W is for The "W" in the Sky

I bet you thought I'd talk (yet again) about Whooping Cranes for the letter "W" in this round of Blogging Through the Alphabet. I was planning to!! But I decided to share another of my poems instead.

The “W” in the Sky

How small and insignificant I feel;
I really don’t know why I’m here,
Nor why I should be;
No one really seems to care.

But, oh, my friend, that’s not true.
Look up in the stars--
What do you see?

Why, Lord, so many stars--
But I don’t understand…
Oh, now I see!
It’s...it’s a “W”--
But what does it mean?

Wendy, you are important in My sight,
Don’t you see?
I died for you on Calvary--
It was for you that I died.
Your sins are washed away,
And there’s a home for you in heaven
If you will only accept.

Oh, yes, Jesus--I accept!
But, Master, why me?
I was cruel enough to kill You,
My sins are washed away, yes,
But what can I do in return
For all You’ve done for me?

My child, listen…
All you must do is accept My gift,
Share it with others,
Live your life right--I’ll help!
You have many talents--
I know, I gave them to you…
Take, for instance, the one you’re using now--
Poetry, it’s another of My gifts.
If you’ll use it right,
You could win souls, maybe.
Look, I give you words to describe
Some of the majestic splendor I show you.

Yes, my Lord, I thank You.
But sometimes the words just don’t come--
Then others they just build up
Until I feel as if I’ll explode.
I also thank You for the privilege
Than I can talk to You.
Please help me to continue growing in You.
Thank You, also, for all my wonderful friends.
I know You do love me--
And I’ll always think of the “W” in the sky!

WendyKAR
October 14, 1979

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R is for "Reflections" {100 Themes}

I'm sharing another poem this week, written in the fall of my junior year of high school.

Reflections

A tiny little pond, so very plain it is, 
Reflects a glorious sunset, and all its colors;
The fluffy orange clouds, changing to gray, 
Set against a pale blue sky
Made doubly splendid by the pond.

A wet, mopped floor of a patient’s room
Reflects the scene thru the window;
Tall, Autumn-clad trees reaching up
To a clear, cloud-studded blue sky
Seen more plainly in both floor and sky.

A happy, smiling face of sunshine
Reflects the love of the Master;
Just a lowly human, so very unworthy,
But having received pardon and peace
Made plain to all who come in contact with Him.

WendyKAR
October 9, 1979

This is shared as part of the Blogging Through the Alphabet, as well as the 100 Themes.

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Q is for Quiet Place

If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you may have discovered that I occasionally share a poem I've written. I wrote most of my poems during my high school years. I wrote my first poem when I was only ten years old. Frankly, I haven't written many since my kids were born (my oldest is now 24).

A majority of my poems were written while I was in a quiet place, in nature. Some of them even described the quiet place in which I was partaking of the sights and sounds of nature.

I Met With Him

I come to this place of quietude,
A special spot in the woods
With the sun shining through the leaves--
Just to unravel tangled thoughts.

I look up to the clear blue sky
To the fluffy, sailing clouds,
And know down in my lonely heart
That God is near, and hears me.

All around me are the hushed woods,
With joyful songs of the birds
And squirrels rummaging through the leaves;
All are quite cautious of me.

I am filled with awe and wonder
And love for my Creator;
He brought me to this lovely place
And speaks in the quietness.

I come, alone, to talk to Him.
Take my life and use it, Lord;
I give it over, all to You.
Thank You for speaking to me.

by Wendy KAR
August 20, 1981

Now let me introduce you to one of my favorite songs: 

A Quiet Place.

There is a quiet place,

Far from the rapid pace

Where God can soothe my troubled mind.

Sheltered by tree and flow’r,

There in my quiet hour

With Him my cares are left behind.

Whether a garden small,

Or on a mountain tall,

New strength and courage there I find;

Then from this quiet place

I go prepared to face a new day

With love for all mankind.

Do you have a special quiet place to which you like to go, so you can have time alone with God?

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A Moment in Time {100 Themes} with link up

Welcome back to our "100 Themes." Thank you for stopping by.

In the summer of 1990, I had the privilege of visiting Alaska with my parents. We went up there on a mission trip. We held two Vacation Bible Schools, and a Bible camp.

We flew in to Anchorage, and were met by our pilot from the mission in Kotzebue. We first flew to Selawik, where we stayed at the mission at which we held the first Vacation Bible School. During that week, we also were flown to Shungnak to attend a funeral. Then we spent a week in Kotzubue, where held the second Vacation Bible School. After that, we spent about a week in Nome, we had Bible Camp.

We also had some time site seeing in Nome, Fairbanks, and Anchorage, which included a trip to Portage Glacier. While we were driving from Fairbanks to Anchorage, we took a day out for Denali National Park. That was breathtaking!

I flew in to Anchorage on June 10, and flew out July 5. As my dad says, we were there for 25 days, and 3 nights, because the sun never set while we were above the Arctic Circle.

    Arctic Peace
  I lie here in bed
listening to the sounds
of a new Arctic day.
  Actually, it seems
yesterday's extension,
for the sun does not set.
  Nearby a dog team
begins its morning choir;
I recall my childhood.
  A bird is singing
a sweet little solo,
praise to our Creator.
  Occasionally
four-wheelers buzz along,
like giant bumble bees.
  In summer, they are
the villagers' transport;
there are few vehicles.
  Sombody goes by
with radio blaring,
ripping morning stillness.
  But in the quiet
God softly speaks to me
and I commune with Him.
  My love for the North,
and God's children found here,
grows quietly stronger.
  "Give me a burden;
show me how to serve You,
I pray, Father, today."

                Wendy KAR
                 June 25, 1990

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Stirring of the Wind {100 Themes} with link up

Welcome to another week of "100 Themes." Thank you for stopping by.

When I was a girl, in early elementary school, I began writing poems. True, while I was very young, they were quite simple little poems. My skills matured as I did. I was most prolific in my poetry writing during my high school years in to young adulthood. After my children began arriving. my poetry writing basically came to a halt. I haven't written any in...well, probably a couple decades now.

Throughout these "100 Themes" I will share my poems on occasion. Maybe I'll even become inspired to write a few new ones!

My Stronghold

The wind blew fierce,
driving the snow
Into hard-packed drifts.
It whistled and moaned
Around the building’s corners.

The weeds bent low
under the force.
The trees whipped and creaked,
skeletons against the
Grey, bleak sky.

There in the sky
hung a bird,
Skillfully riding the currents.
So free, was he,
From the turbulence around him.

All about me
beat the winds of strife,
Threat’ning to overcome me.
I cry for help
To my mighty Stronghold.

He holds me safely
in His strong hand,
And gently carries me through.
Listen my dear friend—
For He’ll do the same for you.

by Wendy KAR
written December 8, 1982

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