In life we have a quiet voice, that whispers more than screams,

We open up our mouths to speak, our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams,

We take the easy path it seems, when push turns into shove,

We’re stifled by the maddening crowd, when we exhibit love.


The trail we leave behind in death, will fade like ripples do,

Eventually our memory, will be forgotten too,

But while we walk upon this orb we still have time to give,

To open up our arms and hearts, to love, be loved and live.


Like waves our lives will come and go, they rise and then they fall,

They only last for a brief time, but we can fill them all,

With never ending promises which always are fulfilled.

God’s truth and understanding, His blood for us was spilled.


Our lasting heritage will be, not what we did in life,

But how God lived within our hearts and carried us through strife,

How He alone has shown the way, to heaven’s brilliant light,

And gave to us a legacy, to share from dawn to night.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to MAKING WAVES

  1. Myrna Migala says:

    A most beautiful poem and painting too! A watercolor, perhaps?

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