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INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ The Ruse ~ September 10, 2011

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For those of us who have ever suffered from any form of depression…this poem says it all!

© Annabel Sheila

She’s beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.

Her self-esteem is all but gone,
Of her ego there’s barely a trace.
There’s so much pain behind the mask
She wears upon her face.

Depression has controlled her life
With far too many tears,
Her smile is fake; she’s good at it,
She’s been doing it for years.

The cover is what attracts us,
To the story within the book.
And she’s afraid that without the ruse,
No one would bother to look.

Source: The Ruse, Depression Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=21357#ixzz0s0Eilfu6

Masks…so many faces. Which one shall I wear today?  It is so wonderful to be free of the mask. I am so grateful that, at last, the truth has set me free. (Dolores)

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ April 22, 2011 by Charles Betts

Dolores; Good “Good Friday” to you and all your family and readers. Easter, like spring, holds such hope of new life and new beginnings. Such a beautiful way that God has given the earth and all it holds to start each spring with refreshing life. Spring is a time of birth and rebirth for so much of His creation. Easter for me holds the same promise of life and rebirth of our souls. As the earth soaks in the sun and becomes refreshed, so too do we when we soak in the Son. Our soul becomes alive and we are restored to that place of communication with God that he gave to Adam and Eve in the beginning, where the Bible says “He breathed into man and he became a living soul”. So to me does Christ when we invite Him into our lives.

After reading yesterday’s article I was reminded of a poem I had written some time ago. I called it “Freedom” I hope you and your readers enjoy it. It’s all about hiding who we are because we don’t like us. Too many things different about us, or so we think. We become a turtle. As soon as someone approaches the first thing we do is go inside our shell. They still know we are a turtle but they never get to see our inner beauty, and we never get to see the beauty of life all around us. 

So, yes, we need to love ourselves, and be comfortable with us, and realize there are a gazillion other turtles out there. Each one has scratches and bruises from where they have been, but hey, we’re all still turtles. We need each other and can help each other get through this journey of life together. Here is the poem. Enjoy, and thanks for being brave enough to share your story. Have a great Easter, Charles Betts. 

Freedom

Full of imperfection, unaccepted by the crowd
Creating such frustration you want to shout out loud
So many inhibitions, self-esteem at an all-time low
No one explores your beauty, ‘cause no one wants to know

You’re not the same as others though you struggle to fit in
The way they step around you makes you wish you hadn’t been
Your spirit cries for freedom. You’re trapped within a cage
This body you’ve been given. It’s so hard to stop the rage

No one gets to know you. Stopped by their first glance
You and they both walk away, neither gets a second chance
It leaves you torn to pieces, so much you want to share
Surely there is someone who is kind enough to care

Life for you’s been nothing. So much kept within your heart
Your list of imperfections has kept you set apart
Oh to live and love and laugh it surely would be sweet
You have never known it ‘cause you hide out on the street

People walk beside you, they simply do not understand
Why you are so quiet and you refuse to take their hand
They don’t see the imperfections. The only thing that’s wrong
Is that you won’t let them in. You will not share your song

Please do not be a turtle. Dare to step outside the shell
Take a walk with others, you will see that all is well
Make a friend of someone. Put your own list aside
Everyone’s got imperfections. You don’t have to hide

You’re just the same as others, and yes you will fit in
People will surround you and they will be your friends
Your spirit will know freedom when you step outside the cage
With the body you’ve been given. There‘ll be no need for rage

A poem By Charles Betts
August 30th 2006

Thank you Charles,  I love this poem and I wish a  Good “Good Friday” to you and my readers as well. Over the Easter weekend there will be another poem featured by Charles tomorrow. A previous guest writer, Yvonne Freeman has sent me one of her poems which will be posted on Sunday. I hope you enjoy both these talented poets! 

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Shadow Walking ~ March 5, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS 

Often I have found myself with my back toward the Son

Creating my own shadows in which I stumble as I run

Trying to escape the voice of God that I hear calling

I rush on into the darkness, tripping, blindly falling

 

The shadows make it difficult. It’s just so hard to see

All the snares and pitfalls that are waiting there for me

To think that I know better makes it hard to understand

Why I’d turn my back on God and let go of Jesus’ hand

 

Out here in the shadows, just a glimpse of fading light

And a voice I can’t remember, teaching me what’s right

I put it all behind me for a chance at wealth and fame

Knowing deep inside me, it would only bring me shame

 

Then I cry out from the darkness, my soul filled with pain

Begging for forgiveness. He would take me back again

Now it’s so much better with the Son upon my face

Walking in the truth and light of God’s amazing Grace

 

A Poem By Charles Betts

Sept 18th, 2005

For the Glory of God

Thanks once again Charles for a most inspirational poem. I am honored to share your poetic talent with my readers.

FREEDOM ~ February 23, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS 

Full of imperfection, unaccepted by the crowd

Creating such frustration you want to shout out loud

So many inhibitions, self-esteem at an all-time low

No one explores your beauty, ‘cause no one wants to know

 

You’re not the same as others though you struggle to fit in

The way they step around you makes you wish you hadn’t been

Your spirit cries for freedom. You’re trapped within a cage

This body you’ve been given. It’s so hard to stop the rage

 

No one gets to know you. Stopped by their first glance

You and they both walk away, neither gets a second chance

It leaves you torn to pieces, so much you want to share

Surely there is someone who is kind enough to care

 

Life for you’s been nothing, so much kept within your heart

Your list of imperfections has kept you set apart

Oh to live and love and laugh it surely would be sweet

You have never known it ‘cause you hide out on the street

 

People walk beside you, they simply do not understand

Why you are so quiet and you refuse to take their hand

They don’t see the imperfections. The only thing that’s wrong

Is that you won’t let them in. You will not share your song

 

Please do not be a turtle, dare to step outside the shell

Take a walk with others, you will see that all is well

Make a friend of someone. Put your own list aside

Everyone’s got imperfections. You don’t have to hide

 

You’re just the same as others, and yes you will fit in

People will surround you and they will be your friends

Your spirit will know freedom when you step outside the cage

With the body you’ve been given. There‘ll be no need for rage

 

A poem By Charles Betts

August 30th 2006

Thank you Charles. I just received this beautiful poem from Charles and I felt the inspiration to share it immediately with all of you.  This Friday,  February 25th,  I will be posting a book review on the novel  “Come To Me”  by Christian Author, Laura Davis.  I hope you will take a moment to stop by and read it.

 

WALKING – August 1, 2010 by Shirley Sarafinchan

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Out for my walk early this morning 

The sunshine lingered on my face 

The wind so gently blowing 

The sky filled with puffs of lace 

The stillness around was comforting 

All my thoughts soon erased 

I recall the birds were singing 

As I quickly picked up my pace 

My heart so rapidly beating 

I felt the blood rushing to my face 

A sense of freedom, a sensation of floating 

I thanked God for this wonderful place  (written in 1981)

 

Thank you Shirley for sharing your lovely poetry and pictures with all of us.

Pictures taken by Shirley Gauthier Sarafinchan


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