Dedicated to the love of my life.... my sweet husband!!!!)
The most beautiful priceless gems of arthang not in splendor in great Halls of Fame . . .or in galleries where skills of hand . . .has won for many a much honored name!They're in yon forests, the distant clouds, the skyWaterfall, bird, beast, and even the sod . . .In the rippling leaves and the trembling wind . . .The work of the hand of Almighty God!There's no human hand that can paint His workAnd no living voice can ever declare . . .The living beauty . . . only enraptured hearts . . .Can know the pricelessness that is painted there!Man has succeeded with priceless gems of artAnd endowed with the greatest of skill . . .But when compared with the incomparable creation of God . . .The most gifted of all is but feeble still!
We live in hope each day and strive to mendthe breaking threads of sorrow and despair . . .With hope we finish to the very end . . .And weave a finish that is bright and fair.High lights and shadows, lend a masterpieceA depth of beauty and a richer tone . . .Light hues gain strength, intensity increased . . .when placed by somber hues and not alone.With hope we ever strive to reach the lightthat guides us through the path of love and peace . . .Though shadows veil the beauty from our sight . . .Our faith in the divine, shall never cease!
Above pale portals of the dawnLong scarlet lighted curtains now are drawn.The crescent moon of silver gleams afarAmong the galaxies of fading stars. Their happy songs of praise A symphony to heaven raise.Oh, would that everyone could be as theyThese lovely birds that sing for each new day!
Just listen to the whispers in the quietof the dawn . . .A thousand little muffled sounds alongthe winds are born. . .The gentle rustling of a tree, the trembling leaves that sigh. . .The reed that bends and quivers whenthe breeze goes laughing by . . .And in the silence of the hour when twilight shadows fall. . . when sunset spreads its golden cloakof raidance over all.The air is full of whispers, littlevoices scarcely heard . . .The tinkling of the elfin bells, the calling of a bird . . .And in the silence of the soul whenwe are all alone. . .God speaks to us in whispers, in a language of His own . . .Above the loud confusion of the mind and of the will . . .A gentle voice breathes through the heart and whispers . . ."Peace . . . be still."
She's always here when I need herI lean my head on her breast. . .Though the universe be in chaos . . .With her I find my rest!She listens to my troubleswhen all the world is wrong . . .And simply by her memory fills my heart with a song!She takes my hand in hersAnd holds it firm and tight . . .When life is filled with darkness . . .Her love is a ray of light!That's why, when I'm aloneAnd worries pile up on me . . . I visit and tell her all my troubles . . .Though it's only in memory!
Sometimes your presence seems just likethe warming healing sun . . .when stiff and sore, and damp and chilledat last the night is done.And then at times, it seems, Sweetheartlike gently falling rain . . .A sweet refreshing, driving outdiscouragement and pain!
Dear God, so many spring-timesI've seen break from winter's sleep . . .that my faith is firm that bulbletsa sure rendezvous will keep.With the great, warm sun, that's callingto each frozen dormant thing . . ."Wake up, and greet the spring-timeand hear the brave birds sing!"God, help sad hearts, all frozenin the winter of their pain . . .Wake up to another spring-timeand greet the birds again.Grant that sorrow's icy fettersmelt, and fall like rain - and then . . .make their hearts bloom like lush gardenssweet with lilies fair - Amen!
I walked with love along the wayAnd oh, it was a lovely day!Lovely skies with clouds of white . . .Lovely grass with trees and flowers . . .Lovely birds to sing their songs . . .of peace and harmony and love.The loveliness of love appeared . . .awakening my heart to newness of thought . . .and I knew Love walked with me!
Yes, beauty is morethan skin deep.Sometimes glimpses are caughtof a beauty that liesin the heart .. .What a comforting thought!
The world is big and round, and ifI do not like one side of it .. .I spin it round with just a biff . . .And try the other side a bit.And if when it's been turned aboutI do not like it very well . . .I turn the whole world inside out . . .And try it that way for a spell.And then if everything seems wrongI put the whole world on the shelf . . .And take a microscope along . . .And take a good look at myself!
Why is it, when the wind blows with a mournful sighour hearts are sad, as though we too would cry . . .But when it whispers soft and low . . .through leafy trees, we love it so.Wildly blowing with no clouds across the skyBut just the clear, cold and azure blue . . .'Tis then we wish to roam or like a bird fly high . . .until we too, are lost from view.Drifting fleecy clouds, all soft and whiteThe shining sun, so warm and bright . . .Throwing heat waves o'er the fields of grain . . .Contented we dream, and build new hope again.
Sometimes . . . when I walk alone at nightunder the trees . . .with the sky, star-sprinkled above meI feel as tho' God were walking by my side . . .I can hear His breath in the rustling leavesHis voice in the soft note of a sleepy bird . . .and my heart within me throbs with joy"Oh God," I whisper"I thank Thee that I live!"
I stood on the top of a hillat dusk, when all was still . . .Heaven seemed to be so near . . .If I should pray, God serely then would hear.I watched the dusk fade into nightand soon the stars, like candle lights . . .were gleaming in the sky . . .as though guiding, each wanderer passing by.
One January, we sat beside the firemother and I, talking old times over again . . .Outside the wind rose high and higher . . .Snow whispered against the windowpane.Another January, there is no fire can warmmy heart, for as the wild winds rave . . .'tis buried 'neath the ground where . . .snow whispers 'round her lonely grave.
Of all the joys in this world I've foundFriendship sincere finds place with the bestFriendship pure as the whitest rose . . .Rich as the gold of a sunset cloudRefreshing as the breeze of a cool spring mornTrue as the blue of the clearest sky . . .With beauty as vast as the starry HeavensSuch friendship we find is inspired by God!
Today . . . like an intermissionwhen time hangs a curtainbetween some vivid memoryand the "still to be" . . .and we gaze half-tenseat things not certainwith hope, and yet suspense.
Love is such an airy thinga fairy bubble . . .a gossamer wing . . .to be handled . . .with the lightest touch . . .too heavy a hand . . .and it loses its gleam . . .as a butterfly wing . . .loses its sheen . . .when the down rubs off.
I love the nightit holds a magica gift of beautythat grips the heart!Her majesty - the moon -serenely movesamong the starsher subjects!Casting her wan smile over humanitylingering fondlyon young lovers!The fleecy cloudsimplishly scatteras her smile breaks throughin silver glory!
My shuttle of life is weavinga carpet that ever will weara carpet of love to spread at your feetto smooth your path of care!My shuttle is threaded with loveof wee cords twisted tightof love for you in the waking hourslove's dream in the dim-lit night!My shuttle of love is weavingin threads of sunshine golda carpet of love where you may walk as the puzzles of life unfold!
There are moments in life one never forgets . . .like the fleeting rainbow's huepassing you by so swiftly , and yettheir memory is the world to you.They are the gems we so greatly treasure hidden away in "Memory's Chest"perhaps a word spoken in idle leisureby one you loved the best!Perhaps it was the touch of a baby's handgently playing with your hairwhile evening breezes cooled the landjoy and peace was everywhere!Perhaps 'twas a kiss, just lightly givenwithout a thought of careyet to you, it was like a glimpse of heaventhe sweetness lingering forever there!
Just beyond - a little waythere is a land, they saywhere dwell the souls we lovedthrough the years, the months the hours of yesterday.Love's gentle touch is goneand the hand-clasp, no more is ours to grasp.But, memories, sweet memories living onreach out beyond - andbring that land afar - so nearthat we can understand - and hear again - the voices that journeyed ona-calling back the message clear -Grieve not - dear hearts - becalm and carry onLove is living - waiting - just beyond!
Gone for a while!I am going to visit my sister, who is sick!Hope to be back soon!Take care!Margie
A tiny acorn makes a treeA seed becomes a flower . . .And minutes linked togetherMake up every hour.Stones pile up into mountainsGrains of sand make up the beach . . .Trees together make a forestSo nature does her lesson teach.All of life, when segregatedmay seem meaningless and small . . .but as a part of God's great universethere's purpose there for all!
We were sweethearts, you and Iin a time that seems long past.You were young and handsomewhen I found love at last.Each time I saw you comingmy heart was all aglow!I felt I couldn't love you more-How little did I know.Time has passed and now my life with you is so beautiful today.But, now, when I see you comingmy heart glows in a different way!Young love's a stream dancing meerilyA ripple of constant delight!While older love is a deep steady riverthat flows with strength and might!With the passing of youthmany hearts feel love is donebut older love brings a new beautya beauty like the brightest and most blazing sun!
Are you restless? Go to the hills. . .The path winds up to the bluewhere the wind will blow until it stills. . .all doubts in the heart of you.Are you tired? Then seek the trees . . .The pines will whisper and singand a weary soul can find its ease . . .in the peace their song will bring.Are you happy? Then stay where you are . . .And let your joy shine throughso all who come from near and far . . .may share, and be happy too!