Gander Story Poems

September 21, 2011

Heather 9-21-11

The wedding went so perfect,

despite the plans and rush.

Her wedding gown, exquisite,

so elegant and plush.

Heather was so beautiful -

her hair, so perfect set.

And he, the perfect gentleman.

My thoughts... of when they met.

Each other, they respected.

They were the perfect pair.

And none could break these two apart -

each others lives they'd share.

They love each other deeply.

Their prayers ascend above -

Their children? Little angels!

And they have all my love.

...

But then my dream had shattered

as I lay in my bed.

I live not in a fairy tale -

but the real world instead.

My Heather had no children -

and that, I know because -

she wasn't ever married.

Her husband never was.

No, Heather had no wedding -

She never had a choice.

My Heather was aborted.

I never heard her voice.

So please allow my wisdom

for just a moment more -

I live with my decision -

a choice I so deplore.

This memory that I live with,

still pains me yet today.

A life that God created,

I chose to take away.

(this was not written in judgment of others but rather
written for the unborn babies who can still be saved)

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September 15, 2011

Too Many Flowers? 9-15-11

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

In fields of perfect flowers,

perfume and nose, we meet.

I find myself among them as

they all surround my feet.

My thoughts were drawn among them.

My eyes saw every kind.

Now vivid colors capture me

like photos in my mind.

I spy a single flower.

I take a closer peek.

I find that every flower here

is special and unique.

I turn around to walk away.

I'm torn at what I see.

I've stepped on many flowers and

they will no longer be.

No longer to be cherished,

no longer to be smelled,

no longer to be photographed,

no longer to be held.

Again I spy a single one -

a trampled one instead.

I know that it will always be -

forever lost and dead.

But I excused my clumsy feet

which trampled every kind -

Oh, how could I avoid them all -

with all that's on my mind?

Are there too many flowers?

Are those I trampled missed?

Are there too many babies?

Can we not coexist?

As God creates more flowers,

reflecting Heaven's love,

mere words cannot explain it all -

the beauty I speak of...

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How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. ~Mother Teresa

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Genesis 1:1 (KJV)

"In the beginning, God created..."

September 14, 2011

Pauper, King or I 9-14-11

From New York, Cairo or Beijing,

and whether pauper, me or king -

You can find us when we're lost -

and You don't charge - there is no cost.

I cannot look You in the eye -

for oh, so little faith, have I.

All jumbled with mistakes today,

I struggle for some words to say.

The paupers beg and get their bread -

their stomachs speak until their fed.

The servants jump when their king calls

as his word echoes through the halls.

Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree -

but who can hear my words, but me?

I'm so confused and so resigned -

Your answers, I can't seem to find.

I try to listen with both ears,

pray Your answers calm my fears.

I need Your wisdom, need Your aid,

I'm so distraught and so afraid.

I stumble through life's desert sand -

that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand.

My life is mixed up, a montage -

is this a dream, a mere mirage?

I wait for Your most tender tug.

I need a special, loving hug.

Though even with a sincere kiss,

I yet again would fall amiss.

Although I study, work and learn -

I really have no place to turn.

So stumble I, the narrow, straight,

until arriving at Your gate.

Your grace has triumphed over foe,

and why You listened, I don't know -

for You have seen the way I live,

so why, Lord, do you still forgive?

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What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n,
matters not with grace from Heaven -
so whether pauper, king or I -
"For God so loved..." and that is why.

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John 3:16 (KJV)

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.

September 4, 2011

His Painting 9-5-11

Alone, the sun rises

over people unknown.

Although they ignore it,

its sunlight is thrown,

over the river and

through the faint fog,

like lone little flowers

on top a dead log,

growing so freely,

so gentle, so bright -

as God's great creation

is seen from His light.

Some hovering noises

seem somewhat bizarre,

trespassing nature

from places afar -

while God, the Great Artist
keeps painting His way -

another day passes

just like yesterday.

A bright colored sunset

surrounds a lone loon.

Reflected on water,

His bright crescent moon.

Now stars hold God's canvas

while brush strokes so grand,

paint wide vivid colors

with love's perfect hand.

And God - although we

cannot even imagine -

prepares us a place, in

His painting called 'Heaven'.

So things we see here

will seem dreary and gray,

compared to the next one
that'll blow us away!

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John 14:2 (KJV)

In my Father's house are many mansions:

if it were not so, I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you.

August 18, 2011

Hands 8-18-11

Selfish hands and idle hands

are rotten to the core.

Loving hands and humble hands -

are needed even more.

Not famous hands or jealous hands -

but hands that do God's will.

Eager hands and fearless hands -

enduring hands as well.

Patient and obedient,

or busy as a bee -

clammy too or clumsy,

or unknown they may be.

Feeble hands or age old hands,

or hands that hug a lot -

rugged hands or wrinkled hands,

great many hands or not.

All hands on deck - please listen,

and every faithful hand -

as we go into this dark world

and visit every land.

Share the never failing hands -

His hands - as He prevails.

His hands, that carry us away,

are hands that held the nails.

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Old Tattered Book 8-16-11

It always has been with me.

The Good Book, it is not.

My book is old and tattered,

and its been read a lot.

I'm very much familiar with

this ragged, weathered book -

I'll hide it not from you because,

I know you'll want to look.

My life is like an open book,

and here for all to see.

Interpret every facet there,

or read it differently.

Folks from different walks of life

have formulated ways -

to gather vast opinions and -

to scrutinize my days.

Now you may disagree with them,

or you might fall in line -

with those who do the gossiping,

and group me with the swine.

I see my 'dog-eared' corners,

the grime and stains throughout.

Forget, I would, some pages -

if I could tear them out -

because I'm very much ashamed

of sinful burdens there -

of sins that I cannot forget -

that Jesus had to bear.

And guilt, at times, still haunts me,

and though forgiveness cures,

I'm very glad you've read my book.

Now read a bit of yours.

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Matthew 7:3 (NASB)
Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye,

but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?

August 14, 2011

Commonality 8-14-11

Everything in this whole world
has one great flaw in common.

Large, small, very light, or

heavier than a ton.

Some are solid, others not,

and some we hear a lot,

some are just a vision,

while others, cold or hot.

Coffee smells, alarm clocks,

computers, highway signs -

family, long vacations -

schedules, meetings, deadlines.

Tell me, what's in common here -

say, what could it be?

Cookie jars to fancy cars,

curved rainbows, scenery...

And there are many other things,

too numerous to list -

scary masks of Halloween,

to pretty morning mists.

Just ponder for a minute

the commonality -

and what effect these things have had

to others, you and me.

Just think for just a minute,

on all these things I list -

and all else you can think of -

and all else that I've missed...

So try, you just might find it -

if not, reread again -

for every thing is common here

for children, women, men.

Now if you have not found it yet,

the answer, if you care -

is that they steal attention and -

take time away from prayer...

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August 8, 2011

Tender Tears 8-8-11

Be positive and confident,

and joyous all the while -

and you can be a great success

while wearing your great smile.

Success will bring you riches,

such fun, excitement too -

so do not let this world slip by -

revolve it around you.

Oh, there will be some hurting -

a child without his dad -

and though he may shed many tears

don't let him make you sad.

Just keep on smiling broadly,

and remember, others can -

show their deep compassion.

Don't interrupt your plan.

There's way too many people -

and all, you cannot do -

and after all - it's when you smile,

the world will smile with you.

Spread laughter, joy into this world -

put smiles on all the poor -

and if you still feel guilty,

donate a little more.

Ignore the child crying,

ignore her ragged clothes,

ignore the troubles, not your own

for it is how life goes.

Crack a joke on your success,

and brag on all you gave.

Jest and smile and live it up!

Die laughing to the grave...

And then, when you see Jesus,
and your world disappears -
will you get Him to laugh with you
behind His tender tears?

August 5, 2011

One Not Worthy 8-5-11

If I was Jesus, could I take -

the blame that wasn't my mistake?

If I was Jesus, could I hear -

the name 'Barabbas' in my ear?

If I was Jesus, could I see -

the multitudes surrounding me?

If I was Jesus, could I wear -

a crown of thorns set on my hair?

If I was Jesus, could I feel -

the rugged nails through hand and heel?

If I was Jesus, could I smell -

the stench of sweat and blood that fell?

If I was Jesus, could I taste -

when sour wine on lips was placed?

If I was Jesus, could I give -

could I be strong, could I forgive?

If I was Jesus, could I die -

for one not worthy, such as I?

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August 3, 2011

The Fragile Fog 8-3-11

Dawn breaks clear and breeze begins- leans the many grasses -

rolling knolls, valleys green- moving, it amasses

moisture up from silent pond, a vapor freely born -

confusing fogs of dampness, there's- another one to warn

of world's prideful arrogance, of want and selfish greed -

another one oblivious to warnings he should heed.

Slow and patient hovering, brings truth so plain to see -

but blindness seizes naive hearts and there will seldom be -

changes to the inner soul that lingers ever past -

then fades away, the temperate fog, as time has fleeted fast.

God creates, then man destroys a life, so visible -

but Jesus comes to heal the sick, the body, spiritual.

God gave Jesus for our souls. He patiently awaits -

while life is like the fragile fog which quickly dissipates.

Earth- or all eternity- two choices we must weigh -
before the fog has lifted and- life vanishes away.

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James 4:14 (NASB)
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow.
You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

July 28, 2011

Some smoking cigs,
and drinking beer -
or walking streets
in total fear.

Some loving fights,
or reading smut -
some overweight
in gambling rut.

Some driving drunk
and smoking crack -
small screaming kids,
good morals lack.

A land of grace,
in land of sin?
Please let me know
what world I'm in.

Now up-side-down
this world is not -
so say the folks,
who have a lot.

But God still knows
the evil heart -
each evil soul,
that falls apart.

And die, they will,
so 'drunk in rum'.
I wish it not,
but day will come.

And come it will,
when all time stops -
when wrath begins
and ruling drops.

Death eternal.
Life eternal.
God external,
or internal?

So hate the sin
but love the man.
Let's plant the seed.
You know we can!

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July 26, 2011

Touched? 7-26-11

When all goes well, you do not call,

you do not whisper prayers at all.

but when you're sick or feeling bad,

I hear a prayer that makes Me sad.

You pray that I should comfort you,

and tell Me all that I should do -

but then when you are well again,

your prayers are empty, hollow, thin.

So where's your trust when you are well?

I need your faith so I can tell -

you're not a fake or hypocrite,

but sincere friend who can commit.

Commit to church, commit to Me,

commit to friends and family.

Until that day, you're torn apart,

torn in two, straight through your heart.

So pray when things are going grand

so I can tell right where you stand.

Not lukewarm, but hot or cold -

for lukewarm souls, I will not hold.

For I so love this world too -

the worst of men, including you.

I will save you from your sin -

but you must first, invite Me in.

So patiently, at your hearts door,

I stand and knock to offer more.

For from this world, you'll soon depart,

so let me touch your broken heart.

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