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Easter and Spring Edition 2000
CRY A LITTLE...
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POEM: New Belief POEM: How Many Times POEM: Hope Arrives by the Shovelful POEM: No Joy
NEW BELIEF
I have a new perception
Of who I truly am:
No longer crushed by words
Of people in my life
I've seen myself emerge
From the hauntings of my past.
This new picture that I see
Of what I will become,
The perception that I hold
Is yet so new to me
That still I do remain
Unable to lock it in
And fully to believe
What the new perspective says I am.
              Kathi Phillips
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HOW MANY TIMES?
How many times
Must I pass through
Your refining fires
Before my dross
Is all consumed?
How many times
Must I pass through
The shadowed valleys
Of my life
Before I reach
Your green pastures?
How many times
Must I pass through
Rivers of troubled waters
Before I stand
Beside the Crystal Sea?
               Kathi Phillips
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HOPE ARRIVES BY THE SHOVELFUL
Nature took an awful toll
Proving she was in control.
Waters rose as rains came down,
Many faced it with a frown.
Yet hope is seen as the rivers rise
Flowing from a neighbor's eyes.
We clean up from a major flood,
All we owned now slicked with mud.
Each wonders how we will survive
While thanking God they are alive.
And hope is seen as floods recede
When neighbors rally to our need.
As I survey my sodden mess,
I wipe the tears and then confess:
Though I've lost all that I own,
I do not face my loss alone
For looking 'round my place I see
Neighbors and friends helping me.
               Kathi Phillips
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NO JOY
Instead of joy
My Mother's Days
Recall a boy
Now lost in haze,
A boy not seen
In many years.
Too soon eighteen,
I feel the tears
As I recall:
The early days,
Of being small,
His childish ways.
And now my dream
Is just to see
His face abeam
Look back at me.
              Kathi Phillips
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