Armed with only a large shield, I cowered behind its protection, til, supplied with a plethora of apt tools, I stood forth to courageously confront the challenges of life.
by Cheryl Merrick The time has come for letting go of hopes, dreams, and yearnings for a relationship which can not be in this life. The time has come for letting go of old lingering hurts, for ending the manipulation, and for ceasing to enable another to demean me.
by Cheryl Merrick Though I sorrow for the prison you are in and know you did not choose it, I am powerless to release you. Only by opening the door to Him who stands and knocks can you be freed. Only He has the power to make you whole and heal your broken heart and mind.
by Cheryl Merrick Lacking a sense of self, the child-mothers cling to their daughters. Frightened by a world they have no skills to cope with, like drowning persons, they frantically claw their way up the souls of their daughters.
(Death of a Parent) by Cheryl Merrick How can I say goodbye? This is too soon. I'm not ready to live without you. How can I go on without your support? You, who have unfailingly been there loving and supporting me, have left an emptiness in my life where you have always been. When I look into the mirror, how can I not be filled with reminiscences of you? How can I not see reflected the heritage you have given me?
by Cheryl Merrick Most flames join the blazing hearth fire adding to its merry warmth, But a few choose solitary candlesticks bringing light to even the darkest night.
by Cheryl Merrick In a quiet room with a comfy chair and large windows overlooking the world, I found my poet's heart. Within is a craving to experience the hours of intense focus, and the exquisite beauty in the flashes of inspiration which connect me to the divine. I long to be warmed by the energy of creating, and to, at last, enjoy that tender moment when I gently hold my new insight lantern high filling it with light and hope, then watch as it slowly rises to sparkle in the world's dark night sky.
by Cheryl Merrick Feeling restricted and concluding that my dreams were being frustrated, I begged to be freed. If only I could get out more and do the things "normal" people do, Then I would be happy. Years passed as I quietly sat in my home longing to be out, but occasionally, when I'd be "out and about" for a few days, all I'd feel was an intense longing to be still and rest.
by Cheryl Merrick Looking through others' eyes, I tried to be as they saw me: "sweet little Sherry" endlessly giving love and support; the ever "busy homemaker" rushing around nurturing everyone; or the "friendly neighbor" chatty and helpful. Continuing my act, I'd push myself trying so hard to make myself into what I thought others wanted and needed; till, exhausted, my facade falls away revealing a sensitive idealist who thrives in those quiet moments when I touch the heavens and feel its power directing my words.