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For all to come

For all to come

“Tennis at Newport” (Detail), 1919, George Bellows. Image from a page of the 2012 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

“Right now you are busy preparing the way…for all to come…”

“…and He shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more. And there shall be night no more; and they need no light of lamp, neither light of sun; for the Lord God shall give them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.” (Revelation 21:4 & 22:5)

For all to come…

Beautiful, dazzling, bright,
That’s what the world is in your sight.
No hope is lost, all dreams fulfilled,
Joy reigns in every heart. Continue reading →

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Because I Love You

because I love you

“Yellow Magnolia Blossom,” colored pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Because I Love You…there are so many reasons and so many ways…

Love and friendship, can you have one without the other?  I believe that both are essential for  any relationship to be true, to be real.  Love is the glue that holds a friendship together; without it, the relationship simply falls apart.

Because I Love You

How much do I love you?

Let me count the ways…

Cliche, cliche, cliche!

I don’t know what to say.

I don’t know how to feel. Continue reading →

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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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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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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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Dance…Poetry in Motion

Dance - poetry in motion

“Spring” graphite pencil drawing, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

“Move, dance, let your body write its own poem.”

Dance…Poetry In Motion
A body in motion,
A river flowing…
Connected, never far apart.
A figure swaying to her inner rhythm,
A trickling stream rushing toward the open sea,
Silence gives way to a single note,
The body awakens; the hint of a dance
The chord has been struck, there is no turning back,
Hear the music, breathe in the melody,
Linger there, let it guide you freely,
Can you feel it?
Take the first step, never regret it…
A promise never failed…live your dream,
Become it! Continue reading →

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Sisters, so far, yet so close.

Although my sisters are far away, I feel so close to them. 

Sisters - Marjorie

“Marjorie” My big sister; full of life and vibrancy!

My two sisters and I live quite a distance apart.  Marjorie, my older sister, lives in Ohio, while my younger sister, Andrea, lives in Pennsylvania.  Given our busy schedules, to travel to either location from where I am in New York, can be a challenge.  Continue reading →

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