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Ezekiel!

Ezekiel

This is Ezekiel, the beautiful and loving Labradoodle, who belongs to my dear friends Pamela & Royal Starkey

Ezekiel! He puts smiles on faces that once were so sad.

“I believe that God defined unconditional love when he created dogs.”  Felecia R. Weber, On theWingofaDove.com

Ezekiel!

Here is Ezekiel and oh what a lad.

He puts smiles on faces that once were so sad.

Ezekeil

Ezekiel helps make reading a lot more fun!

Ezekiel

Ezekiel uses his therapy dog skills to help so many people feel better.

He’s such a comfort and he’s playful too;

how he loves to join in on the things his humans do!

Ezekiel

“Did someone say TREATS?!!”

Ezekiel

“Okay, are we cycling?…vroom, vroom!

Ezekiel

“…or driving the car?!!”

Ezekiel is curious, and in his own special way…

he’ll make you chuckle and always brighten your day!

Ezekiel

“Hmmm, okay…well, this is definitely not a toy, but can we keep it anyway?!!”

Ezekiel

“Tell the truth…how do I look?”

Poem by Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs courtesy of Pamela Starkey

Ezekiel

The name Ezekiel means “strength of God,” and this loving and caring pooch certainly lives up to his name in the way he helps to strengthen the buoyancy of life in others. Thank you for your service to others Ezekiel!

“Calling all dog lovers!”

If you have a four-legged furry friend that you’d like to have featured in a poem on my blog, email your cutest pictures and a short bio to me, Felecia, at frosew04@gmail.com.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Flourishing Through Our Fears

flourishing through our fears

“No Fear In Me,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber 2013, OntheWingofaDove.com

Flourishing through our fears is not impossible; in fact, it is often times the best way to overcome them.

Fear is an emotion that we’ve all encountered in life.  Whether it be an uneasiness about what is awaiting us around the next corner, or some phobia that can be debilitating enough to interfere with our daily lives, fear is real and it affects all of us.  Of course, a healthy fear of something that will do us harm is a good thing, but what about those things that won’t harm us if we stand up and face them?  Can we flourish through our fears?

Flourishing Through Our Fears

Fear is dreadful when it takes hold of us,

causing us to tremble and scream.

The things we fear rob the peace from our days,

and invade our sleep when we dream.

Fear, you may ask, where does it come from;

the emotion full of darkness and dread?

Some say it is nothing, nothing at all.

For others it is all consuming instead.

Facing our fears, and not letting them grow,

in that way they can’t hurt us at all.

Turn them over to God, He will conquer your foe…

and He will help you never, ever to fall.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”  Isaiah 41:10

Flourishing through our fears is possible indeed…especially when we remember that we never have to face them alone.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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Abounding – What’s in a word?

Abounding

Photograph courtesy of David Brown

Abounding – What’s in a Word?

To flourish, to grow,

to go far beyond.

An endless supply;

never ever wanting for more…

“Be inspired, explore, reach higher…soar!”  Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Abounding…what’s in this word for you?  If you can tell me, please do!

Abounding to me means a richness and overflowing of something.  It seems we tend to want all that is good in life…whatever that might be to you or to me.  I personally never look forward to an abundance of troubles or anything that will cause me pain.  But you know, even when that is exactly what I get, the more of the tough times I go through…the more the good times follow.  To me, that’s abounding at its best!

May your day abound with all of the things that your heart is hoping for.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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The Masks

The MasksThe Masks…they do not move, but they seem to speak; the hushed tones of their voices are bizarre.

“There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.”  Sir Thomas Browne

When I was thinking of what to write about for this week’s theme on “faces,” a dream that I had a couple of years ago, which I refer to as “The Masks,” came to my mind.  To this day the dream puzzles me as it was so full of mystery that I still haven’t quite figured out its meaning.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I do not put a lot of stock in dreams…many of mine are likely conjured up from what I ate on a given evening or how a particular day went.  This particular dream, however, does still haunt my thoughts from time to time, and I wonder what it was trying to tell me…perhaps about myself.

The MasksThe Masks

An eerie feeling overcomes me

as I step inside the room.

The decor is bright and cheery enough,

but I have this dark, foreboding feeling,

and it’s filling my heart with gloom.

Straight ahead I see the bed, the table, the lamp,

the desk, along side the chair,

But then I turn and there they are!

The four harlequin masks gazing at me;

all with a unified stare.

Why are they here?  What do they want?

So theatrical they are.

They do not move, but they seem to speak;

the hushed tones of their voices are bizarre.

I turn away and leave them be.

I want no part of them, I don’t.

When I look back they’ve vanished, gone!

I should forget them…but I know that I won’t.

Although, “The Masks” have not yet revealed

what their true meaning is for me.

I’ve an idea that they each are a part of myself…

and perhaps that is the true mystery.

Poem by Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs by Stephen C. Weber, Venezia, 2012.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

 

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A Chill in the Air

a chill in the air

Photograph courtesy of David Brown

A chill in the air…it surrounds me so, although it doesn’t cause me to tremble.  It lures me in and takes me back to old times; those this present day does not resemble.

“I am living my life to the beat of my own drum…and making my own beautiful music along the way.”  Phoebe Winston

A Chill in the Air

A chill in the air, it surrounds me so,

although it doesn’t cause me to tremble.

It lures me in and takes me back to old times;

those this present day does not resemble.

The quiet serenity of a simple life led,

somehow gets cluttered and hidden.

When years of living get stripped away,

the stillness now here seems less forbidden.

I don’t know what ahead is in store for me;

my days are so full…need I care?

Do I dare close my eyes and let myself dream?

Is what I find something I will be able to bear?

A chill in the air; that’s what I feel now…

I’m uncertain from who or where is the cause.

I do know it has meaning, and I seek to find it out,

even if it just causes me to stop and pause.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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I Blew It!

I blew it

Photograph courtesy of Martin Watson

I Blew It!

I blew it!  We’ve all been there…what do you do when it happens to you?

I Blew It!

Wow, I really blew it!

Oh why did I ever do it?

Sometimes the outcome is not clear;

but once it’s done, the consequences I do fear.

Wow, I really blew it!

Not sure if saying sorry will do.

If I could take back what I said and did,

I would do everything to make it up to you.

Wow, I really blew it!

I wish I had a second chance.

Looking back, I see what I did wrong.

Is there a way this situation to enhance?

Wow, I really blew it!

I know, words can’t always make amends.

Please know that I have learned from my mistakes,

and now I ask…can we remain friends?

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

Saying the wrong thing, taking the wrong action, making the same mistake over and over again. These things will happen more than once in life…guaranteed.  It is how we proceed when they happen that makes all the difference.

 

Peace and love,

Felecia

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God’s Open Arms

God's Open Arms

“In Heaven,” photograph courtesy of David Brown

 

God’s open arms…I am so looking forward to seeing the face of Jesus…” (paraphrased) Stephen C. Weber

“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.”  Psalms 126:5

God’s Open Arms

(a poem written in memory of the love of my life)

What do I think of when I think of heaven?

A flood of spectacular visions fill my mind.

The brightness of the light of our Lord;

the peaceful faces of those who have gone on before.

The radiance of pristine surroundings,

where darkness can never exist.

A place where there is no pain nor suffering at all;

only bodies newly washed clean and pure.

Sounds of exquisite songs of praise to our God,

for His majesty reigns eternal there.

Most of all, I think God’s open arms

waiting to welcome me home…and never let me go.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

God's Open Arms

Stephen Cullen Weber, February 9, 1956 – August 13, 2014. Rest in peace my precious one…I love you forever.

I offer my sincere thanks to all of those who have expressed their love and caring towards Steve and me over these past several months, and now at his passing.  May God’s peace and blessings surround you now and always.

Love,

Felecia

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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

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“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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