The Chrysalis

Copyright Jeanne E Webster–All Rights Reserved

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He slumped into the snow and died
Alone, but for the snarling winds
Veiling his final words of life:
“Oh, Lord! My God!” he cried.

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Swaddled within the soft embrace
Of feathered, wispy crystals,
His body lay shrouded in a chrysalis:
He came to the end of his race.

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The boisterous winds became still,
The menacing clouds recoiled;
Stars shone with ethereal light:
It was his Father’s sovereign will.

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Aloft now, his soul began to roam,
Seeking to touch that holy hand
Of his waiting Lord and King:
“My son you’re welcome home!”

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Tis the story of how my dad
Met his lot on an icy road,
He lost control of his car:
Oh Lord, that wreck was bad!

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Dad was in the winter of life,
A slower glory-filled pace;
Ever a faithful man of God:
His grace bewails the fife.

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I miss my dad, mentor and friend,
Yet I know he’s home with God
Walking ’round with his loving smile
In that heavenly land of no end!
Shalom

(Fictional story of my Dad’s passing)

Are You Marked?

a young chipping sparrow fresh from the nest

“Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He

Who marks the sparrow fall is guarding thee.” 

–Anonymous

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved and observed

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From dangers you crawl

Clutching your prayer shawl

Tremble you may

God still holds sway

Marking your soft place to fall.

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Winds may knock you down

Rains drench you and drown

Soaked like a sparrow

Sight becomes narrow

God marks you safe and sound.

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Peace shall forever reign

Turn frowns to joys again

Look upon His face

Fears shall displace

Your worries God shall restrain.

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Amen

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Sands of Time

 

 

© 1991 Jeanne E. Webster, May 7

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

 

It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

 

Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

 

Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

 

The dunes…the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s mighty hand.

 

DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

 

Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back…

 

Back home to loved ones seeking you,

Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

 

Oh…the hearts overflow with tears,

Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet…then nervous feet run…

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

 

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew:

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”