Good Pastures

Sylvia Anne Pollard

Description

Find the words to describe your feelings with poems that describe emotions with a new perspective of their impact and result.

With a central theme of comfort in the midst of heartache, Good Pastures is book of poetry that describes the emotional state of suffering while offering validation and conviction. Readers will have an understanding friend in Good Pastures as the poet writes from experience, not forcing the readers to share all her feelings.

Sujets

• Religion
• Christianisme
• Vie de famille
• Parentalité et Éducation des Enfants
• Inspirational
• Themes
• Subjects
• Religious
• God
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: WestBow Press
• Date de parution: 20 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798385002764
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Good Pastures
A Place to Feel Ones Deepest Heartaches
SYLVIA ANNE POLLARD


Copyright © 2023 Sylvia Anne Pollard.
 
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This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.
 
 
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Scripture quotations taken from the New American Standard Bible®, Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission. ( www.Lockman.org )
 
ISBN: 979-8-3850-0275-7 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-3850-0276-4 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023912920
 
 
 
WestBow Press rev. date: 07/20/2023
Contents
Good Pastures
The Fallen Petal
A Clock
The Ticking of a Clock
A Hole in My Heart
Set Your Mind
A Thank You to My Mind
The Whirlwind
“A Morning Routine”
“My” Coffee
My Happy Place
A Standstill
The Curse
My Best
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
“Happy” Mother’s Day
A Thoughtful Person
One Minute Closer
Scar
Mama Bear
Stitches of Companionship
A Grace Like No Other
The Voice of Silence
Betrayal
Anxiety
Your Soul
The Light through the Clouds
Small Cries
Vent
Timeless
Breathe
In An Instant
Dr Mom
The Little Things
Mama’s Milk
If Only
Count It All Joy
Rescue
Leaning In
Drowning
Underneath
“Good-Bye”
Just “Be”
Uncomfortable Silence
Stuck
Numb
One More Step
Home
One In A Million
Dedication
To my child that I lost, and the daughter I have.
You have led me through grief,
And you have shown me God’s grace.
Good Pastures
My eyes are heavy,
My heart seems weighted.
This life, the sorrows within -
I can’t escape - I must escape!
These feelings inside
A heartache so deep.
How to escape, how to resolve?
Escape is only for a moment -
But resolve? It’s for a lifetime.
I see a field - A field so green.
The flowers glisten in the sun,
My eyes squint shut from the brightness of the sky -
What is this place? I feel so safe.
I look behind, I see a man -
He looks like the sun, His robes radiant and bright.
He’s watching me - he sees my tears.
Who is this man? I feel so safe!
He reaches out - He takes my hand.
He leads me here,
To the Good Pasture.
He hides me in the rock -
He shelters me from each fear.
His hand reaches - His fingers touch.
No memory can destroy,
No hurt can take away -
This warmth, this comfort,
This Good Pasture.
The Lord is my shepherd!
How can I want?
He leads me here -
To the Good Pasture.
I run with Him - I cry with Him.
I escape to Him,
He resolves every fear.
Look to this pasture,
Look to this Man.
He’ll take you by the hand -
He’ll walk beside you,
He’ll be your Savior -
Like He is mine.
“The Lord is my shepherd,
I will not be in need.
2 He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside [ a ] quiet waters.
3 He restores my soul;
He guides me in the [ b ] paths of righteousness
For the sake of His name.
4 Even though I walk through the [ c ] valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no [ d ] evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” Psalms 23:1-4
“I long for Your salvation, Lord,
And Your Law is my delight.
175 Let my soul live that it may praise You,
And let Your ordinances help me.
176 I have wandered about like a lost sheep; search for Your servant,
For I do not forget Your commandments.” Psalm 119: 174-176
The Fallen Petal
A flower of innocence, bright with delight.
Gleaming in the sunlight with dewdrops of light.
Innocence, it shows, in purity and delight.
Glory and Laughter deepen the shades –
‘Till one little thought,
Fades the bouquet.
A flower tainted with hints of gray,
Gray that darkens each breath it then takes.
A voice, then a word.
A thought, then an action.
A Petal Falls, tainted by gray.
A mystery it brings, a curiosity it stirs.
The innocence fights- yet the glory still fades.
Will it survive the test of the dark?
Will the rose blossom,
And truly not fade?
A new day calls, the sun beams bright.
How many petals will you count tonight?
“Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from [ e ] the body of this death? 25 Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, on the one hand I myself with my mind am serving the law of God, but on the other, with my flesh the law of sin.” Romans 7:24
A Clock
A clock, hanging on a wall.
The hands count time and determine the fall.
It passes time, it passes love.
One soul, bound to another, by the two hands of a clock.
Time is steady, time is true.
One hour can connect the two.
A simple glance, a simple smile.
Knowing that their love –
watches the same time.
The Ticking of a Clock
A Father, a son.
The mother, the daughter.
The ticking of a clock,
Rounds the bend again.
Once young, once vibrant,
Now old and gray.
The hands that nursed,
Now hands that hold.
Eyes that comforted tears,
Now eyes welling up with sorrow.
Yet beauty lies in the ticking of the clock…
The weak are now strong,
The dependent become strong -
The tiny hands lift up,
And stroke away each falling tear.
Of Father, Creator of All!
Thank