Category Archives: Poetry

Poetic writing collection relating to lifetime experiences.

Who Is This Jesus?

who is this jesus?

“Lenten Banner (hand-crafted by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com), photograph by Marilynn Hill

 

Who is this Jesus?…”But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”  Isaiah 53:5

Who Is This Jesus?

Who is this Jesus?

Son of God, full of hope.

You are always with us,

helping us to cope.

Who is this Jesus?

With you I am not lost.

You are my Savior and my Lord.

For me, you paid a great cost.

Who is this Jesus?

I only want more of you.

For without you I am nothing,

you give me purpose; my soul you renew.

Who is this Jesus?

You are precious; you are light.

When I face my darkest times,

you are the focus of my sight.

Who is this Jesus?

From the grave you did raise.

In gratitude, throughout my life;

to you I will always give praise.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Who Is This Jesus? - 2

“He is Risen!,” colored pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Thank you Jesus for dying in my place and for giving me the gift of eternal life.

“Jesus answered, ‘I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.”  John 14:6

May His life fill your heart today and always,

Felecia

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This Is My World

This is my world

“Here she is again, Halo Rose…my how she’s grown!”

This Is My World…welcome to it!

A day in the life of Halo Rose

This is my world.

How I love to play…

In fact, that is how I start each and every day!

This is my world

“As you can see, playing with her many toys has been Halo’s favorite pastime ever since she was a puppy!”

This my world,

How I love to explore…

My tail keeps on wagging whenever I dart out the door!

This is my world

“Hmmm, I am not sure what she loves more, the diving board, or the peanut that her mom, Marilyn Hill used to keep her still for this photograph!”

This is my world,

How I love to share…

My big sister and me, we make quite the pair!

This is my world

“Halo keeps her big sister Penny Sparkle on her toes…both day and night!”

This is my world,

How I love to help…

If my Dad makes a mistake, I give a big “Yelp”!

This is my world

“Halo loves to help her dad, Dick Hill, whenever she can…a second pair of eyes never hurts, right?”

This is my world,

How I love to try new things…

But some things, I’ve found are just for human beings!

“Well, I suppose this photograph needs no explanation!”

This is my world,

How I loved sharing it with you…

Please come back and visit soon…I’ll have lots more to share with you!

Bye for now…Halo Rose

Nap time!

(poem by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs by Marilyn Hill)

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Riding the Waves

Riding the Waves

“The Great Wave at Kanagawa” from the series “Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji,” 1830-32, Katsushika Hokusai. Image from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

 

Riding the Waves…when we are inspired, we explore, we reach higher, we soar!

“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”  Andre Gide

Riding the Waves

There’s a sound and it’s roaring,

Yes, it is calling my name.

I wonder, shall I answer?

If I do, will I ever be the same?

It is strong and demanding.

It beckons my heart…”Come to me!”

It is bold, it is fresh…

like waves rushing out to sea.

There’s a sound and it’s roaring,

I worry…I cannot swim!

I don’t know, where will it take me?

Is it for real, or simply a whim?

I am told for a seed to grow,

it must wither and die.

I can see the shore in the distance.

Step out and wade toward it, shall I?

There’s a sound and it’s roaring,

Okay, I shall take a dive!

Though I am tossed to and fro,

riding the waves, I am alive!

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

My life is full of wonder right now… I feel as if I am on the edge of my seat!  I can’t look back, only forward…what is there awaiting me?  I am afraid, yet I am not…I am weak, yet there is a power within me that propels me forward.  What is that thing that won’t let me dwindle?  What is that thing that keeps my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss what there is to see?  Indeed, I feel as though I am riding the waves…heading toward a distant shore…one full of hope,  one full of life!

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

 

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All The World’s a Stage

all the world's a stage

“Dark Clown,” 1980, drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

All the world’s a stage…we each have a part to play.

“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; a stage where every man must play a part…” (from William Shakespeare’s “The Merchant of Venice, Act 1, Scene 1”)

All The World’s a Stage

All the world’s a stage.

We each have a part to play.

The script is written; we practice, we recite.

We act out each scene through the day and through the night.

All the world’s a stage.

Some roles we favor, and some we do not.

We gleam in the spotlight, we shine in its ray;

but we fade into darkness when the light goes away.

All the world’s a stage.

We perform without ceasing.

Even when the audience is near empty, and the applause is weak,

the show must go on…no matter what it is we seek.

All the world’s a stage.

We give our best; we give our all.

When the curtain starts closing; when the last line is said…

What is it in life that propels us ahead?

All the world’s a stage.

So what do you say to that?

What part do you play, a leading role per chance?

Whatever it may be, to the lives of others may it enhance.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

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I Can Read It On Your Face

I Can Read It On Your Face

“Betty Newell,” 1922, Charles Courtney Curran. Image from a page of the 2013 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

 

I can read it on your face…an expression, a look can tell others what we hold inside.

I Can Read It On Your Face

(a poem dedicated to my precious husband Stephen Cullen Weber)

I can read it on your face.

When something causes you to fear.

You needn’t worry, for I am always near.

I can read it on your face.

When a wrong fills you up with anger.

I admire your willingness to help others in danger.

I can read it on your face.

Shown through your gentle brown eyes so kind,

the compassionate spirit that fills your heart and mind.

I can read it on your face.

You are strong, courageous and brave.

Your character is always consistent in how you behave.

I can read it on your face.

When you are filled with pain and sorrow.

You never complain, yet you seek the hope of tomorrow.

I can read it on your face.

All of the love that you have for me.

I cannot express in words dear, how very much you mean to me.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.” 1 Corinthians 13:1

Sometimes a certain look is all that it takes to convey so much more than words can ever speak.  The eyes can express a feeling so deeply that it touches ones heart in a way that no other form of communication can transmit.  At times, the voice is useless in relaying what needs to be said.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

“Leia’s Eyes,” photograph by my niece Leia Gabrielle

 

Through the looking glass…what do you see when you look beyond the present?

“For now I see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as I am known.” 1 Corinthians 13:12 

Through the Looking Glass

Through the looking glass I peer,

eyes wide open, longing to see,

all the things in the world that lie before me.

I see storms, I see sun, I see rainbows and such.

They’re so real that it seems I can reach out and touch.

Life is uncertain, there are many things I do not know,

but as I seek God’s guidance, his will to me he will show.

When darkness surrounds me; I will not fear the night.

For soon a new day is dawning, full of all that is bright.

For now I can see, a glimpse of what for me is in store,

there is hope, there is peace, there is love and so much more.

What do you see when you open your eyes wide?

May it be the love God provides, when in him you abide.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

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The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

The Best of Times

“Reflection in the Water,” photograph by R. Flanagan

 

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

“There is a time for everything…There is a time to cry. And there’s a time to laugh. (Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4)

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

The best of times,

the worst of times,

somehow they all fall into place.

They can build us up,

they can tear us down.

What we do with them matters the most.

The best of times,

the worst of times,

they shape our stories, our passions, our work.

They can fill our dreams,

impact our hopes and our needs.

They can add meaning to our lives.

The best of times,

the worst of times,

Do you ever wonder where you’d be?

Without such experiences,

What would we treasure?

What would we forget? What would we keep?

The times in life that we remember the most, are the ones that were truly worth living.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

 

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Green…

What's in a Word - Green

“Green Hydrangea Buds,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Green…What’s in a word?

Grass, lettuce, warmth, love,

happy, springtime,

streaming shades of green from above.

Shamrock, mint, nature, moss

there are so many word to describe this color,

I am not at a loss!

The love of God, the earth below,

pea soup, a golf course,

blades of grass peeking through the snow!

Now it is your turn,

what else have you heard?

Go on, the color green,

can you think of a word?

What’s in this word for you? Do tell me, please.

Given the soon coming of spring and St. Patrick’s Day right around the corner, the color green was a natural pick for this month. There is a freshness about that lovely hue, there are so many shades of it; some more yellow others more blue.  Oh my, I can’t seem to stop rhyming .  What’s happening to me?  Perhaps there is magic in this color…try it for yourself and see!

Happy day!

Felecia

 

 

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