Poetry

ANGEL

The angels in heaven all gathered around,
Everyone cried when God sent you down.
For you were the light that made heaven glisten,
And when you laughed, everyone listened.
You were the prize only God could make,
And God sent you down for only us to take.
With you here, the world's so much brighter,
And the heavy hearts we once had, now feels so much lighter.
You were made special, and though you don't know,
In the winter, you're the pure white that comes with the snow.
In the spring, you're the leaves so green upon the trees,
In the fall, you bring to us the different color leaves.
What you bring in the summer, there is no need to say,
For all the sunshine there could be, you bring to us each day.
So what can I say to tell what you're worth,
For with you here, my little angel, there's a little heaven on earth.
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Written for and dedicated to my niece Angelina Velez.

In Loving Memory Of Arlene Smith

Lord, You Gave Me

Lord, you gave me one wonderful family,
You know how I love each one,
All eight, from my oldest daughter,
Down to my youngest son.
Each smile, each kiss, each tender hug,
I'll hold them all so dear,
Comfort them with these tender words,
As my time to leave draws near.
I have no regrets, but only love, I'll smile
as I leave this world behind,
Their loving faces, their tender words
fill the corners of my mind.
I've lived a life so complete,
I couldn't ask for more,
My tasks are done, I'm coming home,
Before me lies Heavens door.
Please let them know I love them so,
I want them to understand,
Wherever they are, I'll watch from afar,
Until we can walk hand and hand.
Tell them it won't be long,
I'll wait here by Heavens door,
In a little while, they'll see my smile,
Then we'll be together forever more.
By
Belinda Smith
(copyrighted - 1/20/06)

In loving memory of my Mom, Arlene Smith (9/16/38 - 1/18/06)

Spiritual up-lifting

Try again

My daughter took a step in the spirit today,
Oh how proud I was, and just let me say,
I called all the angels to gather around, I wanted them to see,
That my little girl is trying, and to get a glimpse of what she'll be.
It was just one step and then she fell, she worried what I would do,
But I picked her up and dusted her off, knowing tomorrow, with my help, she'll take two.
I comforted her with these words as I held her close, while she was crying,
I'm not troubled that you fell, I'm worried that you'll stop trying.
God knows your heart, your willing mind, that's enough, I'm not lying.
So child of the living God, don't ever despair, and please don't stop trying.
God's not counting how many times you fall, and then!
God's counting how many times you get back up and try again.

Written by

Belinda Smith

Personal Insight

The Glass House

The house I live in is made of glass,
That can shatter so easily,
The glass is tinted, the colors change,
To match the mood in me.
Red when I am angry, blue when I am sad,
Green when I envy, and yellow when I am glad.
I can see out but no one can see in,
As it should be,
Within are hiding places to run to when,
Solitude is what I need.
One stone against a wall and the glass will shatter instantly,
The glass house I'm speaking of,
Is the part of me you see.