my favorite poem........

[amberstar]

When in times of need I remember this poem Muffit and it helps me to find the inner strength to have the courage to face life.


Footprints in the Sand


One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from anguish,
sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints,
so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,
my child, is when I carried you.”

[Darrell Lawrence]

Amber, I absolutely love that poem.

[jewels]

Me too. If you've been there it just never grows old.

[amberstar]

Thank you both......I just hope that it will somehow help our dear Muffit.

Your never truly alone, no matter if you believe or not. There are always friends or even family that can help when the world seems dark.

[BRG]

I know nothing of poetry. I confess my ignorance too the world. But I'm going to land you with the only poem I really remember from school. It's 'To a Haggis' by Scotland's national bard Robert Burns, a fellow Ayrshireman!


Address to a Haggis.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!


There you go then! Do you know that when I was a lad at school, I had to stand infront of the whole class, holding a big carving knife, and read that whole poem out loud to an actuall haggis! Then I had too eat the bloody haggis with turnips & tatties! Do you know what is in a haggis? I honestlly beleve that that mouthfull of sheeps innards scarred my brain, and put me off poetry for good. Which is a pity, because I hear it's a great way to chat up the ladies!

Anyway, I hoped somebody liked it because I suffered for that piece of 220 year old art!
BRG

[holodoc2000]

Originally Posted by amberstar

When in times of need I remember this poem Muffit and it helps me to find the inner strength to have the courage to face life.


Footprints in the Sand


One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from anguish,
sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints,
so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,
my child, is when I carried you.”

That is one of my favorite poems. I use it sometimes to when I'm doing calligraphy writing. I have a couple other poems that I like to use also & will post them here for everyone to enjoy & hopefully bring some encouragement to Muffit also.

[holodoc2000]

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all upshill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
When care is presing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.

Author Unknown

[holodoc2000]

REMEMBERING

Rember Summer,
that time when windblown sands
sent shimmering shadows
on a journey
that never seemed to end?

Remember the Autumn winds
that wound and whistled
'round giant cliffs,
creating eerie sea-sounds
that stayed in imagination
all night long?

Remember the touch
of a gently falling rain,
that time before
Winter tns and greens and greys
all merged as one
beneath a snow-white blanket?

Remember your joy in Springtime,
after waiting patiently
for sunshine to thaw the white to colours,
creating winding airy stairways
for nimble, dancing, singing birds?

Reflect.
You'll soon remember
those times we spent together,
watching sunshine disappear
then new sun rise again.

Steve Parish

[amberstar]

Those poems are great Holodoc