by Cheryl Merrick
Shut in her home,
the woman huddles
in her ever darkening room.
Cold and lonely,
she spends her days lost in viewing
old photo albums and scrapbooks;
memories of summer;
a time when she basked
in the warmth of having
her husband and young children
surrounding her; needing her.
Now it is winter,
her husband, long dead,
has left her to continue alone.
Her children, now grown and far away,
have little time to spend with her
for they are busily raising their children
and enjoying their own summer.
Monday, February 26, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Leading
by Cheryl Merrick
Will I choose to lead the way
back to our heavenly home,
or will I follow others
aimless ramblings?
Will I set a righteous example
as I strive to follow the Lord,
or will I simply demonstrate
mindless obedience?
Will I soar through the clouds,
or become lost caring for things?
Will I bury my talents,
or share them?
Which do I choose?
Fulfillment or suppression?
The choice is mine.
Will I choose to lead the way
back to our heavenly home,
or will I follow others
aimless ramblings?
Will I set a righteous example
as I strive to follow the Lord,
or will I simply demonstrate
mindless obedience?
Will I soar through the clouds,
or become lost caring for things?
Will I bury my talents,
or share them?
Which do I choose?
Fulfillment or suppression?
The choice is mine.
Friday, February 2, 2018
Soaring and Rocks
by Cheryl Merrick
Like a bird soaring
high above the ground,
I see patterns below me
and am warmed
by the light from above.
Not built for rock moving,
I collapse in exhaustion
beside my the pitiful pile
-- my full day's work.
Having chosen the earth
where his strength is needed,
the powerful draft horse
sees my plight.
In a few hours he has
all my rocks neatly piled
where they need to be.
Satisfied with his accomplishment,
he listens to my tales
of the view from the sky.
Like a bird soaring
high above the ground,
I see patterns below me
and am warmed
by the light from above.
Not built for rock moving,
I collapse in exhaustion
beside my the pitiful pile
-- my full day's work.
Having chosen the earth
where his strength is needed,
the powerful draft horse
sees my plight.
In a few hours he has
all my rocks neatly piled
where they need to be.
Satisfied with his accomplishment,
he listens to my tales
of the view from the sky.
Labels:
Creativity,
INFJ,
ISTJ,
Love,
Marriage,
Personality,
SJ's,
Strength,
Stress
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Grateful for Weaknesses
by Cheryl Merrick
Blessed with an astounding intuitive ability
to see and foresee patterns of human behavior,
I feel humbly grateful.
Preferring intuition over sensing
also makes me astoundingly weak
in handling the many details of life.
This weakness has brought me
tears, frustration, embarrassment,
and finally to my knees
humbly begging God for His help
in coping with the small things
that others do so easily.
Blessed with an astounding intuitive ability
to see and foresee patterns of human behavior,
I feel humbly grateful.
Preferring intuition over sensing
also makes me astoundingly weak
in handling the many details of life.
This weakness has brought me
tears, frustration, embarrassment,
and finally to my knees
humbly begging God for His help
in coping with the small things
that others do so easily.
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