Guest guest Posted December 10, 1999 Report Share Posted December 10, 1999 A small piece of encouragement from Patty B. " The Old Rusty Bucket " There is an old water bucket, Lying out beside the fence, why anyone would keep it, to me just made no sense. The bottom is so rusty, no water will it hold, the handle is all twisted, the bucket is so old. for many years I kept it, for the good that it had been, It used to serve a purpose, but that was way back then. Now it's just an eyesore, a useless piece of rusty tin, I thought that I would trash it, with other junk and then... I heard the sound of thunder in the distant sky, and then a softer, sweeter sound, And this one was near by. It was the sound of summer raindrops beating a rhythm like a drum, I listened in amazement and then began to hum. I noticed a sparrow taking refuge underneath a big green tree and he began to sing along.. with the raindrops and with me. I saw the leaves were dancing and flowers swayed, beautiful and bold as raindrops on an old rusty bucket made music to cheer the soul. I lifted my eyes toward Heaven and thanked My father there For teaching me this lesson and now with you I share. I was feeling just as useless as that bucket seemed to be Just going through a season of thinking no one needed me. But then I was reminded that to give an encouraging word or a smile Could mean the world to others and that makes my life worthwhile. all things serve a purpose, so look around and consider again.. the things you thought were useless like the rusty bucket made of tin. author unknown Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 13, 2003 Report Share Posted January 13, 2003 Congratulations on getting your poem published. Maybe this will inspire you to add writing poetry again to your already busy life. Martha A . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2003 Report Share Posted November 23, 2003 Yes , keep up the poems . They really touch my feelings. Thanks, Zoella " When He was on the cross, You were on His mind. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 23, 2003 Report Share Posted November 23, 2003 Hi everyone, I too am enjoying the poetry. Although some of it is depressing, I think creative expression is a great therapuetic tool for some of us. I know that all of us, at some point or other, have experienced severe depression and questioned " why me " . In my opinion, it is far healthier for us to express ourselves than to let these feelings fester inside. On a positive note, I am almost in complete remission...I stopped working 55 hours a week, and am down to 25 hours...having the 2 extra days a week to rest has made all the difference in the world, with no medication beyond Bextra and some non prescription supplements. I realize everyone is different, and I am lucky to have great disability insurance, but I encourage everyone...don't underestimate the power of rest! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 26, 2003 Report Share Posted November 26, 2003 In a message dated 11/26/03 1:40:15 PM Eastern Standard Time, rachelviognier@... writes: << and I am lucky to have great disability insurance, >> , How long does your long term go for? What will you do after that? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 29, 2003 Report Share Posted November 29, 2003 Hi ...once I get through the short term " elimination " period of 90 days, my policy lasts 2 years, after which they will re-evaluate. However, the insurance company is looking to see if you can be " rehabilitated " into another type of work. My plan is to do what I currently do, just do it as a consultant at 25 hours a week vs the 55 I was working. Both my rheumy and the disability counselor at work say that I shouldn't have trouble getting the disability approved after 2 years because I will be working and as fully rehabilitated as I will ever get, because the restriction I have is number of hours worked. I went into remission after 3 weeks of working 25 hours, and I mean a complete remission with no pain, just stiffness still in one of my fingers. It's unbelievable. Since the only drug option I have right now is mtx, I'd much rather work less than start that...this way, I also get myself to the gym and the pool enough to keep up the exercise, and I really rest two days out of the week. I know there are a lot of people on the board who don't agree that this can work, but I really think some of it is having the mental time and space to do the things we need to do to control this disease. Anyway, enough about me, how are you doing? Sounds like the Enbrel is working well for you...maybe in a few years they will have completed the studies on how it impacts polyautoimmune and my dr will let me give it a try... Take care of yourself! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Jan, This poem is beautifull. And it says it all.....Marina --- In , " Jan =^..^= " <azmomacat2@y...> wrote: > This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > > > Celestial Wings of Prayer > > As softly as the dove doth fly > Across this land so free > As steadfast as a ship that sails > Across a tranquil sea. > > As soothing as a summer rain > That falls upon the ground > As wondrous as a drop of dew > In morning list is found. > > > > As tender as a baby's kiss > Upon a mother's cheek > As sturdy as a father's hands > Where strength we often seek. > > As lovely as a blooming rose > Upon a climbing vine > As steady as the heart that beats > Within this breast of mine. > > > > As humble as a beggar's plea > Upon a listening ear > As caring as the one who kindly > Wipes away a tear. > > As fragile as a new born colt > Who tries to find his way > As graceful as a stately swan > One fine September day. > > > > As gentle as the rush of wings > Of angels bound in flight > As sacred as the eastern sky > That shone one holy night. > > As vital as the Book of life > You'll find a refuge there > As precious as the Lamb of God > The celestial wings of prayer. > > ~Marilyn Ferguson~ > Copyright 2002 > > > > > > > ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Jan, This poem is beautifull. And it says it all.....Marina > This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > > > Celestial Wings of Prayer > > As softly as the dove doth fly > Across this land so free > As steadfast as a ship that sails > Across a tranquil sea. > > As soothing as a summer rain > That falls upon the ground > As wondrous as a drop of dew > In morning list is found. > > > > As tender as a baby's kiss > Upon a mother's cheek > As sturdy as a father's hands > Where strength we often seek. > > As lovely as a blooming rose > Upon a climbing vine > As steady as the heart that beats > Within this breast of mine. > > > > As humble as a beggar's plea > Upon a listening ear > As caring as the one who kindly > Wipes away a tear. > > As fragile as a new born colt > Who tries to find his way > As graceful as a stately swan > One fine September day. > > > > As gentle as the rush of wings > Of angels bound in flight > As sacred as the eastern sky > That shone one holy night. > > As vital as the Book of life > You'll find a refuge there > As precious as the Lamb of God > The celestial wings of prayer. > > ~Marilyn Ferguson~ > Copyright 2002 > > > > > > > ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Just beautiful, Jan, Thanks for sharing. Hugs June ----- Original Message ----- From: Jan =^..^= This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celestial Wings of Prayer As softly as the dove doth fly Across this land so free As steadfast as a ship that sails Across a tranquil sea. As soothing as a summer rain That falls upon the ground As wondrous as a drop of dew In morning list is found. As tender as a baby's kiss Upon a mother's cheek As sturdy as a father's hands Where strength we often seek. As lovely as a blooming rose Upon a climbing vine As steady as the heart that beats Within this breast of mine. As humble as a beggar's plea Upon a listening ear As caring as the one who kindly Wipes away a tear. As fragile as a new born colt Who tries to find his way As graceful as a stately swan One fine September day. As gentle as the rush of wings Of angels bound in flight As sacred as the eastern sky That shone one holy night. As vital as the Book of life You'll find a refuge there As precious as the Lamb of God The celestial wings of prayer. ~Marilyn Ferguson~ Copyright 2002 ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Just beautiful, Jan, Thanks for sharing. Hugs June ----- Original Message ----- From: Jan =^..^= This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celestial Wings of Prayer As softly as the dove doth fly Across this land so free As steadfast as a ship that sails Across a tranquil sea. As soothing as a summer rain That falls upon the ground As wondrous as a drop of dew In morning list is found. As tender as a baby's kiss Upon a mother's cheek As sturdy as a father's hands Where strength we often seek. As lovely as a blooming rose Upon a climbing vine As steady as the heart that beats Within this breast of mine. As humble as a beggar's plea Upon a listening ear As caring as the one who kindly Wipes away a tear. As fragile as a new born colt Who tries to find his way As graceful as a stately swan One fine September day. As gentle as the rush of wings Of angels bound in flight As sacred as the eastern sky That shone one holy night. As vital as the Book of life You'll find a refuge there As precious as the Lamb of God The celestial wings of prayer. ~Marilyn Ferguson~ Copyright 2002 ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Hi Jan, Do you have any about the Bhudda? June Dixon <juner24@...> wrote: Just beautiful, Jan, Thanks for sharing. Hugs June ----- Original Message ----- From: Jan =^..^= This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celestial Wings of Prayer As softly as the dove doth fly Across this land so free As steadfast as a ship that sails Across a tranquil sea. As soothing as a summer rain That falls upon the ground As wondrous as a drop of dew In morning list is found. As tender as a baby's kiss Upon a mother's cheek As sturdy as a father's hands Where strength we often seek. As lovely as a blooming rose Upon a climbing vine As steady as the heart that beats Within this breast of mine. As humble as a beggar's plea Upon a listening ear As caring as the one who kindly Wipes away a tear. As fragile as a new born colt Who tries to find his way As graceful as a stately swan One fine September day. As gentle as the rush of wings Of angels bound in flight As sacred as the eastern sky That shone one holy night. As vital as the Book of life You'll find a refuge there As precious as the Lamb of God The celestial wings of prayer. ~Marilyn Ferguson~ Copyright 2002 ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 Hi Jan, Do you have any about the Bhudda? June Dixon <juner24@...> wrote: Just beautiful, Jan, Thanks for sharing. Hugs June ----- Original Message ----- From: Jan =^..^= This poem was written by an acquaintance of mine who has written many such pieces equally nice. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celestial Wings of Prayer As softly as the dove doth fly Across this land so free As steadfast as a ship that sails Across a tranquil sea. As soothing as a summer rain That falls upon the ground As wondrous as a drop of dew In morning list is found. As tender as a baby's kiss Upon a mother's cheek As sturdy as a father's hands Where strength we often seek. As lovely as a blooming rose Upon a climbing vine As steady as the heart that beats Within this breast of mine. As humble as a beggar's plea Upon a listening ear As caring as the one who kindly Wipes away a tear. As fragile as a new born colt Who tries to find his way As graceful as a stately swan One fine September day. As gentle as the rush of wings Of angels bound in flight As sacred as the eastern sky That shone one holy night. As vital as the Book of life You'll find a refuge there As precious as the Lamb of God The celestial wings of prayer. ~Marilyn Ferguson~ Copyright 2002 ~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 --- In , Bluemeany101 <p_manglona@y...> wrote: > Hi Jan, > > Do you have any about the Bhudda? I, too, would enjoy Buddhist or other Eastern thoughts. S. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 3, 2004 Report Share Posted September 3, 2004 > Hi Jan, > > Do you have any about the Bhudda? I, too, would enjoy Buddhist or other Eastern thoughts. S. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 4, 2004 Report Share Posted September 4, 2004 Perhaps bluemeany has some she/he would like to share, I would also welcome them. Hugs June [ ] Re: Poetry > Hi Jan, > > Do you have any about the Bhudda? I, too, would enjoy Buddhist or other Eastern thoughts. S. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 4, 2004 Report Share Posted September 4, 2004 Perhaps bluemeany has some she/he would like to share, I would also welcome them. Hugs June [ ] Re: Poetry > Hi Jan, > > Do you have any about the Bhudda? I, too, would enjoy Buddhist or other Eastern thoughts. S. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 1, 2005 Report Share Posted February 1, 2005 To those with creative writing skills ( and Jo)...can I save your works and publish them in future editions of the FACES Newsletter?? Donna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 1, 2005 Report Share Posted February 1, 2005 Donna my work is your work as always.. I just write because sometimes thinking gets to hard.. writing lets it all out and I can continue living a semi normal life without all those thoughts crowding my head. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 14, 2009 Report Share Posted March 14, 2009 Thanks , that was a fistful of wisdom, so beautifully put to rhyme. xoxox Lottie " The greatest obstacle in our journey is closing the window to light and detachment to the rest of the world. " (by Me) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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