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Sunday, January 6, 2008
Please Welcome Cathy
Happy | Birds singing
By permission of the author and with great joy I present:
Cradle Me, Baby
By Catherine S. Rapicano ~ January 6, 2008
 As I rush into your open arms,
collapsing in relief,
hold me to your happy heart
let not this time be brief.
We'll move in perfect motion
rocking gently to the sway,
as I trust you as you trust me
I will not give us away.
Cradle me within your heart
as if a newborn soul -
softy, with a quiet kiss
complete me - I am whole.
Stay with me to watch the night,
don't give in to sleep -
out in darkened seas of sky,
we're stars within the deep.
Come the dawn and brighter beams
we'll rest, as shadows harden -
I commit this crime of love
and you will always pardon.
firestormkids04 at 7:42:24 PM PST
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
The Best Day Ever
Happy
The Best Day Ever!
This is the day I've prayed for
The day I wanted to come
Lord, I said I want nothing more
Than to stand ~ to sit ~ to walk some
Lord, it's lonely in the bed in there
They stop in to say hi or wake me up
I can't see outside; I have time to spare
Lord I love you ~ please fill my cup
Give me joy and a sense of peace
That comes from your word as I seek your face
I praise you Lord! You have given me the feast
I made my food! I sat in my place!
I'm tired now Lord, but oh! what a day.
I bathed myself and fed our pets
I felt no loneliness, I read, I prayed
OH LORD! YOU GAVE ME THE BEST!
firestormkids04 at 8:56:57 PM PDT
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Sunday, May 13, 2007
Mother's Day
Happy
If it wasn't for my mother, I would not be here
She wouldn't have had a chance to calm her child's fears
Instead she gave birth to four wonderful little girls
Little by little the fabric of our lives unfurled.
She joined the world's mothers in happy pursuit
Of spoiling her kids and making them look cute
She dressed her girls in home-sewn clothes,
Curling their hair in rags as on and on she goes
She never gave up on any of her kids
No matter what stupid things we did
She lived her life in service to the Lord
And to her girls whom she adored.
Ten years ago she went to be with her Father
Where with her loved ones she now could gather
I love you, Mom as much as ever
And your love for me will last forever.
Mom, I miss you terribly, but I know I will see you again in Paradise.
Thanks, Mom
firestormkids04 at 1:50:44 PM PDT
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Monday, February 19, 2007
Dee had a Birthday - I read it and missed it.
Dearest Dee, you son Phil loves you so
That he shared your birthday with all he knows
I promised a poem just for you
But the days went by and it wasn't through
Today I'd like to say I'm sorry to be late
And another day I would not/could not wait
I put your name on the tag above
To send to you lots of Birthday Love
I really don't know you, we've never met
I know your son through the Internet
I wrote him a poem on his special day
I think I should write one every day
So Dee, this is my wish for you . . .
Happy Birthday today and all the year through.
Many blessings to you,
firestormkids04 at 3:26:05 PM PST
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Thursday, January 11, 2007
Searching for the Scent of You
I wrote this to Robert while he was here in the U.S. and I was finishing up the details of installing new directors to the ministry:
Everywhere I go I search for the scent of you
I lift a shirt, a hat, the jacket you wore last fall
Sadly your scent's not there anymore and I shed a tear or two
We put our lives together in the Lord and began to share
Our thoughts, dreams, dislikes and our intense love
I never thought in a million years I would find that anywhere
Then came the terrible crisis which pulled us apart
Anger, rejection, lies and a lonliness we couldn't bear
Betrayed by those who seemed to love us, this broke our heart
Still shattered and caught up in the weight of it all
We prayed, fasted, asked our Father to intervene
On our knees and on the floor we prayed, He answered the call
Our love is stronger now, tested by the fire
Burned up, cleansed, newly ready for our Lord
Who but God could lift us higher?
Praises to the King! Praises to the Lamb!
Our life is stronger now
Because of the great I AM
firestormkids04 at 3:19:54 PM PST
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Thursday, December 28, 2006
. . . and whose day is this?
In nineteen hundred and sixty four
Love brought a blessing to a couple's door
Small and sweet, not much hair on his head
The tyke cried and pooped and wanted to be fed
Mom and Dad didn't worry, fret or care.
Their long-awaited son was finally there
They cooed and smiled, in awe of his face
Knowing full well that 9 months was no waste
Fast forward a mere forty-two years
Such child has made true their many fears
Also the man has brought them so much joy
That many a time they've said, "That's our boy!"
But to those who love him he is dearer still
So on this the anniversary of his birth,
Let's all tell Phil how much he's worth.
firestormkids04 at 10:50:24 PM PST
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Sunday, December 10, 2006
SHE COMES TO ME NAKED . . .
SHE COMES TO ME NAKED
BY Penny Perez
She comes to me naked with a dreamy-looking face
Around the door she peeks to see if I'm in my place
She tilts her head toward me and gives a little smile
How often have I seen this face . . .it's been a little while
I know well what she asks of me - she does it every day
And asks it of another should I be far away
This day however, is such a special time for me
For in my head these words are formed for all of you to see
Her eyes are brown and sparkling - hers have the light of joy
She doesn't know the alphabet to her it's nothing but a noise
She cannot read or add things up - but knows just what she wants
For she is Guadalupe who with her smile does taunt
Maybe you thought this lovely girl in her nakedness
Had popped herhead just through my door for a loving kiss
A touch, perhaps a fling, but the dear girl with the face of flower
Is just here to ask me -- "can I please take a shower?
Bless her little eyes and face, her stubby fingers and stout frame
Keep her safe from those who shout each ugly nasty name
For written on His hand and heart before the world began
Was a name we know not - scribed in the Book of the Lamb
Precious are those who are not bright, can't read or write a book
Who offer us their simple joy, when with a smile we look
At a face so many children have and share with glee and singing
No accident of birth are they - for the Father's love they're bringing.
This poem is dedicated to Maria Guadalupe (Lupe) who shares her life with us.
firestormkids04 at 8:14:30 PM PST
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Thursday, November 23, 2006
How many times shall I give thanks
To the benevolent God who formed me
On Sunday in service, when I rise a rank
When things go well for all to see?
How can I thank Him when my day is bad
Or when illness plagues me day in and out
When my best friend dies and I feel so sad
Or with insolent kids who stomp and pout?
Sunday is good, and when a raise I get
When life is beautiful and all goes well
Yes these times are wonderful and yet
There will be days that just feel like hell
I'll thank him then for the raise I got
For the years with my friend who passed away
Because I am alive, in pain or not
For the children I love each and every day
I'll thank Him whether I'm flush or broke
When times are tough and I'm afraid
When I just feel like a pig in a poke
When more than my share of burdens are laid
Each and every day when I awake
I thank the Lord for another day
My confessions I then make
With my head bowed I do pray.
This day is one when we give thanks
With our hearts of gratitude
We save it up like coins in a bank
To share with others . . .that's just rude!
Come to the table with contrite hearts
Reliving our lives in fits and starts
Saying to Him we know what we've done
By not thanking him each morning at the rising sun
Eat well on this Thanksgiving Day
Bow your heads to Him do pray
Thanking Him for your wonderful life
Through times of good and times of strife
firestormkids04 at 12:04:36 PM PST
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Friday, October 20, 2006
The Haze
Quiet
Been feeling poorly the last few days
New medication leaves a haze
Just when I think it's getting better,
I fall all over myself and take a header. 
We've lost five of our birdie friends
Oh! What heartbreak their passing lend.
We're not alone,that's for sure
Fourteen birds are still living here 
The girls have next week off of school
By the end of this I'll feel a fool.
School days are happy for me
Rob and I can feel oh so free.
I am so tired I tho't not to write
But through the haze my brain did fight
I surely am happy to write to you
In rhyme as I am wont to do.
Congratulations to the Nominees!
Such great words - the eye to please
If there were a way you ALL would win
And the noise we'd make would be a great din.
And so my friends I must say to you
Have a great day and I will too 
"He called to Him a little child, and set him in the midst of them, and said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye turn, and become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven."-- Matt 18:2-3
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Friday, October 13, 2006
Friday the 13th
Silly
Friday the 13th
It's Friday the 13th as you well know,
So many are afraid, keeping low
I'm not afraid at all you see,
For the 13th is lucky for me.
No pitfalls, no eerie stuff
My youthful fear was enough
School kids want to scare their friends
So well we know that's not the end.
A lifelong fear oft' starts in school
As an adult others tend to fuel
Triskadecaphobia which becomes so strong
Friday the 13th and superstition bring it on
It's not a joke or very unreal
It's just a way those folks feel.
Started in school, stays forever
Just for me, it will be never.
Stay calm this day and do what you must
Remember our nation says "In God We Trust"
I He can't fix it, perhaps no one will
Just say to Him "Let my heart be still"
Enough for today, I have work to do
Enjoy this day until it's though.
firestormkids04 at 9:22:43 AM PDT
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