A Woman's Voice


MEMORY LANE ~ A New Day ~ September 17, 2011 by Shirley Sarafinchan

Posted in MEMORY LANE by doloresayotte on September 17, 2011
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A Wo-Man’s Voice ~ July 5, 2010

My goal is set and in nine short months I will retire after thirty years of employment with the same Company.  Different positions over the years, new faces and many changes and challenges throughout the organization that provided me with growth, opportunity, security and an income to live a good life.

How many times over the past forty-five years since I started working full-time have I been told “your job is just a job, it is not your life” or “don’t take your job home with you, leave it at the office”?  Well I will be leaving my job at the office and yes my job is not my “life” but I find myself struggling with feelings of loss at the very thought of losing such a large part of my “life”!

I’m sixty-three years of age and have had serious illnesses during my lifetime and I’m ready for relaxation and for change but why do I find it so difficult to let go.  Perhaps I just won’t allow myself the luxury of time for myself, time to heal or maybe I find it too challenging to separate myself from the daily routine and demands from others, maybe it’s ego!

Employed as a Payroll/HR Co-ordinator and Administrative Assistant I’ve bid farewell to many fellow employees and have organized over fifty retirement functions but I have no idea what to expect when I say farewell.

It takes nine months to bring a new life into the world.  Perhaps over the next nine months I will nurture and prepare myself for my new “life”, a new beginning, and take the well deserved time to enjoy my golden years.

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  “A New Day”                                                   

Take each new day as another birth

To begin once again                                       

On this God-given earth 

As dawn approaches we leave our nest

And venture outside

In search of our quest 

Frightened and unsure we move with caution

Wondering what this new day will bring

As far as learning and precaution 

As the day unfolds hour upon hour

Our eyes see beauty, our ears hear song

Our touch caresses the tenderness of a budding flower. 

Yesterday forgotten, tomorrow miles away

We live each precious moment waiting, hoping

For love and joy to come our way 

As the sun settles silently in the evening sky

Our minds and bodies weary

But our hearts and souls soaring high 

For another day, another birth

Makes waiting and hoping for life, for love, for joy

Filled with worth! 

Shirley…Thank you so much for your inspirational post and poem!  It would be wonderful if you could share with us just how well you have adjusted to retirement. It’s been about six months.

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INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ The Old Farmhouse ~ August 31, 2011 by Shirley Sarafinchan

My Sister’s Voice 

This poem was originally written on April 30th, 1981 about an old farmhouse that was once home to a family but some time later I associated it with abused women. In essence, it reminded me of women who strive so very hard to make homes for their families.  No matter how hard they try, they are worn down and battered.  Finally they have the opportunity and the strength to stand up for their rights and to free themselves from their bondage to at last find the peace and solace that they so richly deserve.  The old farmhouse is a symbol of a refuge for abused women.

THE OLD FARMHOUSE

Amid the fields it stands so alone, so serene, so peaceful, yet filled with an emptiness all its own, this old farmhouse that was once called home.

Its shingles torn and tattered, windows scarce of glass, doors hanging by a single hinge alas this old farmhouse so battered.

What secrets dare to lie within its walls, love, laughter, fun and joy, echoes of little children running down the halls, tears, sorrow and pain for loved ones lost.

Music must have filled the nights with sounds of crickets and birds in flight, the sweet scent of the prairie harvest and wild flowers a pleasant sight.

The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread reaching every corner of the old farmhouse and early morning sunrises filling each room full of light, the warmth from the wood stove soon to spread. 

Memories fill this old farmhouse, nothing more is really left but, it has served its purpose in this life and now alone, it can be at rest.

Thank you Shirley.

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INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Surviving Life ~ July 30, 2011 by Charles Betts

How
will you survive when your heart’s broke in two

When
the one that you love has been taken from you

Was it just yesterday you did the things you enjoyed

The
death angel came and everything was destroyed

Can
you carry on while your soul knows this pain

Your heart used to sing ‘cause they were your refrain

They
were the sunlight that shone in your life each day

Now
you question why it is God would take them away

 The worst part is it seems the storm is not
through

Emotional
waves just keep on crashing o’er you

Like
disciples who recalled they had Jesus on board

If
you call upon Him sweet peace can be restored

You
can if you choose jump into the seas

I
think it’s better to fall on your knees

Look
to the Lord be strong and be brave

He
has control of the wind and the waves

I
know it’s hard to believe you’ll laugh ever again

But
you can if you let Jesus take care of the pain

There
are some things in life we just can’t control

It’s
in the presence of God He restoreth our soul

A
poem By Charles Betts

July 13th 2006

Thanks Charles!

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Cry For Freedom ~ July 16, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS 

She’s crying out for freedom

But no one hears the sound.

They go about their busyness

Her voice by theirs is drowned

She stands out on the corner

Where she sells herself to men,

Who never think of who she was

Or who she might have been.

They take what they came after.

They put money in her hand.

She heads back to her chosen spot.

No one knows or understands.

She’s crying out for something,

But it seems no one can give,

The very thing she’s looking for.

That’s another chance to live.

The ones that stop to talk to her,

They have a hunger in their eyes.

When they exchange what each one has,

There’s a piece of each that dies.

She scarce recalls the little girl

Who would dream upon her bed.

A princess in a fairy tale;

The prince that filled her head.

She’s crying on her pillow.

She’s wishing she could change

Who she is, and who she was

To her it seems so strange.

It seems so hard to comprehend

That her life would end up here.

Because of choices she had made.

To know this flood of tears.

To have your heart this broken,

For your heart to be this dead,

Goes beyond what most folks know.

They can’t get it in their head.

She’s crying out for Jesus,

But she doesn’t know His name

Is more than just a cuss word

People use to shift the blame

The tears that overwhelm her,

When there’s no one else around,

With the sobs that rack her body,

Make a harsh and deaf’ning sound

Before the throne of God in heaven.

He hears her every cry.

He does his best to reach her.

He leaves it up to you and I.

He’s crying out for someone

To go and touch her soul.

Someone who will show her

How His love will make her whole.

Can you hear the Savior calling

As you go about your day?

Or are you just too busy

So you push the thought away?

When She’s crying out for freedom,

She’s calling out to you and me.

God as well is saying,

She’s our responsibility

A Poem By Charles Betts

Feb 14th 2007

Fredericton

Thanks so much Charles for another touching poem.

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ The Lamb ~ June 25, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS

I am the Lamb the Good Shepherd would hold

Protected from heat and sheltered from cold

Then I got rebellious, wouldn’t do what I was told

One day I decided to run away from the fold

 

I ran away under cover of night

As hard as I could to get out of His sight

I didn’t stop running until I saw morning light

Back when it happened I thought I was right

 

I went to the city and joined in with the crowd

I went to the parties and learned to be loud

They all seemed to like me. I became proud

I did what I wanted because I was allowed

 

I never once thought the Good Shepherd would leave

The ninety and nine, this poor lamb to retrieve

He didn’t love me, is what I chose to believe

I lied to myself. Myself I deceived

 

I had a good time for quite a few years

No inhibitions. I overcame all of my fears

There were only good times. No sorrows, no tears

Then I realized, life is not what it appears

 

I began to get lonely. My friends went away

My health began failing. I could no longer play

I had no one to listen to what I had to say

I cried every night and was sad every day

 

Then it happened to me, right out of the blue

I heard the Good Shepherd say “I’m looking for you

Your life that is ruined, I will make it brand new”

I felt so guilty, I didn’t know what to do

 

The day Jesus found me I was filled with despair

I was all by myself. I had no one to care

Who I thought were my friends were no longer there

I was useless to them. I had nothing to share

 

This time I answered when He called out my name

“I’m here to help you and I’ve taken your shame”

He lifted me gently and healed all my pain

I am so glad to be in His arms once again

 

I am the Lamb the Good Shepherd now holds

Protected from heat and sheltered from cold

No longer rebellious, I do what I am told

I’m just so happy to be back in the fold

 

Now I feel safe and I sleep well at night

Knowing I am never really out of His sight

I waken with joy to face each morning’s light

And I know in my heart that this is what’s right

 

A Poem By Charles Betts

Apr 12th 2011

 Great Poem Charles…thanks!

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY~INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ Keep Your Dreams ~ June 18, 2011 by charles Betts

Dreams are more than butterflies that flitter through our mind

Searching for a place to land in hopes they somehow find

The food we all require to sustain our journey every day.

When we believe our dreams, it matters not what others say

It’s the dreams that burn within our heart that keep our soul alive

When times are tough or life gets rough they help us to survive

When the flame becomes a candle, be a beacon  on a hill

Wrap your dreams around your heart, they’ll fortify your will

Soar up to the mountains where only eagles dare

Somewhere in the journey you’ll find someone to share

The dreams that burn within your heart and keep your soul alive

When times are tough or life gets rough they’ll help you to survive

While your candle’s burning, you’re the beacon on the hill

That lights the way for others who have somehow lost the will

To keep their dreams alive when their hope is fading fast.

When you learn to share your passion then both your candles last

Butterflies are beautiful, so lovely to behold

Dreams may be impractical, yet they fill our soul

Both of them are needful. We are filled with awe and hope

Each of them in their own way help us all to cope

A Poem By Charles Betts. Feb 9th 2011

Thanks Charles!

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Prayer For The Prodigal Son ~ June 11, 2011 by Charles Betts

God of our Fathers. Friend Of Abraham

Creator of all. The great I Am

Who loves and cares for the souls of all

And hears the prayers when His children call

Your eyes we know are everywhere

To watch for those who are in your care

 

All my life, I’ve by you been blessed

Though yet my soul is sore distressed

My youngest son is still on his own

I only pray he’s not somewhere alone

May the Angels that watch over him be strong

The truth he knows keep him from wrong

 

I cannot continue to bear this pain

My heart has never known such strain

If only I could hold him in my arms

To know his soul has known no harm

God, does he know how I love him yet

I will forgive him, with no regrets

 

Though I can’t see him, I know you can

I trust he’s safe and in your kind hands

May he come back before it’s too late

I long to see him come through the gate

Just to know he’s alive and he’s free

God, please, bring him home, safe to me.

 

I love this poem Charles…maybe it’s because at one time or another we are all prodigal children and it brings me great comfort and reassurance to know that I am loved and forgiven.

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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ It’s A Good Day ~ June 4, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS

When I wake up each morning and I’m breathing on my own

I know that Jesus loves me and I’m not in this thing alone

It’s a good day

I say a little thank-you prayer and put my feet upon the floor

Get dressed, have my breakfast and head out my front door

It’s a good day

I jump in my old truck and if it starts up first thing

I turn on a gospel station and hear somebody sing

It’s a good day

It’s a good day for me just to know that I am whole

My hope is in His love and I’m aware in my own soul

That no matter what may happen, God is in control

By the time my day is over, someone will be told

Have a good day

As I head on down the road, I have purposed in my mind

As I interact with others, I’ll do my best to be kind

And make it a good day

We can never tell, unless they let us in their heart

Exactly what it is that may be tearing them apart

They need a good day

Everyone needs someone to show them God above

Through gentle acts of kindness or some small act of love

We can make their day

We can make their day more beautiful by what we say or do

Their grey and darkened skies can be turned to clear and blue

When their day is over, they’ll take time to thank God too

Their journey was less arduous because we helped them through

We made their day

If you aren’t having a good day, help someone else to

A Poem by Charles Betts Jan 9th 2011

Thanks Charles…this poem made my day! 

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SPIRITUAL SATURDAY ~ Aging ~ May 28, 2011 by Charles Betts

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS 

Cruel, hurtful aging

Midnight cries of sorrow

Painful loss of friends

Passing long before

I was willing they should go

 

Cruel, hurtful aging

Health, memories

Joyful thoughts of youth

Cannot be recalled

Like the things I used to know

 

Cruel, hurtful aging

Disdain replacing respect

Once sought-for advice

Now mere musings

Or rantings of the disillusioned aged

 

Cruel, hurtful aging

A process they say

More of a gristmill

Grinding down the strong

Consumed now by rage

 

Cruel, hurtful aging

You are not now

Nor ever have you been

A friend to those of us

Confined to your control

 

Cruel, hurtful aging

To be rid of your influence

Is more than just a wish

It is a deep longing

Formed somewhere in my soul

 

A Poem By Charles Betts  Sept. 10th 2007

Charles…what an insightful poem. Aging is not an easy process as you have so aptly pointed out in this inspirational poem. Thanks! 

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MIRACLE MONDAY ~ Forever And For Always ~ May 16, 2011 by Andrea Cockerill

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS 

As I stretch towards the center of you,

in silence I find the space that exists between the mind and the heart,

and I am reminded that there is nothing to fear.

Nothing can separate me from this place of comfort.

But in order to reach it,

I must pass through a moment that lies just between letting go

and the moment I grab hold of you.

It is my faith that bridges this divide.

When I reach you it becomes clear.

All I was every meant to do, forever and for always, was to love myself.

All I was every meant to do, forever and for always, was to love you.

Namaste

I’m pleased to say that this poem was composed by my daughter Andrea. Thank you Andrea for sharing your talent with my readers.

 

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