Autumn Reveries

Stroll through Autumn Reveries

On a mosaic littered trail

Strewn with colored leaves

Of gold, ochre, russet, and kale

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Oh, the sights and sounds of Fall

Woodpeckers pecking trees,

Squirrels chirping their call

Birds fluttering in the breeze

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Perusing the pumpkin patch

Losing ourselves in a corn maze

Buying practically the whole batch

Getting ready for the holidays

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Witches, ghosts, and ghouls

Racing from door to door,

Cramming their sacks full

Of chocolates and candies galore!

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Family and friends will be gathered

‘Round the table like a hoard

Butter on bread, to be slathered

Not before giving thanks to our Lord

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Goodbye Fall nights;

Time to chop down a tree,

String Christmas lights,

And sing fa-la-la off key

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Oh the wondrous delights

For us to behold

Tis the beautiful sights

To chase away the cold!

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Autumn Reveries written by Beth Malbon for JC Heart Designs’ Autumn Jewelry 2017

Alone

Feeling so alone

In a world of hurt

I cry to the skies

That someday, I’ll be healed

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Until then, I struggle

With fear and pain

Hoping one day

To catch the real meaning

Of why I was brought here

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As I pick up the rose

My feelings are pricked

By the thorns of evil.

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As I watch the blood pour

From my wounds

Will I ever heal?

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Or will I be kept numb

In this forgotten world

Of never ending hurt?

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Written by Beth Malbon, 1985

Collage made from free downloads from Get Drawings and Shutter Stock 648154420

Abandoned

I was left in the dark

no where to turn

lost and headed in no direction

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My heart aches

My tears fall

Is there no way out?

Will I find an answer?

Or will I always be lost?

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Blood floods my heart

Tears fall from my eyes

But my love for you remains

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How can this be?

Is it that you’re special?

Is it that you’re a friend?

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Yes, both and more…

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I could be lying on the floor

And you’d save me, you care

Don’t hide it, I’ll find it.

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Written by Beth Malbon, 1985

Photo Credit: Shutter stock image 99772070 and image from Pinterest: 12 creepiest abandoned prisons on Earth page 14 of 35

Like a Sunflower

Sunflowers from my yard in Bakersfield when I lived there 2017-18

A mere seed signifies her birth

Basking in the Son’s warm glow

She embeds her roots into the earth

Inch by inch, she flourishes and grows

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Her petals of golden yellow rays

And her lush, emerald green leaves

Chase the sun’s scorching blaze

The bread of life, she receives

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She stands tall on her stalk

With her bloom facing opposite west

Hand in hand, beside Jesus, she walks

Soon, she’ll be laid to rest

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As we grieve and agonize

The pain and suffering of her plight

We must trust and realize

The Holy Spirit holds her tight

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At the end of her demise

With grandma and grandpa, she’ll reunite

And with Christ, she will rise

And there she’ll find pure delight

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With her death, we’ll cry and say goodbye

And the passing of every night

Through the dark and dismal skies

Brings the dawning of the Son’s light

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And then much, much later

We will be with her- Ginny, our sister, mother, wife

And the Lord, our Creator

Rejoicing for eternity in the afterlife

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Poem written by Beth Malbon

🌻 Dedicated to my Mom, Ginny Malbon September 17, 1947 to February 3, 2016

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