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Be With Me, Lord
Dear Lord, be with me in my despair.
When it seems there's no one near to care,
stand by me, and let me focus on Thee.
Embrace me and let my soul fly free.
We enter this life with nothing in hand;
the days and weeks are as grains of sand
that change and shift through the sea of time,
with never a thought of the end in mind.
What mark have I made that I can say
made something better in some little way?
Will anyone think of me when I'm gone
with love and sweet memories, and mourn?
I am alone to cry and weep;
light seems afar, and darkness deep.
Be with me, dear Lord, on my journey black...
take my frail hand, and guide me back.
Walk by me, Lord, on my sojourn bleak.
Help me be strong when my spirit is weak.
Help me to know I am not alone,
as through this earthly life I roam.
© Joyce P. Hale
LIFE
To what heights do our minds aspire?
To what aims do our hearts conspire?
Happiness? Beauty? Friendship? Love?
A mountain top? The skies above?
Happiness is a fleeting thing,
fleeting as a bird on the wing.
And beauty? Beauty comes and goes,
just as the bloom does on a rose.
Friendship? The real thing's rich and rare,
few things to it can scarce compare.
Love? It's priceless when it's true,
but deep, real love belongs to few....
Only those who give without thought
of what they've given or they've bought.
The mountain top? A lofty aim -
but once up there, what is your gain?
A closer view of the skies of blue?
What is it worth if there's only you?
Construct your life of all of these:
Faith, friendship, grass and trees,
beauty, books, love, work and play;
live hour by hour, and day by day.
© Joyce P. Hale
DAYS
Some days my mind and heart can think and feel in tune with Life.
They logically can solve a problem, handle bitterness and strife;
but other days it seems my being's point of view is haywire;
my tolerance is zero, and my soul's like ice and fire.
Yes, sunny days are frothy, and dappled white and green,
the skies are blue and friendly, and the air is light and clean.
My mind is gay and flighty, and my heart has wings to fly,
I believe in Love and Future, thoughts and hopefulness are high.
I know that words like Hope and Trust, and Love and Friend are real;
that butterflies are beautiful, and Love's a thing I feel.
But far less often, praised be God, my heart seems to repose
down deep in lands of darkness, in the morn when I arose.
My day is all one color....different shades of black or gray;
my bows all come unravelled, and my ends all seem to fray.
It seems that friends are nowhere, and Love just out of reach,
and Life has naught but sad and lonely episodes to teach.
Yea, days can be quite different according to my heart.
I have to learn to light a little candle when it's dark,
and carry over love, and butterflies, and warm soft sun
to help me to get through a bad day, 'til it's finally done.
© Joyce P. Hale
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MAKE THE WORLD GO AWAY......
Can I make the world go away sometime?
When Life seems too much for my battered mind?
When unmeant hurts have lowered my heart,
and dreary thoughts have found their mark;
when shoulders seem too slight to bear
their heavy load of want and care?
Can I get off this spinning top,
slow down a bit, just rest and stop?
Show up for the day a little late;
allow my soul to recuperate?
Forget about unimportant things,
feel what thoughts a quiet time brings?
Lay down the burdens of love and life;
toss off the shackles of trouble and strife?
Let my heart fly unfettered and free,
unhindered by responsibility?
When people are rude, unthoughtful, unkind -
Can I make the world go away sometime?
© Joyce P. Hale
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SEARCH
I love, I want, I need, I care......
I speak my mind, but no one's there;
no one to hear my heartdeep cry,
no one to brush my teardrops dry;
naught to touch my outstretched hand,
nor one to try to understand.
I cry, I laugh, I pray and weep,
sometimes the mountain seems too steep -
Too steep to make it to the top -
I often feel that I must drop.
At times the river seems too wide
to make it to the other side......
Unless someone would lend a hand,
a guiding light to higher land.
But often there is none about
to tide me o'er my hour of doubt;
and so we stumble, at times alone,
searching for love, warmth, and a home.
Do others have a yearning heart?
Are melancholy thoughts a part
of anyone else's daily life?
Or am I lonely in my strife?
There must be other lives that plead
for some other soul to share their need!!
Oh, may hearts that love and care,
minds that want to soar and dare,
souls that cry and compassionate be,
find one another, and one find me -
so I may have a hand to hold
against the dark, against the cold.
© Joyce P. Hale 1976
MY DICTIONARY
FAITH - that which we know, but cannot see; it dwells
in our hearts and sets us free.
FORGIVE - that which we put behind us forever; feelings
of hurt we must fully sever.
FORGET - that which we many times try to achieve; but our
minds don't always allow this reprieve.
UNDERSTANDING - that which we give from the depth of our
heart; it can change our lives to light from dark.
TRUTH - that which has caused the world violence and war;
fought over, twisted, battered, and torn.
RESOLVING AN ISSUE - that which we feel we have done,
many times; but it comes back to haunt us,
and muddle our mind.
FREE SAMPLES - Truth, Understanding, Forgiveness and
Faith;.......take your free samples, and use
them each day!!!!!
© Joyce P. Hale
The top photo is a one of the largest
rainbows I have ever seen, over Dayton in March 2001.
The second is a nightime cityscape of Dayton, OH.
The third photo was taken at sunset looking west on I-70 in
Indiana.
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