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Saturday, April 28, 2012
God's Love And Mercy
As I sit here in my little corner of the world watching the sunrise and sunset, the days seem to be feeling more like summer and passing by way to fast.. Or maybe it's just me, not taking time to smell the flowers along the way..I know in this busy world we live in there's not much time to do the things we'd like, and there are things that can't be helped, like sickness etc..but I do try my best to Thank My God everyday for allowing me to get out of bed each morning and for all the blessings that he does bestow on me everyday...
For without him I would be nothing, I'm so sorry that I don't post as much as some but to be honest, it seems there's a lot going on this time of year. I've been planting my garden and yesterday I finally took the much anticipated step of getting my annuals and hopefully have them in the ground soon..I love my flowers..Then we all have to mow occasionally, I put that mildly. I try and help my husband out with that too, since he still works on a job.. But I love being outside and enjoying all the beauty that God has graced us with.. It's such a beautiful time of year..
No excuses here just facts, hope no one leaves my blog and I appreciate your patience and cherish your wonderful friendship..Hope you enjoy this little poem I wrote a while back..
God's Love And Mercy
I may walk the dark hills of sadness
my mind may be torn in disarray
God sees and he answers the call
and puts sunshine back in my day
My heart may be heavy burdened
tears of sorrow are life's bittersong
he reaches out his hand to me
and the tears and burdens are gone
Life is full of trials and tribulations
and the clouds do over-shadow the sun
but God's love and mercy is forever
until my life on earth is done.
Susie Swanson, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Nope.. No Frost
Nope, no frost..the picture at the top is misleading, we escaped the frost this time..we sure did expect it though with the cold wind whistling for the last three days.. To all the people that passed by our house yesterday morning, "no it's not Halloween".. We had the place looking like it with sheets spread over the Hostas and plastic garbage bags crammed down over the Peony Roses.. and just about anything else that we could find to cover we did.. but we got fooled, the wind stayed up all night and it stayed partly cloudy, despite what the weather man said.. You know I think I'm gonna quite listening to those guys.. They think they know it all ..lol..Well anyway it took us for better part of the morning to clean up the yard. Although we used rocks to put on the sheets they were scatterd all over the yard, look like a tornado had blown through, no fun intended.. I guess this all started back week before last when the freeze came.. about got all my stuff and didn't want to lose the rest.. Now I'm just gonna sit back and pray that the many winters of spring is over..sigh.. Meanwhile those poor people up north got hammered with snow and here I 'm complaining about the frost we Didn't Get..How was it in your neck of the woods? Did you get frost or were you spared?
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Old Treasures Brand New
The passing of time
has not stopped me yet
treasures from the past
my mind can't forget
Though rustic and aged
an old barn is brand new
with a story to tell
of how it once grew
A house is a gem
with a heart of gold
even the old chimney
bares its aged soul
And a family's love
through so many years
under that old roof
brings joy with tears
That old rusted truck
parked in a field
still solid as a rock
with secrets to spill
An old dusty road
though dry with cracks
stirs fond memories
where wagons made tracks
Even an old plow
is better than before
with work now over
it deserves much more
There's that old wash tub
hanging on a nail
just as useful today
with each wash day tale
A simple little thing
as an old jelly jar
found in a junk pile
is still on my radar
Or a kerosene lamp
in the window at night
guiding my path
shining ever so bright
My childhood bicycle
and what it means to me
it to holds a story
and a piece of history
That little Christmas doll
with pretty, blonde hair
sitting on my shelf
just waiting to share
They speak to my heart
wherever they may be
I'll follow their lead
and each past memory
My mind holds the picture
the past holds the key
old treasures brand new
mean the world to me
Susie Swanson,2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
A Dahlia Memory
It speaks to my heart
this beauty that I see
a very special lady
and a dahlia memory
A garden so grand
pretty dahlias in a row
she planted them there
her favorite one to grow
A vision of spring time
so enchanted and divine
she and her dahlias
were a showcase design
In the summer they stood
so patient, proud and tall
waiting for a bouquet
a lovely gesture of fall
A centerpiece on my table
I can smell them still
the fragrant blossoms linger
in the air so real
This beautiful dahlia memory
of my mother I dwell
in heaven there are dahlias
and she's doing quite well
Susie Swanson, 2011
In Memory Of My Mother, 04-19-27----12-13-97
Happy Birthday In Heaven Mom
I miss you more each Day!!!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Ties That Bind
He walks the dark streets
looking for a place
to lay down his head
he'd gladly embrace
Maybe a park bench
or a dark corner street
tomorrow's another day
and the same repeat
The hunger in his stomach
he knows quite well
a familiar, constant struggle
he tries not to dwell
A hot cup of coffee
sounds like a plan
a few dollars in his pocket
he'd feel like a new man
His whole life's worth
since he fell through the cracks
are the clothes on his back
and in two old sacks
Every now and then
he remembers a home
some old, familiar faces
it keeps him pushing on
An old, faded picture
of what he once had
before he lost it all
and things got so bad
The voices in his head
is a never ending thing
they live in his sleep
and every little dream
He fought so hard
in that long, drawn out war
he only wants some peace
nothing less, nothing more
The peace he longs for
he fears he'll never find
he lost it in Vietnam
the place with ties that bind
Susie Swanson, 2011
This is a repost from March, 2011. They were talking on the news today about how many homeless veterans there are in the US.. I find it hard to believe sometimes the shape the country is in, not just with veterans but with so many homeless and hungry people..We all know the reason behind it and it's been coming on for years. They have left out the most important one of all , God .. When God is not in control this is what happens.. We need to continue praying for all involved..May God Bless Each One...Susie
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Child Of The King
When I recall my yesterdays
the toil of storms and strife
I thank my Precious Savior above
for giving me new life
There was a time of darkness
I'd surely lost my way
my life was so empty and void
I could not even pray
Each morning when I awoke
held nothing more than dread
any hope for happiness was gone
I wished that I was dead
But then one single word---Forgiven
was spoken from his throne
my heart was restored brand new
he beckoned, Child Come Home
I died inside that he might live
within this heart of mine
I chose the path to peace and love
of a far more lasting kind
I'm now walking in his victory
each day my heart does sing
I'm so honored and blessed to be
a child of Christ the King
Susie Swanson, 2012
Happy Easter Everyone!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Twenty Five Long Years
She sat so all alone
on her porch upon a hill
the rocking started at dawn
in the early morning chill
Each day became the same
as her yesterdays did grow
her tears fell like rain
her hair white as snow
So much time had passed
since the day he went away
but wars continue to last
and mothers continue to pray
Separted by an ocean
each day she longed even more
to see her smiling son
walk through her front door
Each night when she went to bed
she left a candle bright
a flame in the window red
to guide him home at night
But no one did appear
upon her doorsteps there
she laid her worries and fear
upon God's shoulders in prayer
Today the rocking chair is empty
no candle can be found
just the wind blowing peacefully
with leaves covering the ground
The son she so yearned for
she's now crying joyful tears
he'd been waiting on another shore
for twenty five long years
Susie Swanson, 2012
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