Category Archives: My World

My writing and art collection relating to lifetime experiences.

God Came Down to Me

God Came Down to Me

“Pale Pink Cosmos”, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

This poem was written by my niece and Goddaughter, Alexia, as a Christmas present to my husband and me several years ago.  I was very touched by it, because I know that it revealed so much of her heart.  Thank you Alexia, for being the precious niece that you are to me.

God Came Down to Me

A poem by Alexia D. Ghering

Each time I walked with eyes cast down

and felt too weak to reach God in prayer,

it was then, he came down to me,

As he watched my footsteps falter.

Within my heart, he poured out his grace,

and gave me strength to walk on farther; Continue reading →

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The Human Senses

the human senses

“Vibrant Pink Lily,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

The Human Senses…the most amazing abilities of the human body.

I think that some of the most amazing abilities of the body are the five human senses: to see, to smell, to hear, to taste and to feel.  Even when one or more of these senses are absent from the body, the others step in and make a way for an individual to experience his or her surroundings in a powerful way.  When the eyes cannot see, fingers become lenses, filled with vivid imagery.  When the ears cannot hear, the eyes and the nose speak clearly through the silence. It really is fascinating how the senses enhance how we experience life. Continue reading →

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Speak to me

Speak to me...

“Hydrangea”, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove

Speak to me…love is a language not spoken with words.

“Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.”  (Song of Solomon 4:16 NIV)

Speak to me…

Hush, come closer, press against me,

let me hear you.

No, not with words spoken from your lips,

let me know you.

Breath in deeply, exhale slowly,

your thoughts are there, I can feel them. Continue reading →

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Life and living…

life and living

“Celebrate Life!,” graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Life and living…

I have done a lot of thinking about life and living it these days. I am the product of a multi-racial heritage. I often think of each member of my extended family as a patch of fabric all sewn together into one big, colorful blanket, That imagery has always brought comfort and warmth to my heart. With all of the racial tension surrounding us in the media recently, I can’t  help, however, to think about how my own ethnicity has impacted my life.  It seems strange to be writing about such a thing because there are so many facets to it.  I could go on  and on about the subtle events that have taken place in my past that bruised rather than lifted me up.  The things that caused me to be disappointed rather than hopeful.  There are also just as many times that I can remember being able to hold my head high, and to be proud of my accomplishments, despite any negativity that may have threatened to get in the way.

“I am living my life to the beat of my own drum and making my own beautiful music along the way.” Felecia R. Weber Continue reading →

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My God Is An Awesome God

My god is an awesome god

“Surf, Isles of Shoals,” 1913, Childe Hassam. Image from a page of the 2012 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

My God is an awesome God…my portion, my strength, my all.

I begin most days with prayer and meditation during my morning workouts.  The places my mind travels to while running those miles on the treadmill, set the framework for how I deal with whatever challenges I may face.  Recently, the verse from scripture below spoke to me and everything that it inspired within me, is what I’ve written in this poem.  May your day be filled with the things that inspire you as well.

“Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for The Lord God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6) Continue reading →

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Peace

Peace -pink peony

“Miss Lucy” Peony (6/25), photograph by Chris Bartlett 

Peace

What do you think of when you think of “peace?”  What imagery comes to your mind?  I recently went to a concert at the site where the original Woodstock Music Festival was held…the well-known “peace sign” spoke its message throughout that place.  At the burial site at my grandmother’s funeral, a flock of white doves was released into the air…I remember thinking of how “peaceful” they looked as they dressed the skies with their quiet beauty.  Sometimes, I think of it when the splendor of a breathtaking piece of music makes its way through my ears and into my soul, and I pause for a moment to let it serenade my heart with its melody.

Peace. It means so many things to so many people. Continue reading →

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Thoughts of You…

 

Thoughts of You

“Iris Blossoms”, Lew Eliacopoulos (Festibrate.com)

Thoughts of You…let this be for whomever you need it to be.

I shared this poem, “Thoughts of You…”, with my sister Marjorie, a while back.  After reading it, she asked me, “Who was that one about?”  My answer:

“Hmmmm, what a question!  Interesting, when I write, things just kind of come to me, I don’t always have anyone in mind, really.  My words come from dormant emotions that demand to be released.  It’s like, I close my eyes, deafen my ears, and let my feelings take over.  They dance upon the keyboard; they make their own music.  I can’t do it any other way.  It’s more pure when I don’t attach anyone to what I write.  That way each piece kind of has its own identity…it stands alone, apart from boundaries, not confined; free to just ‘be’.  Continue reading →

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“Over the river and through the woods…”

over the river and through the woods

“The Forest at Pontaubert” , 1881, George Seurat. Image from a page of the 2012 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

Over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go…

That old familiar song, “Over The River And Through The Woods”, popped into my head while I was out walking our dog the other day.  I don’t know why I thought of a wintry song, when we have had some of the hottest days of the year so far.  Perhaps I was trying to cool off subliminally.  The thick summer air, the intermingling fragrances of evergreen trees, dry grass and honeysuckle, all reminded me of the summers my sister and I spent at our grandmother’s house.   Being bathed in the heat and these heavy natural scents all caused me to smile and led me down the proverbial memory lane.

“The song may be out of season, but my memories of the summers spent with my grandmother never are…” Continue reading →

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