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Poetry
By Debbie Rainwater
Without sadness, we could not know happiness-
Without failure, we could not recognize
success.
Without a tear drop, we could not appreciate
the joy of laughter...
And without heart-ache, we could not bask in
the glory of love.
It is a humbling experience to of had all of
the above...and in time I
truly believe that this humbleness can
somehow be achieved in future generations....
Simply by passing it on, in the way that we
treat all persons who cross our paths in life.
There will be roses upon, that path as well
as weeds....
But it is to know the difference, yet nourish
both, that creates inner peace.
Some weeds struggle just to survive, and some
weeds flourish against all odds...
All weeds, however, eventually turn to mulch
to enrich the soil in which the rose grows..
Even so, every rose has its thorn...
But without that thorn, that rose would be
left unprotected....We all experience the weeds of life...We
have all felt the bite of the thorn........
But without that experience, we also would
never truly take time to appreciate and actually "SMELL THE
ROSES"
by Debbie Rainwater
We are all truly scholars, as well as
teachers along our way-
Giving back, and taking in, what comes to us
each day.
Mistakes will certainly happen, but we learn
from all of these-
to try and set examples, on how it all should
be.
Learning from our past, to somehow bring new
light, on all the very
things we've done, and sort the wrong from
right-
Now we have come upon, yet another path along
our way-
that will give us teachers and us scholars a
voice to actually say...
"We don't have all the
answers"...but many questions we clearly see-
are still upon the teachers blackboard...and
the answers will set us free..
And just as surely as the day will come, and
also will come the night-
we shall shine as brilliant stars…"BECAUSE
WE KNOW" we have that right!!
written for my sister
april 25,207
by Debbie Rainwater
I pray each and every day my Lord, to have
your home so divine-
To be a place I call home and rid this pain
of mine.
But also I recognize you have things first
for me to do-
Loving those around me, in the very ways I do
you.
Forgive me please for wanting to ease my own
painful strifes-
Never really considering how it would effect
others lives.
If I were not here tomorrow, and never really
reaching my missions end-
On how very much I do have to offer...and the
message I've yet to send.
The message of FORGIVENESS...The power of
HOPE and FAITH-
So I may be a living legacy, and go home in
humbled grace.
Give to me please, the strength to walk the
darkness that the past has given me-
Leaving the light of forgiveness for all the
world to finally see.
Walking into the corridors, and proudly
looking back-
Knowing my life was not fictional, but my
life was truly a fact.
A fact that will remain, long after my
missions are complete-
To enrich all others...on the powers of FAITH
and BELIEF...
Bio for Debbie Rainwater: I have
written so much over the years and feel that my poetry is
something to pass on to my children. They may appreciate my
poems when I am no longer there for them....so far I figure I
will probably live to be a 120 since I still have so much more
to do and to say.
I was widowed young in life and my three sons
are now fine young men representing their Father’s and my
legacy. I have a passion for gardening, cooking, and especially
writing. I have a firm belief that we must all watch over the
KIDS and the CRITTERS that we are blessed to have cross our path
in life. I am what I call a self-proclaimed writing Geek...It
doesn't matter what it is...whether it is research out of my own
curiosity, my own thoughts on paper, or a very lengthy
letter...I just love to see words flow on paper (or on my
computer screen)...... I thank you for the opportunity to share
my work with you and your readers....Debbie Rainwater,
debbierainwater@msn.com.
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