You Were Never Really Here

You Were Never Really Here

Oh my darling

How I dreamed of you

From the days of young

I have sung a song

Dreaming of a life with you

I gave you all

I tried my best

I couldn’t help

What has happened now

You promised in an oath

To stand by me

Through thick and thin

Now tears flow quick

As I see you at the door

Suitcases packed

You turned your back

I don’t want this cancer

I don’t want to go it alone

I whisper come back to me

As you open and close the door

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11.10.2014

Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry

( My Facebook poetry page)

I Know You Have the Answers

May I ask you some questions? I am stressed today and I just feel the mood to get into some good conversations. So here are the questions I have wondered about.

1. Why do bats sleep hanging upside down?

2. Why is it about Christmas that brings out the smiles in most people? B. What would it take to get those smiles all year-long?

3. Why is it that babies have been born for centuries, and yet year after year, doctor’s make up new ways to raise them from birth to year one?

4. Why is it when we start thinking of something too much, we make it happen? Example, we start thinking about our car, and how good it has been and how lucky we are to not have major problems, and then boom, it needs mechanical repairs.

5. Why is it when one thing goes wrong in our day, things go wrong the entire day?

6. Why is it that snakes and spiders scare the crap out of us?

Alrighty then, questions are asked; now let’s see your answers.

The Gospel – The Power of God!

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Dear Friend,

God loves you, and there are five things God wants you know about Him, andI feel impressed by Him to tell you what they are.

1. Jesus was born. Babies are born every day, but Jesus is different, because although Mary is His earthly mother, God is His heavenly Father. That makes Him different than any other person that has ever walked the earth. Think of it this way, the egg inside of Mary was human, the sperm divine. Theologians call this Immaculate Conception, but to most of us it is the Christmas story. God became a man in the form of Jesus Christ, Emanuel, God with us. God came to earth and joined humanity, like each of us, as a meek helpless baby. Jesus is not merely the son of God, but God the Son, the second person of the Trinity.

2. Jesus grew up, he became…

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No Time to Waste

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Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.

Life is too short to worry. It is one of my best lines because it is my weakest area. I worry about the tomorrows I know nothing of. I worry about mistakes I made in the past; which for the most part, I can not go back and undo.

I worry about hurting family and friend’s feelings. I am extremely worried about this year at Christmas. I have always managed to pull off gifts for my kids and have a good feeling about the whole holiday.

This year is different. Not only am I not up where most of my family resides, where I can be the one who  provides the home and food, I am fighting having a job that takes care of the bills. On top of that, I have this huge dental bill right before Christmas.

I never want to hurt my kids in any way, but I wish gift-giving was out this year and concentration of spending quality time together and pigging out on all the food  that will add to the table would be the high-light.

I worry about all the families in the world whose children have bought into, by innocence, that the day of Christmas is all about getting gifts. Those families that have to carry the guilt within themselves about not having the extra money this year and how in the world are they going to explain to their kids that Santa may carry less gifts or none at all makes me so sad.

I know that when I was a kid we didn’t get tons of gifts. I know that I did get the gift that I asked for. Added in to that were pajamas and maybe slippers or a house robe. We could expect to go to Grandma’s house and open a gift of a game or maybe a Bible or a locket.

My best memories were not the gift, but the day of all being together. Laughing, eating, playing tag inside and out. Being so tired that my eyes were shut by the time we left their drive-way; those are my awesome memories.

Today, Christmas represents not only Christ, but almost equal to it in size, stress. Most are so relieved when the day has ended, and twice as upset when the credit card bills start coming in.

I hate it when I worry, but no matter what I do, I am not able to stop it. Praying does help but I find myself still worrying. There is a difference between having compassion and empathy for other families or understanding the hurt my kids may feel from not having that big Christmas like years before.

Worrying about it just doesn’t help. Christmas will come and Christmas will leave for another 365 days. It is up to me, on how I look at it and handle it this year; but I worry, I already know this. Now that I look at what I wrote, the words worry and coward are synonyms. It is hard to have one without the other.

What makes us afraid enough to worry? Any ideas you want to share with me?