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Foreclosure Day II
by Joyce E Bowling → (All Poetry by Joyce E Bowling)
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In January I posted "Foreclosure Day" which left the readers in suspense...and now Foreclosure Day II
*Foreclosure Day II…* The month of March came bringing cold winds winds that whistled through the cracks in the floors… It was hard to imagine, The inside like this, For I had imagined it… Warm and cozy, instead…it was cold and damp. But I would try to be happy… happy to have a home, A place to lay my head… Oh Lord I cried…this is not what I imagined, I now was on the inside looking out… A house with four rooms, and an extended bathroom, unfinished with pipes exposed. I’ll never forget the uneven floors, covered by worn linoleum… not the soft carpets I had grown accustomed to. Shelves replacing cabinets, windows that were nailed shut. Doorways with no doors to shut… Times were tough, but our love was abundant, Oh Lord I cried! Will this get better? I now was on the inside looking out… No closets to hang our clothes, only a curtained corner with a wire to suffice. A closet devoid of a furnace a chimney for the smoke to pass through... Sleeping next to the wood-burning stove, to keep warm at night. When it rain we’d move our bed, So not to get wet… Tin replaced the quiet shingles of our other home… Water was heated upon the stove… For no water heater was housed within this home. Convenience was a thing of the past… "Oh Lord when will this pass?" For I was now on the inside looking out. Things began to go bump in the night… Stirring and moving about, What were the noises? Where were they coming from? And who or what was making them? Nights became sleepless as upon this I did ponder… Cold breezes were often felt, For no reason we could find… The answer it was finally divulged, When one cold night a mother raccoon did appear, She too was a stranger living within the attack, Another family of four… They too were on the inside looking out… Crying softly within the shadows of the night, Lord I’m grateful for this home, Even though it’s not the home I’d imagined… I recall the lacy curtains and the glowing yellow light, how it did shine through, the whicker furniture upon the porch, Now with only a broken porch swing. I had imagined it so much different… From the outside… now I was on the inside looking out. Lord, when will we have our own home again? This I did plead… A home that is warm, safe, and ours… A home that my children may call their own… I sat quietly trapped within the darkness of my mind. A mountain before me, Too big to climb, How? When? Why? When I soft voice whispered in my ear… “When you’ve done all you can do my child, just stand” Had I done all I knew to do? Was there something more to do…why Lord why? Again, a gentle spirit spoke…“Pray for my will Pray…when there so much left to do?” I did not understand… Before me stood this mountain The top I could not see. Stand, when I must climb, how I cried? “The climb is within your heart…faith my child, Faith in me will allow you to climb.” Lord, help me I cried… For I was on the inside looking out. I wondered how I would ever climb this mountain by faith… The mountain that was bigger than I… Tears streamed down my face as I asked Lord When? For I could carry this no more, I am tired Lord, I am weak, I cannot stand any longer… “Get up and take one more step of faith… Then be steadfast, Be ye unmovable… and stand my child…for I will fight this battle, I will help you climb, this mountain, This mountain called Time…” ©Copyright 2007 Written By: Joyce Bowling all rights reserved The Lord did help me to climb that mountain called time. While on this climb He also taught me patience, as I had never known before. I also learned to always pray in His will, for our way is not His way, and His time is not our time. After about a year we moved out leaving four raccoons behind…still residing in the attic My husband returned to work, I returned to school, and after a few years we were the proud owners of the farm of our dreams where we still reside today…much wiser for the experience of life inside the little white house on the hill, and the climb up the mountain called time…

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on July 12, 2007

What can I say? Your struggle and finding more faith and patience, is inspirational. Strong emotions, raw reality, caged by economic disaster. And you made it. I know it hurt with a pain beyond the trials I have had with housing. I only almost lost my house. Thank you for sharing this battle you finally won. It's been years but the pain is still there. God Bless. Excellent. Liz

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 30, 2007

Wow Joyce. This an exceptional write! God does give us many mountains to climb,and with faith and his and in ours we do reach the top. Truely inspiring!!!!!.........M

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 29, 2007

A wonderful testimonial to unyielding faith, trust and love... for God and each other. These things belittle our circumstances and go to show that it's not what goes on externally that we can judge life by, but what is wrought on the inside. In your soul is light, life and pure gold, Joyce. Your life and witness are priceless and achieved through personal cost which has turned to bless you a hundred fold... and us through your story. You have much to give and share - and do so willingly, I know. You know what true wealth and riches are... of the soul and spirit. Wonderful, thank you. Kate xx

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on March 29, 2007

Those who honour Me those will I honour, we are reminded in Scripture. Be still and know that I am God. Let God be God.
My ways are not your ways, says the Lord.
The list of exhortations for us to be patient is extensive.

God honoured you and your husband in a remarkable way.

Regards
Dai

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on March 28, 2007

held my attention all the way

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 28, 2007

"Foreclosure Day II"
Enjoyed immensely this well written poetic narrative.
Yes must say acquiring patience can be a most humbling
and mind you blessed event. Each step builds character bit by bit
for we all need to know how to suffice and how to survive. As only the strong survives...and that is strong, steady, keeping a prayerful heart. Lord never lets us down~Excellent as always Joyce!

Thank you so much for sharing a peek inside,
From the Heart...

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on March 27, 2007

Bountiful in contents, beautiful in poemization, and ~wonderfully poetized, this store-poem, "Foreclosure Day II" has paid its poetic dues.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on March 27, 2007

great reflective poetry displaying your faith and strength. they say what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger

Reviewed by Fannie Hudson

Reviewed on March 26, 2007

Joyce my friend, thank you so much for sharing this blessed story. We have no idea how others have to go through things that are difficulty, and others don't have any problems at all. I have learned that if God has chosen you to do His work you must past the test. And from what I have read and can undertand, you stood and you passed the test. Blessings always.

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2007

Dear Joyce, the Lord has His way of teaching us things, but it takes time. Patience is a hard thing to aquire, but we do learn.
Your story is so well written Joyce.

Believe it or not, but I chose to live on an old farm about 20 years ago, just to experience the way it must have been. There was no running water, no bathroon inside the house..just an out-house way out back.
I was pregnant with Elijah, and by the time I hobbled down the stairs, and outside to pee, back in from the cold winter, climbed the stairs needing to sleep, I'd be wide awake. When you're pregnant this bathroom routine as you know becomes a real pain.
The walls on the house had no insallation, and we heated the house with a pot bellied stove. In the morning we'd wake up seeing our breath.

Still, there was somthing awesome about that old house and the whole experience that I'll never forget.
With no running water, I'd boil water on the wood stove to wash out Elijah's diapers. We didn't do anything the easy way, but that was a choice. ( and I'm a little odd to say the least)
I enjoyed your poem very much. Keep writting Joyce, you're very talented. love holly

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 24, 2007

Outstanding write Joyce
The so call good old days
where hard times for us too
Potbelly wooden stoves
for heating , and the the more dangerous ones
the kerosine heathers, we survived the "Good old days
of Hard times
Peace be with you

William
Love & Peace

Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia

Reviewed on March 24, 2007

Praise God!
What a wonderful Testimony of your faith, Joyce!

I truly understand these faith-builder times in our lives. The whole time I was reading, only one Scripture kept running through my head:
"Ye shall not need to fight in this battle: set yourselves, stand ye still, and see the salvation of the LORD with you..!"

Thank you for such encouragement in The LORD!
Love, Rhonda

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 24, 2007

Comes across like a fairy tale story, Joyce. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Jeff Mason

Reviewed on March 23, 2007

Very moving write. -- Jeff

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on March 23, 2007

Joyce,

He is faithful when we stand still and humble and praise him in the midst of clamity, disappointment it is then he weaves the perfection to answer and deliver our blessings. I loved reading this poem it meant so much with so many lessons in this on faith.. Yet the human side of refrain and pain..... Reminded me of a favorite piece by C.G. Rossetti
UP-Hill
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the journey take a whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

Thank you for such a blessing to read as only your anointed pen could deliver this day.
Blessings,
Josie

Reviewed by E. Farrand (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

I am certain that you were able to bring love to that house despite the physical condition of it. Well written, Joyce. I enjoyed it.

Reviewed by Samuel Stone

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

A very entertaining and well written piece... I enjoyed the read...
Sam

Reviewed by Karen Cino

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Good things happen to people who are patient. This is a lovely write full of promises that eventually get fulfilled in time. This is full with emotions. Good luck to you.

~hugs~
Karen

Reviewed by Daring Sunshine

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Goose bumps! What a wonderful write from a heart of misery to joy. Beauty for ashes...God's promises are grand and you've written excellent in detail of this mountain called time.
Peace&Grace,
Sharon

Reviewed by Angel God is Love

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Thanks for this you have a great talent. God gave you a gift of writing.
Thanks Hugs to you.

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

With God in your heart and your
Strong faith you can climb
Any mountain, we are all his children
This poem is full of spiritual feelings
Beautiful emotions and Joyce..I admire your Faith!!
Love And Peace to You my friend....Morning Star

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Well if this doesn't make us count our blessings -nothing will. We can climb any mountain if we persevere and keep our faith in Him -even the mountain of time. This is reminiscent of a poignant scene in Shakespeare's "King Lear." Having been dethroned and cast out into the wilderness, with cold rain pouring down on him, harsh winds blowing and no sign of shelter, Lear feels utterly abandoned. You put us there Joyce, "on the inside looking out." Well done!
~Butch

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

With God anything is possible...thanks for sharing!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

my this is an odyssey inside and out of doubt and despair mingled with hope and a final victory. great write. great faith. thanks for sharing

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Excellent write, Joyce, glad you made it! You can't make it without Him!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Hopefully, time makes us all a tad wiser, and I'm sure prayers don't hurt either, and we're very glad to hear you climbed that mountain!

Reviewed by Amy Sellers (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Joyce, your reflection of hard times past has put horrible memories into a beautiful collection of words. Though sad, the story helps me to reflect upon my own life... and to appreciate all the little things. Thanks for helping me to slow down for a moment and find peace in today. Your strength and perserverence is incredible... thanks for sharing. Sent with love, Amy S

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Pearls of wisdom in your words here Joyce, great reflection of staying strong in spirit and mind. Lovely my friend. Love Panda :)

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

Joyce, your story brought tears to my eyes. You're my hero. To have come through such suffering took courage and fortitude and most of all faith in a Power bigger than us all. A wonderful write.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 22, 2007

"...things began to go bump on the night, until a mother racoon came looking for shelter and I sat on my wicker chair by the porch and looking at the time-mountain wondered how to climb it..." not as you wrote it, but how I perceived the meaning of the poem's words.
Despair approached like a storm, faith open its umbrella and the tears just didn't reached the soul.
Great!!!
Georg

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

The Great Depression left many as you have described, seeing their once comfortable homes lost for lack of work and living in cold water flats with a coal stove to cook and give some heat. Remember them well but faith in God pulls most through it all. Powerful write Joyce.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

This is so inspiring it should be in print. Very beautifully written serious event. You are a blessing to us!

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

Joyce
This was a beautiful reminder that his timing is not our timing, thank you for sharing this, I enjoyed, write on and be blessed in the writing
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by Linda Wells (Reader)

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

Joyce, sometimes we just don't realize how much something means to us, until we are in fear of losing it forever. Your dream was so simiar to mine. All I ever wanted was a house that I could raise my children in. God gave me that house!! The one I have now, it had set empty for 2 years in forclosure. When we were looing in this neighhood, I knew that is where I wanted to raise my kids. We worked and put our blood, sweat, tears in this house. NOw we only have a couple years left to pay and it will be owers!! I lived in fear of forclosure all my life, I don't hink I ever will again!! When you ask the Lord for patience, expects trials to follow. I did that for years, and always we had a dozen or so trials staring at us too. Hope all is well wih you and your family!! We really think a lo of us here Joyce!!

Peace & Blessings,
Linda Wells*

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

Joyce,

Good things come to those who wait. Beautiful, beautiful inspiration, and congratulations!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on March 21, 2007

This is a beautiful and inspiring story, Joyce. You are a talented writer with a rare gift of bringing your readers along with you word by word with love and feeling. An excellent write -- always a pleasure.
Love,
CJ