Fathers validate their daughters… what happens when the father is absent...
Void...
Like an empty kool-aid jar
Should have been filled
By dad's hands
With powerful flavorful stuff
Nutrients that made for
Strength, confidence... approval
But dad's hands were absent
So she tried to fill the jar herself
Yet, unable to find "IT"
Only dad had "IT"... so she sought
Substitutions
Vinegary sour sap
Made her sick, sad, mad, hurt...
Depleted
Until...
A most powerful hand
Took hold of the jar
Filled it with a liquid
That she never knew existed
And she drank...
Nutritious, flavorful, annointed... powerful!
Now, as she walks down the path of her life
Lined on either side
With foilage, waving and applauding
From gusts of favored breezes of His love...
A divine hand has filled her empty kool-aid jar
And with each drink
The sun hugs her face,
Flowers beam her way in approval
And her spirit soars higher than the stars
Validation at long last hers
Given by Him. The creator of all things!
THE ROAD TO 'HIM' CAN BE VERY HARD...WE STUMBLE, LOOKING FOR SOMETHING...WE HARDLY KNOW WHAT, BUT WE KNOW 'SOMETHING' IS MISSING AND WE NEED IT! THEN WE MEET HIM! AND HE TAKES US IN HIS LOVING, TENDER ARMS AND 'VALIDATES' US AND WE REALIZE...THE ROAD? IT WAS WELL WORTH IT! A REMARKABLE METAPHORICAL SHARING, JANICE...ONE I WILL CERTAINLY KEEP. WELL DONE! THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
In the final analysis Janice Beaty Springs, only He can fill the jar with the elixir of life --- promise...love...tolerance --- sip and savor the eternal peace and light -- I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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God bless,
Be always safe,
Karen