Posted in Digital Art, Poetry

Don’t Know Why

Winter Scene Cowboy

Don’t Know Why

Don’t know why the twists and turns

Our paths so often take

Don’t know why blue skies turn gray

And cause our hearts to break

Don’t know why when a babe is born

It’s left alone in the dark

With no one to love and hold it close

And comfort its fearful heart

Don’t know why love comes and goes

Like the changing of the wind

Don’t know why our time on earth

Is over before it begins

Don’t know why the if’s and but’s

That oft come into play

Don’t know why a loving word

Is oft so hard to say

I guess it’s not for me to know

The why’s of every day

But to walk in faith and trust that God

Will lead me all the way

Sandi Staton

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Posted in Digital Art, Poetry

Loving Hands

Loving Hands

Loving Hands

Standing all alone one night

I felt nobody cared.

My mind was deeply troubled

and my heart was in despair.

Life seemed so cold and lonely

as I walked its rugged path,

so deeply troubled I became

that it was hard to laugh.

Then one day I met a Friend

with gentle, loving eyes.

His voice so softly spoken

that I began to cry.

He said He understood my pain

cause He’d been there before.

He told me of His precious love

and the lonely cross He bore.

He stretched forth His nail-scarred hands

and brushed away my tears.

My broken heart He mended

and cast out all my fears.

He placed His hands upon my head

and healed my troubled mind.

He swept away the darkness

and gave me peace sublime.

My heart is no longer lonely,

my mind is no longer in pain.

Life is so much brighter

for I am no longer the same.

I now have a Friend who loves me

and takes me just as I am.

No matter how often I trip and fall,

He stretches forth His loving hands.

Sandi Staton

Posted in Digital Art, Poetry

Yesteryear

 

Bluebird Garden

Yesteryear

 Has it really been that long ago

that I was but a child

Was it yesterday or the day before

I was running free and wild

I’m sure I heard my mother laugh

and daddy walking in the door

And didn’t I just catch a glimpse

of my brothers playing on the floor

I know I can’t be dreaming

It seems so very real

I felt mom’s touch I heard her sing

I saw her preparing a meal

There’s Barbara bringing in firewood

and stacking it on the hearth

And mom’s clearing off the table

and gathering dishes to be washed

Then suddenly the memories fade

like ashes in the wind

and leave behind a dusty trail

I can never walk again

But tucked away within my heart

Are memories I hold dear

Of another life another time

Another yesteryear

Sandi Staton