Monday, January 26, 2009

The Lady who Writes Rhymes

Did you know that I am a poet. Well not a published one, but writing poetry is something that I enjoy doing. Writing a poem is not something that I set out to do, it is something that comes to my mind and if I don't write it down, it is gone in a short time. I have stopped driving down the highway, to jot down words that God has given to me. Sometimes it is about the beauty of the world that I see around me, sometimes about people that I know and sometimes about nothing in particular. I guess that I inherited the ability to write as my grandmother, aunt, and dad all wrote poetry. I have often been asked to write a poem for a certain occasion but it isn't that easy. God needs to be the one to inspire me. Often what I start out with isn't what I end up with so I know that the words really come from God. I am not a talented , rambling writer like my daughters and I not full of humor but God has made my writing special and they are just right for me.

We can't all be rich and famous,
Or be listed in "Who's Who"
But each and every one of us
Has important work to do.

We often do not realize
The importance of our deeds
Or to what degree of greatness
Unnoticed kindness leads.

It's not being rich and famous
In the world of fame and praise
But it's doing kindly things
In an unpretentious way.

The work that God has given
Trifle as it seems
Is what makes our task outstanding
And brings reality to dreams.

So do not idly sit and wonder
Of the great things you can do
Put to use the little talents
That God has given you.

For right here where He placed us
Is right where we ought to be
To take upon our burden
The jobs He has for you and me.

And everyone should brighten up
The spot where they are standing
And each be more considerate
And not quite so demanding

If we use the gifts God gives us
And put each one right to work
If we encourage one another
This will be a better Earth.

Now I don't have much talent
And my light don't often shine
So I guess I'll be remembered
As the lady who writes Rhymes.

So much for that . Someday I will entertain you with another of my inspirations.
Now, I am going to sit and watch the birds at the feeder as they try to fill themselves before the real storm sets in. The snow is falling and I have mixed feelings about it. I know that it is so much work for the Rancher and son but our dry prairie land needs the moisture so badly. Fires in the area in this past week have burned off thousands of acres, Part of the damages were on our son-in-laws family's ranch. Building fence that has been burned out is not a pleasant job. Pray for moisture.

2 comments:

Dawn said...

Guess what--now you're published! You clicked that 'publish' button at the bottom of your post and voila! There you are! That was great. If you're ever stuck on what to post, you could use some of your old poems!

Andi said...

Loved the poem. I tried to post a comment earlier, but my internet was down. That's the perils of satellite internet!