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The Squeeky Fan

2007-05-27T20:21:00.000-07:00

It's cooling me off this squeeky fan
Five dollars I paid
I took it and ran.

I could have paid Forty
Dollars that is,
But for Five it is music
A symphony lives.

I know what you think
I should oil it please,
But oil don't work
With this bargain...a tease.

Come on in
Sit down and cool off,
We'll pull out the keyboard
Tap dance or soft rock.

Just listen to the music
That harmonious high pitch,
A creation of music
When the dumpster you'd ditch.

IN SILENCE

2007-05-11T06:39:00.000-07:00

In silence I hear the choir singing
The song of ages. I've learned to listen
As silence mends my soul like
The very Hand of my Savior.
Silence ushers me to the
Guarded tomb where soldiers
Knew that the crucified One lived--
That the grave could not keep
Him down.
In my quiet time I am healed from
A past where my burden was
Unbearable. In silence I hear "My
Yoke is easy and My burden is light."
(Matt. 11:28-30).
In silence I look into the eyes of
Love and I know that love is not
About the object of my affection
But...the silence has taught me that
Love is about embracing the secrets
Of Eternity as I am changing to give
What I could not give on my own.
Love is not self-seeking but
Rejoicing in another's healing, another's
Blessings, and their ability to feel loved.
In silence I've changed. In silence
I've touched the Hand of love--the
Hand that has changed me, healed me,
And raised me.
In silence...I love. Coming out from the silence,

From that quiet time

Where I meditate and ponder
My reason for living, for being, and for the very
Breath I've been given when I once was
Caught in a downward spiral that
Nearly took my life,
I give you my love.

THE DANCE OF OUR LIVES

2007-05-09T20:20:00.000-07:00

Relish the presence of the living God,
Taste and see He’s so good indeed.
Close your eyes and be still awhile,
My soul remember you’re His, you’re freed.
You said “yes” one day and not in vain,
To the God of the earth and heavens;
Now close your eyes and smell His presence--
Savor His richness, Eternal Dividends.
Close your eyes; embrace His Majesty,
Touch Him, be healed, and believe.
Can’t you hear Him say, “Fear not it is I?”
While equipping for love and good deeds.
In the Presence of the Lord He revives my soul--
And His holiness I’ve surrendered embraced.
I’ve rested my soul in Eternal pleasures,
Like the bride for her lover I ache.
Now I open my eyes, I awake and arise,
I will follow my lover, with the dance of our lives.

10/9/05 (c)

Nuggets of Wisdom

2007-02-28T12:34:00.000-08:00

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

(unknown author)

A Dreamy Agenda

2007-02-25T18:59:00.000-08:00

If I could just dance my life away
And wake each morn to a Springtime day;
If I could just dream as I rest by a stream
And listen the while to the birds as they sing;
And if I could just play and have fun with a dare
Forget about work it's schedules and cares;
If I could just love and learn to be loved
Then I would speak of God's grace from above.

I'd ride the wings of the wind in my dreams
And leave the real world of fading things;
I'd imagine my life without pain nor sorrow
I'd create in my dreams a perfect tomorrow.
I'd remember the footprints that I saw in the sand
As I thought I was alone yet held God's Hand.

But I wake from the whisper of the dreamy night
As the yet still quiet awaits the day's plight
I must dream of tomorrow and challenge today
With "a dreamy agenda" that gets in my way.

(c) Christine Rhay 2007
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Will-O'-The-Wisp

2007-02-24T07:20:00.000-08:00

A dream I might have

A white elephant's charm-

Oh, will-o'-the-wisp

You could do me great harm.

You're the prose

And the knight whose armour shines-

You're the comb so sweet

You're the brine.

You are the White Pine

The wind blast and the wry-

You are what you are

Your evil eye.

Your power is latent

Oh will-o'-the wisp-

My spirit has soared

A rhyme with a twist.

The Spotted Jewelweed

2007-02-24T07:00:00.000-08:00

I bloom in July

Where the soil is moist-

I grow tall as 5 feet

The shade's my choice.

Don't delusion me please

I have remedy to heal-

I'm the spotted Jewelweed

My flower's a deal.

Should you break out

With poision-

Ivy that is,

Stinging nettle, acne, or hives-

My remedy I yield, a potion to cure-

My flower's a jewel, oils reside.

I'll dance for you

In the wilderness,

I'm wild and free to be me-

My colors are orange

Yellow and bright,

I'm vibrantly spotted-

A wild Jewelweed.

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COTTON CANDY, FERRIS WHEELS

2007-02-15T10:21:00.000-08:00

The fun

House bellows a contageous laugh

To be heard amongst voices

Drawing crowds as they pass.

The coaster of wood

Goes "clank, clank, clank"

Till screamers in unisom

Get their fill on the planks.

A child runs by

Calling "mommey"

As she pulls out a dollar

For cotton candy so yummy.

Pink fluffy sugar

Spun again and again

Making sweet treets

Making little faces grin.

Sticky hands tell tales

of fun

Looking up at mom

The fun's

just begun.

Turning the corner

Tilt-a-whirl

awaits

Bumper cars and scrambler

Will tarry us late.

The ferris wheel's charm
By day or night

Highlights our fun

Doing it right.

Cotton candy, Frerris wheels

For young and old

Drawing the crowds

Both timid and bold.

We're never too old
We're never too young

Cotton candy, ferris wheels,

Excitement,

....and fun.

DAWN'S SONG

2007-02-13T07:05:00.000-08:00

Give it up!, oh mysterious depths

Your starfish, foam tides, seashells;

At the water's edge I ponder and chide

Treasures in depth long dwell.

The moon's reflection's bright and full

The water's foam is mist in the night.

The cold wet air brings a fierce wind

So restless I am for morn's light.

The waters now calm, the horizon's red-orange

The night gives up the dawn;

A new day's here, rejoice my soul!

Foam tides, misty nights, Dawn's Song.

Bright moon brilliant night moving the tide

Release your treasures, so jealous I long;

I've found your starfish

and taken seashells

So breathless I am for "Dawn's Song."

(c) 2005
* The living in life is more than existing and who can stand at a seashore and not be touched by God. Who knows what the ocean's tide will

bring forth from the depths, and who knows what the soul of man conceals?

THE ROSE

2007-02-06T08:15:00.000-08:00

Like no ordinary morn,
The sky is blended with
Rays of the red-orange sun.

I WATCH.

The spectacular sunrise becomes
A melody in my heart--
A song rising to the occasion as my
Mind bows to nature's sensations.

I WATCH.

The sleeping buds on the fragrant
Landscape open their petals while
The day breaks.

I WATCH.

My cup now holding the last
Few drops of coffee with the
Fading sunrise and the dance of nature...

Now still.

I WATCH. I LISTEN. I SMELL.

The fragrant landscape spills over
And fills the air with Jasmine, Lavender and...
The Rose.
Awe, yes, the break of day fills
My senses and now
I know-
It was the Rose. Not the Jewelweed,
But the Rose.

The Rose, the fragrant Rose whose
Thornes once pierced my flesh,
Drew the blood.

The Rose would have my life...
If it could.

It was the Rose.

(c) 2/2007

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VICTOR

2007-02-05T11:11:00.000-08:00

She could have been victim
She was abused;
She lived a hell
She didn't choose.

Tear-filled eyes
Don't despise;
For many years
She couldn't even cry.

This woman, this mother
Felt love consumed;
A mother's love
Constrained like doom.

Vowed for life
"For better or worse";
Understanding not
Her deadly course.

When marriage vows
Felt betrayals' sting;
What did it mean
That wedding ring?

The years drug on
No relief in sight;
Her abuse so cruel
Binding her tight.

He severed all friends--
Was she the devils prize?
The man called her husband
She grew to despise.

Feeling helpless and hopeless
The nights were so long;
Obsessed with her sexually
She's violated and wronged.

This man--her husband
Oppressed her raw;
An officer of duty
Defending the law.

Taking her victim
Unrelenting for want,
Self-serving and arrogant
Charismatic his front.

His wife "would-be" victim
Silent in wait;
Trapped and constrained
But really...the bait.

Caught in the act
What violent behavior;
His wife "would-be" victim
Now proving him traitor.

Rising with victory
Her innocence defending;
His prey is the victor
In truth now condemning.

(c) 2/2007
Rom. 8:37

SURPRISE

2007-02-04T22:30:00.000-08:00

Surprise is a birthday party
Happy and warm.
Surprise Arizona
In absence I mourn.

Surprise is militant
A strategic term.
Surprise is what happens,
A day in court...adjourned.

The birth of a baby Born butt first,
Is surprise to the parents
Sweating the curse.

Surprise is a happy face
My grand child delievers.
Surprise is the love
That consumes me for years.

Surprise is not shock
Or suspense with fears.
Surprise can be smiles,

Surprise can be tears.

A surprise may come
For you this day.
Whatever it be,
Surprise will have it's way.

RED

2007-02-04T22:00:00.001-08:00

Red is the sunset

Red is the rose

Red is the heart

And the passion I chose.

Crimson is the depth

The red red tones,

The love of One Man

Paying prices I owed.

He bought me and He

Sought me

The price He paid is blood;

The sacrificial Lamb

A sacrifice of love.

Pilot speaks, the

Govenor of the day,

While washing red stains

From his hands...Should he pay.

Red is the color of

A slaughtered past

The crown of a King

The glory that lasts.

Red has many tones

An assurance of grace,

A message empowering

Runners for the race.

Phil. 3:14

C) 2007

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SWAYING WITH THE WIND

2007-02-04T21:40:00.000-08:00

I thirst. I thirst for the
Dawn of day. The light of morn.

When obstacles in my
Path lay, when my heart
Was torn, and my life
Well-worn, I thirst for the
Dawn of day.

I thirst. I wait. I wait
And wait. Forever asking,
"Is this my fate"?

My soul is dry as the
Desert betrays,
With the scorching sun
It's life-threatening rays.

I thirst for the day--
The day to understand.
Then, with a struggle to squint
And much to my surprise
I'm swaying in the wind
Touching the sky.

My Maker knew--
He knew my thirst,
Eager for the day.

I knew not His plan
Nor this palm I am,
Nor my stature upright...the
Wind to sway.

My roots send out
Feelers, testing the soil.
My thirst to be quenched
Like a palm so royal.

Just like the palm
Swaying with the wind,
I'm swaying with the wind--
Swaying with the wind.

Song of Songs 7:3

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RIPPLES ON THE WATER

2007-02-04T21:22:00.000-08:00

Stir up the waters
Oh gentle breeze,
Awake my soul
Memories to tease.

See the ripples
One by one
On the clear blue water
Reflections now shown.

Should I forget
Now priceless memoirs
Those innocent hearts
Friendship--now forever ours.

We played together
Dancing the dance
And as little girls
Our angels watched...entranced.

What prize is friendship
Ripples on the water
My soul now sings
Yeah!, friendship to never faulter.

c) 2007

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