crydun
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I submitted this to my local newspaper. Please pray that it gets published. Thanks in advance. Crydun
Some ideas are born, not made. Recently, I went on a real writing
binge. I wrote nine poems in two days. Most of the poems were about love as
the text glowed with positive energy. However, just when I thought I
had a theme going, the following words popped into my head out of
nowhere. Stand beside me night and day/ Walk beside me all the way. Hmmm, what
was this leading to, I wondered aloud. Before I could think of an
answer, the next four lines revealed themselves to me. The path that lies
ahead is one we all must trod/ If we are to be fed by the hand of God.
Okay, this was getting freaky. Sounded like somebody was going to die or
something. Before I could think any farther, the next stanza popped
into my mind. Hush now, dear ones. Don’t shed a tear. I’m heading home.
There’s nothing to fear.
I stared at the hastily scrawled words, dumbfounded. Where had this
come from? Before I could answer, more words flowed into the crevices of
my mind. This life is a journey from shore to shore/ When we reach the
other side we will weep no more. Compelled now by my own text, I waited
for the next stanza to come to me. This had definitely turned into a
poem about death and I had no clue where it was coming from. Without
warning, the last stanza revealed itself to me. Hush now, dear ones/ Ease
all your fears/ I’m heading home/ There’s no time for tears.
Such beautiful words, I thought. Many people could probably relate to
them. It was clear from the text that God was revealing something to me.
But, what? More importantly, what was the purpose? I went to bed that
night contemplating what I had just written, my mind filled with
questions.
The next day, I got my answer. A longtime friend of the family called.
Apparently, her sister in-law had took a turn for the worse and had to
be hospitalized. Everything was shutting down. They didn’t expect her
to live very long. She died the next evening. A new light dawned in my
brain. Was this in God’s plan? Perhaps in writing the poem, which I
titled No Time For Tears, God was preparing me for her death. Perhaps
through the words God had revealed to me, I could reach out to her husband.
God wasn’t done revealing His plan to me, however. Two days later, we
read in the paper that a friend of my father’s from his childhood had
lost his long battle with cancer. I took my poem, put it on fancy paper
and presented it to his widow. She held onto it for dear life and
thanked me profusely. Once again, I was able to minister to someone in need
through my words.
Three weeks later, we were at the funeral home again. The brother of
Dad’s childhood friend had lost his battle with cancer. Once again, I
presented the framed poem to his widow. She too, clung to it for dear
life. Others came up to me and desired their own copy. I was able to
minister to five families through one poem. Finally, I realized why God had
laid the words on my heart. He knew that I would use them to heal.
Never underestimate the power behind the choices we make. One choice,
good or bad, can make a big difference. If you hear a little voice
inside speaking to you, do not question it but listen with your heart.
Some ideas are born, not made. Recently, I went on a real writing
binge. I wrote nine poems in two days. Most of the poems were about love as
the text glowed with positive energy. However, just when I thought I
had a theme going, the following words popped into my head out of
nowhere. Stand beside me night and day/ Walk beside me all the way. Hmmm, what
was this leading to, I wondered aloud. Before I could think of an
answer, the next four lines revealed themselves to me. The path that lies
ahead is one we all must trod/ If we are to be fed by the hand of God.
Okay, this was getting freaky. Sounded like somebody was going to die or
something. Before I could think any farther, the next stanza popped
into my mind. Hush now, dear ones. Don’t shed a tear. I’m heading home.
There’s nothing to fear.
I stared at the hastily scrawled words, dumbfounded. Where had this
come from? Before I could answer, more words flowed into the crevices of
my mind. This life is a journey from shore to shore/ When we reach the
other side we will weep no more. Compelled now by my own text, I waited
for the next stanza to come to me. This had definitely turned into a
poem about death and I had no clue where it was coming from. Without
warning, the last stanza revealed itself to me. Hush now, dear ones/ Ease
all your fears/ I’m heading home/ There’s no time for tears.
Such beautiful words, I thought. Many people could probably relate to
them. It was clear from the text that God was revealing something to me.
But, what? More importantly, what was the purpose? I went to bed that
night contemplating what I had just written, my mind filled with
questions.
The next day, I got my answer. A longtime friend of the family called.
Apparently, her sister in-law had took a turn for the worse and had to
be hospitalized. Everything was shutting down. They didn’t expect her
to live very long. She died the next evening. A new light dawned in my
brain. Was this in God’s plan? Perhaps in writing the poem, which I
titled No Time For Tears, God was preparing me for her death. Perhaps
through the words God had revealed to me, I could reach out to her husband.
God wasn’t done revealing His plan to me, however. Two days later, we
read in the paper that a friend of my father’s from his childhood had
lost his long battle with cancer. I took my poem, put it on fancy paper
and presented it to his widow. She held onto it for dear life and
thanked me profusely. Once again, I was able to minister to someone in need
through my words.
Three weeks later, we were at the funeral home again. The brother of
Dad’s childhood friend had lost his battle with cancer. Once again, I
presented the framed poem to his widow. She too, clung to it for dear
life. Others came up to me and desired their own copy. I was able to
minister to five families through one poem. Finally, I realized why God had
laid the words on my heart. He knew that I would use them to heal.
Never underestimate the power behind the choices we make. One choice,
good or bad, can make a big difference. If you hear a little voice
inside speaking to you, do not question it but listen with your heart.
