A Winters Walk.

Memories come back to me

With the passing of the time,

Walking now this winters day,

I hear the churchbells chime.

The winters sun shines down on me,

'Though the air is still and cool,

Peeking out behind the clouds..

Like some ostentatious jewel.

Soon the spring is on us,

My thoughts I cant convey -

But it's time for new beginnings,

It is time to seize the day.

And as I walk, my memories,

Accompany my soul,

Of when I passed this way before

On many a summers' stroll.

Of once, when I felt happy...

To view the summers rose,

the tended lawns so stunning

And the garden where it grows..

The gentle winds are blowing,

On a quiet winters morn,

All that's left of the summer rose..

Is a fast decaying thorn.

And now it has departed,

No more to give a thrill,

Killed off by winters climate

And an ever growing chill.

Life is like a winters walk,

A fact I cant deny -

The beauty of the summer, gone-

In the twinkling of an eye.

Copyright �2008 Sally Y Hemingway

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Stunned by her beauteous golden vein

Her open brazen face

I gaze across her great expanse

The wonders of His grace

This country steeped in desert heat

Where folk of every race may share

Her fragrant gums of ghostly hue

To shelter every blossom rare

As earth meets earth, great chasms leap

From mountain peak to driest creek

And parrots screech to call us home

As heart to heart we long to meet

To rest at night and gaze the skies

Where haze yet blinds to stars ablaze

Of God’s own hand that flung His light

The southern cross His sign to raise

Thus bold, her dawn-rich colour leaps

From ‘neath her dust we cry to clear

In prayer for rain to break her drought

To soak the earth and life appear

Through waves of wheat my heart will fly

With wild abandon it will come

The harvest ripe of blessing yet

Where God would have His praises rung.

For long I pray my country’s soul

Shall rise up from her sandy skirts

To lift their hearts in desperate need

For God to quench the raging thirst

Hold back this fearsome greedy gale

Where sounds the pound of hammering nail

As ocean tides draw wider yet

For God’s true Word to never fail.

Soft Aussie Whispers from

Derry’s Heart Poems � 2006

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The Power of Thought

Send out caring thoughts,

On gentle, healing wings:

To reach around the world,

For thoughts are living things.

Send thoughts to those in sorrow;

Those in sickness and despair;

Like the ripples in a pond,

Thoughts spread everywhere.

Send thoughts of love and healing,

To each far distant shore,

And pray for all the nations

To be at peace once more.

From loving thoughts you send

Many miracles are wrought,

So never underestimate

The power of your thought.

� Marian Jones - August 2004