By Dawn Munro
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By Dawn Munro
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What can I say, friends? Blame it on summer's heat. *smile* Thank you for reading.
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By Dawn Munro
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Inspired by the song -- (Thank you for reading.)
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By Dawn Munro
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By Dawn Munro
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Thank you for reading!
I have a little story to share about my beat-up Bible and Christmas. There was only one gift I really wanted for Christmas -- a new Bible. A friend invited me to attend a Christmas dinner with her, and I'd already declined several of her invitations in past. In good conscience, I simply could not say no again -- she's a lovely person, so I went to the dinner... Guess what was given out along with the turkey meal... Yes, you guessed it -- a Bible. :) |
By Dawn Munro
The silence of a midnight snow that blankets all the earth,
the sparkle of each flake 'neath city lights,
and far away the chiming of church bells to call to mass
the faithful - that to me is what delights.
For on this day so long ago, a virgin gave consent -
God's messenger appeared to voice God's plan.
Sweet Mary would be mother to His form within her womb,
and God become the precious Son of man.
Why would He grant forgiveness for the wickedness we do?
How could He love us when we loved Him not?
What parent does not love his children, made to be like him?
And so on earth God's love was then begot.
What Christmas means to me is not a decorated tree,
or glitter on a package tied with bows -
it celebrates the birth of One who at His own great cost
does save me from the wicked paths I chose.
They call him Jesus, Lamb of God, Redeemer, Counselor -
He's in the world to save us from our sins.
And we should sing His praises just as long as e'er we can -
for Paradise is where true life begins.
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Yes. I meant line 18. Jesus lives in the hearts of those who believe in Him.
Thank you for reading. |
By Dawn Munro
The answer lies far out in space -
barely a trace
of love-filled days
in memory's haze
as we all cling to youth and joy,
become a boy
as in our dreams.
Twice young it seems
to challenge all time steals away -
the light of day.
It's twilight's trick
for life's quick tick.
By Dawn Munro
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Thank you for reading! Please enjoy some calypso music:
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By Dawn Munro
my back so bare
it bleeds my care,
preferring truth to lies -
with Him I rise
though knife sinks to the bone.
I'll travel on alone.
my silent shout was to your face -
a trace of past remembrances
I wrote to leave behind
remind me - broken trust
is naught but dust
to shake off of my heels
as blood congeals.
I will not be deceived
but I am not believed
so mile upon a treacherous mile
I smile, in spite of pain
because again -
I have a friend...
though you pretend
two faces don't disgrace,
I will replace the ending -
feast on love's repast
and pray this pain won't last.
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Wait for it... (and thank you for reading!)
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By Dawn Munro
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"Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended.Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you." L. T. Knost
Award-winning author, feminist, and social justice activist, L.R.Knost, is the founder and director of the children's rights advocacy and family consulting group, Little Hearts/Gentle Parenting Resources, and Editor-in-Chief of Holistic Parenting Magazine. Her work has been quoted from Hollywood to D.C. to South Africa, most notably in an address on children's rights to the South African Parliament by the Minister of Justice. She lives in Central Florida with her husband and the youngest four of her six children. |
By Dawn Munro
Forsake Me Not
Tell the rose to stop its blooming, and the stars to halt their shine,
ask the sea to cease its rolling, lest the tide profess you're mine.
Call the wind to brew a tempest; darken skies to match my fate,
for without you here beside me, hurt and anguish won't abate.
Stop the sun from ever blazing; make the moon refuse to rise.
I can't bear that I am losing what I once saw in your eyes.
There's a season for each journey, and without you, mine is done.
How my nights will ever linger if I've lost the only one
who did promise that he loved me; gave his heart to set me free.
Summon power from the heavens; beg the angels come for me
if you tell me that it's over, say my love is just in vain.
Let the vine begin to wither, and the colours start to wane
from a rainbow and a meadow. Kill the deer, and slay the fox.
Stop the nightingale's sweet singing, halt the world; arrest the clocks.
Oh, the brook will cease its babble, all the planets not align
if forever you forsake me, my beloved Valentine!
No, our story can't be over, for I need you more than air!
Speak the words of your devotion, save my soul from this despair.
Tell the lily of the valley that its scent will taint your lie!
Please don't say that you don't love me, for without you, I shall die.
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This poem actually has many more reviews, but because of my mistake (entering it in the Valentine's Poetry contest, which calls for an acrostic - I didn't check the contest first), it now has had to start over. Consequently, the ACROSTIC (Kill Cupid, He Picked Me a Loser) has much fewer reviews. Announcements had already gone out for Forsake Me Not. But Tom advised me to edit if I wanted to still have an entry for the contest because the system wouldn't allow a different entry if he just pulled this one.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for any inconvenience. |
By Dawn Munro
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Thank you for reading! This will be in the new book of spiritual poetry planned for 2020. (My New Year's resolution this year was to finish at least three books.*grin*) I was asked, too, at my book club, how I was progressing... Yikes! At least one member is holding me to my promise. (LOL)
I think you'll enjoy this video also -- it's new to me, and I loved it! (Courtesy of YouTube, of course.) |
By Dawn Munro
He Is Constant
I'm sixty-eight years old tomorrow--earned each grey-ing hair.
Add hashtag, "Me too", long ago--yes--trouble in the air.
Been bullied and betrayed by people I believed were friends,
but I have one who's always kind--whose loving always mends
the heart that this world breaks in two, the soul that screams, "Not I!"
He lends me strength when I have none--He urges me to try.
I rise and rise again because I have that special friend,
and He's the one I count on now, and will until the end.
My eyes are on His cross and 'though my vision sometimes blurs,
I'm one of His lost sheep, those times, and I know He prefers
I subjugate self-pity--trudge His path--although I'm blind,
and each time that I know His will, it's heaven's door I find.
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Thank you for reading.
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By Dawn Munro
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Amethyst is a purple variety of the Quartz family of crystals. It is a semiprecious stone, and the birthstone for February.
It sits at a 7 on the Mohs Scale of Hardness, and is likely the single most recognized gemstone on the planet. The story: This person (a fellow member of my church) hurt a dear friend of mine a while back, telling my friend that I was offended when she demonstrated affection. I can speak for myself. And I do not believe it was for my benefit that this person spoke up, either (without my knowledge, consent or request). There IS such a thing as too MUCH self-righteousness. It took some serious apologizing on my part (although there was really nothing to apologize FOR) to mend the rift caused. I am a patient person, but I AM just a person, and there are boundaries that I will not allow to be crossed. (I am 68, not 16, and I mind my own business UNLESS I can TRULY, ALTRUISTICALLY be of help to someone.) Getting in the way of true kinship is one of those boundaries. I am also a very forgiving person. But I AM amethyst, or to use another analogy, I have been 'forged' -- am being forged daily (CURRENTLY). 1) Have I sorrow? 2) Do I SEEM weak at times? 1) Probably more than my share... ("poor,pity me"... I prefer to keep complaining to a minimum...) 2) Damn right, I AM weak -- but I am also strengthened by the yoke I gladly and gratefully wear. (If I need help, I am not ashamed to ask for it.) |
By Dawn Munro
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Thank you for reading. Your afternoon giggle --
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By Dawn Munro
Give In
Oh, what desp'rate measures, still.
You harbor such intense ill will!
What comfort can I offer you?
Shall I pretend to think it's true
you can't let go of lies and spite?
You might discover endless night
is really not without an end -
in fact, you might have found a friend.
In spite of what transpires now
I have no wish to disavow
my sacred promise made to you.
I know what you have suffered through.
But you must simply speak and share
if anyone's to have a care.
Let go! Let love encompass you.
I promise you'll be happy, too,
when you no longer feel alone -
as if in some way you atone
for things that weren't your fault at all.
To rise again, you first must fall.
The web we spin with all our lies,
traps heart and soul 'til we despise
the very one who's our BEST friend -
a mirror image can't pretend.
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By Dawn Munro
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By Dawn Munro
Hanging... By A Thread
I'm tired of living in survival mode.
I know I ruined my life - what's one more sin?
You call me up to tell me markets slowed.
I feel your sorrow buried deep within.
I have no hidden nest egg - not okay!
I live in one room down on pauper's row.
A million dollars lost in just one day?
I wish I owned a millionth of your dough.
Dear brother, can't you see the awful cost
each time you phone, and unintended, boast?
The little ground I've gained is always lost -
I'm almost ready to give up the ghost.
Instead I guess I'll leave to go to church.
With worship, I can often find my smile.
The strangers there might help me with my search -
a way to bridge our gap and lose my guile.
I know I should not envy my own blood!
I'm rarely less than joyous for my kin.
But when depression hits, it's like a flood,
and I feel like I'll never, ever win.
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Luke 9:62 - "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God."
James 1:8 - "A double minded man is unstable in all his ways." I know my brother didn't/doesn't really call to boast. He has his own family to look after, and he does -- splendidly. He's stepped up for me many times too. Still, it's hard to hear about losses in the hundreds of thousands of dollars when you're living on less than your sibling spends on a chair for his office. (Ouch!) But he has been amazingly generous with me my whole life -- and after all, he owes me nothing. Covid19 has affected us all in so many ways, although not contracting the virus is the most important thing -- we are blessed in my family. Somehow I believe ALL our economies WILL recover. But I still feel sad for my hard-working brother, and at times, for myself. It's difficult to keep saying I'm fine, pretending I don't get in a funk sometimes. But as a Christian, I know I shouldn't. I guess that's the thing about the lifestyles of those who are financially comfortable though. It's just hard for them to imagine how it is to be only scraping by. I love my brother dearly, and he worries too much as it is, so this is one area of my character I have to work on... (I think, perhaps, he 'picks up' on my mood.) Yet, my 'mood' isn't often, and prayer helps. Is it really envy I feel? I don't really think so -- I believe it's more regret for past mistakes/looking back instead of forward. I am so GUILTY, and once I start, there's a tsunami of regrets! In my poem, by the way, when I say I will "go to church", I mean online. Thank you for reading! |
By Dawn Munro
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Beware the wolf; it preys on the vulnerable. Thank you for reading.
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By Dawn Munro
Humbly Your Child
by Dawn Munro
copyright 2020
Everything good is of You, Lord!
I make such stupid mistakes.
Often I find I'm distracted -
the news full of pain and heartaches.
You nudge me, remind me You're with me,
that I must remember to pray -
my lapses in judgement are stunning!
To fix what I did yesterday
will take what you give us so freely -
by Grace we exist in this world.
I ask for Your help with my problem -
Your wisdom and mercy unfurled.
But also I pray to draw closer-
I'll kneel every day when I wake!
I'll try to remember my Father
forgives me, and makes no mistake.
~*~
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Sometimes it's not a matter of knowing what to do, but knowing how to do it without causing oneself more grief.
(Wouldn't it be great if we never made mistakes?) :) |
By Dawn Munro
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Have a care, lest you break a heart -- it may be your own that will suffer. We can question the way of things, but it doesn't change them. Only God can move mountains.
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