Thursday, February 23, 2012
The sun arose this morning
against a clear, blue sky
The birds sing a new song
a sign that spring is nigh
Trees awaken from their sleep
and long winter's rest
Tulips raise their little heads
all fancy, frilly and dressed
Meadows are green and lush
sparkling with morning dew
Daffodils join the parade
of spring's march brand new
Dogwoods will soon reign
in snow covered bloom
Honeysuckle will cast a spell
of sweet, fragrant perfume
A fresh and welcome breeze
spring is such a thrill
Winter's last whimsical stroll
bows down to kneel
Susie Swanson, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
She wore pretty, pink ribbons in her hair
her clothes were tattered and often threadbare
Her smile was bright as the midday sun
playful and happy, running and having fun
Each morning she was early, never late
school was her favorite place to create
To live and learn in a grown-up world
and do the things as a little girl
A place to eat and forget about the bad
somewhere to escape the tears of sad
No one knew the pain she held within
she hid it well again and again
The warmth of the day kept her going inside
to face the darkness, she often cried
She wore pretty, pink ribbons in her hair
with rays of sunshine and plenty to spare
Each night at bedtime she gazed upon a star
praying for a home instead of a car
Susie Swanson, 2012
Just a quick update on all the happenings in my family. My brother had By Pass Heart Surgery Friday and is doing great. They said he is ahead of everything with his recovery and may be coming home soon.. My brother in law is still in the hospital undergoing procedures and Dialysis.. He is better than he was..
I want to thank each one of you for your prayers and sweet words of concern and encouragement.
God is in the prayer answering business and he surely has answered a lot of prayers this week.. I am praying for all that is going through tough times.. when we're in the valley, he will carry us ..
And I might add that this poem is dedicated to the less fortunate.. may they find rest in God's arms.. May God Bless Each One...Susie
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
In the still of the morning air
a calm peace does descend
I find myself renewed in strength
to greet my day again
And no day is unmeetable
if on rising my first thought
is to Thank God for his blessings
and loving, care he has brought
I want to say Happy Valentine's Day to all of my loyal, and wonderful friends. I also want to tell everyone that I will be gone from Blogger for a little while as there is sickness in my family. My brother is in the hospital with a possible heart attack, (don't know for sure yet) and my brother in law is in another hospital with kidney failure and they are starting him on Dialysis..It has been an ongoing thing for him since last summer..He has Diabetics..My brother was admitted with very severe pain in his stomach and chest. They are doing the Catherization today ..On top of all this, I've been sick with cold/flu like symptons for over a week..Nothing out of the ordinary there, as everyone already knows that stuff is going around..I just need some time right now to take of everything and hopefully will be back soon. Please be praying for my family and I'm already praying for yours.. we all need prayers.. there are so many in worse shape and I thank God each day for letting me get out of bed..Be back soon and May God Bless Each One of you...Blessings, Susie
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Everyday is very special
in my life it seems to be
rising in the morning
is a blessing just for me
Each day that I am given
with my health and even more
is more than I was promised
the day I lived before
My wonderful, loving family
surrounds me each day
God's great treasured gift
sent from heaven my way
A home filled with happiness
and joy abides within
sewn with the thread of love
on that I can depend
When I'm in the valley
my friends are always there
to lift me up and carry me
because they truly care
The beauty of a sunrise
sparkles on the morning dew
awakens my soul
and warms me through and through
A picture-perfect blessing
of a night time sky
with the stars shining brightly
is a blessing from on high
My little flower garden
means so much to me
I planted it there
God grew it for me
Even the little birds
singing in the trees
warms my heart
with their sweet melodies
The days of my youth
are no longer here
I'm more thankful for each blessing
now that older days are here
So every morning when I awake
and my feet hit the floor
I thank God so very kindly
for giving me one more
Susie Swanson, 2010
This is a Repost from April, 2010. I though my new followers that haven't read it yet would enjoy..and the old followers as well..
Thank you all so much for your sweet and nice comments on my posts.They mean the world to me.
All of you are awesome friends and I enjoy your posts and look forward to them..May God Bless You All, Susie
Monday, February 6, 2012
Several years ago an old gentleman passed through by way of the telephone and a beautiful friendship grew.
The first time he called he'd dialed the number wrong. I could tell he was an older gentleman by his soft, spoken tone.
"I was trying to call my friend" he said, but I dialed you instead. I probably dialed one number wrong can't keep nothing straight in my head.
I told him that was ok and we talked for quite a while. When I hung up the phone there was joy in my heart and on my face a big smile.
A week or so passed before he called again. I knew who it was when I heard his voice and he said "Well I've done it again".
We talked quite a bit and he told me about his wife, a lot about his family and he said "I've lived ninety-six years and been blessed with a good life."
Then he went on to say, his wife had died several years before and he lived by himself and things weren't the same anymore.
He told me they'd been married for over fifty years and the more he talked the more I wiped away the tears.
The he said he needed to call his friend and he was sorry to have bothered me. I told him it was no bother at all., to call anytime and always feel free.
Quite a bit of time passed and I got worried about my friend, when out of the blue the phone rung and I heard those famous words, "Well I've done it again".
I tried to hold back my excitement and asked him how he'd been. He said he hadn't been doing to good and been staying with some of his kin.
"But I got tired of that ", he said "there's no place like home". "I needed to check on my friends, I've been gone to long".
"And I missed my church family and singing in the choir, I don't like letting the Lord down he's always been there".
"Through thick and thin we can always count on him, I don't know how people make it, hiding their light under a bushel and letting it grow dim".
Then he asked me how my garden was doing, I told him it was growing fine and maybe some evening we could come and get it about suppertime.
"That sounds good " he said "I'll take you up on it someday, I don't do much cooking anymore, I wind up throwing a lot away".
Then he said ",I better go and try to get a hold of my friend, he's probably worried about me to and wondering where I've been".
I hung up the phone and for some reason my heart laid heavy that day, but I went on about my business and pushed it away.
Then a strange thing happened, the most strange I've ever known, my brother knew him and he came in one morning and told me that Mr. Wade had passed on.
You could have knocked me over with a feather and my heart was broken inside. I could not for the life of me believe that Mr. Wade had died.
I walked the floor all morning, my tears continued to flow, my old friend was gone, no more phone calls would I know.
I was talking to God and thanking him for my good friend when the phone rung at ten o'clock that morning and I heard the words "Well I've done it again".
I was flabergasted and didn't know what to say, he said it instead "It sure is a pretty spring day".
I finally stopped trembling and asked him what was on my mind, "I heard someone passed away that lives close to you", I wanted it to sound kind.
He told me that was one of his neighbors that lived down the road and the old feller had been sick for a while and then Mr's Wade's tears overflowed.
He said , "that could have easily been me you know, but when the Lord gets ready to call me home I'm ready to go".
We talked for a while and a lot of things we did share.That was a very special phone call from heaven and God answering a prayer.
After that the phone calls kept coming, wrong numbers and all and those wrong numbers were blessings from God , not small.
But all good things must come to an end, I got really worried and started calling, I figured he was staying with his kin.
But the Lord sent me an answer in his own special way, in the form of a newspaper that came one day.
I opened it up and was looking through when I came to the obituaries and there was Mr. Wade in plain view.
They'd even put a picture for me to see but I couldn't look at it much for the tears were flowing constantly.
My heart was broken, this time my friend was really gone. No more wrong numbers would I receive, and somehow I had to carry on.
Now each day I sit here waiting for the phone to ring, knowing fully well in heaven's angel choir, Mr. Wade loves to sing.
And he and his wife are walking hand and hand in that glorious place he called the promised land.
Those wonderful, cherished words "Well I've done it again" will sustain me through the ages---all truths to transcend. Friendship has no barriers---Love has no end..
Susie Swanson, 2012
In Memory of my Beloved Friend Mr. Wade Bryant.....1909--2005
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Jesus was a poet----
He spoke in signing words
Of gold, wheat and its sowing,
Of little feathered birds
He told of one repentant
Who had set himself to roam,
And many a pilgrim harking
Has wept and turned toward home.
He sing of vine and fig tree
Of water and of bread
Of sheep and a good shepherd
And every word he said
Is pregnant with deep meaning
To piece the listener through
Strong words that live forever
As great poetry should do.
And though no single stanza
Has balanced form or rhyme
Yet Jesus is the greatest
Poet of all time
Grace Noll Crowell, Copyright 1965
This is one of my favorite poets..It was included in her book of "Poems Of Inspiration And Courage" 1965..
I love to read poetry of all types but inspirational is my favorite and this lady published thirty-six books and she wrote over 5,000 poems. She was named the 1965 Honorary Chanceellor of the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, only four other poets had ever been thus honored at that time..She is now gone from our midst, but her poems linger on in our minds and in her books..Hope you enjoy this one as much as I do....Blessings, Susie
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I tried to make a total list
of all God's gifts to me
but I soon stopped because I saw
it went on endlessly
The gifts he gives are many more
than I could ever say
his love as well can not be bound
and guides me every day
I also know that blessings come
not just with joy and gain
at times quite unexpectedly
they're part of trial and pain
I need to have an open heart
whatever life may bring
oh let me magnify the Lord
and let my praises sing
I did not write a litany
to this I have confessed
but I give thanks to Jesus Christ
and know that I am blest
Amy C. Ellis
I had to post this one, it's one of my favorites.... I love it and hope you enjoy as well...Blessings, Susie