Arlington – In Memory of our Fallen

Arlington 

“Americans they come.

We’re drawn here

One by one.

To walk the past,

Revealed in paths

Its quietness resides.

 

On hallowed ground

We stand surround

By soldiers side by side.

The tunes of Taps

Forever last,

The bugle’s notes do cry.

 

There’s valor here

And honor too;

The tomb of the Unknown.

A mother’s son or daughter,

Our nation’s fallen one.

Each lie in rest,

They are the best.

Their fighting now is done.

Arlington

On sacred ground,

American flags do fly.

The carriage wheel,

The swords of steel,

Horses passing by.

To tunes of Taps

In sorrow past,

The Bugler’s note do cry.”

 

Poem by denisebalog©

Photo by denisebalog taken in Arlington National Cemetery.

Kneading Bowl of Blessings

“Stepping into a

New “season” in life,

Anoint my head;

Remove the strife.

 

Bless my hands and order my steps;

Each one according to

Your Word direct.

Bless my basket and

Kneading bowl.

Bring time of rest;

Refreshment for soul.

 

Let each day be an

Opportunity for joy.

Deep in the valley,

Or tambourine view;

Singing out thankfulness

And

Glorifying You!”

 

“Blessed shall be your basket and your kneading bowl.

Blessed shall you be when you come in,

And blessed shall you be when you go out.”

Deuteronomy 28:5&6 (ESV)

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Poem by denisebalog©

 

Prepared to Cry

“To see injustice

Where I walked on by.

To feel Compassion,

Where I closed my eyes.

To hear the children,

Where I once was deaf.

To weep the tears,

Where I once just left.

To feel the piercing

 Of the heart,

Where I once was bitter

From the start.

 

To intercede,

Where I never would.

To extend the hand,

Where it can do some good.

To hear Your voice

Over the din.

To be brand new

Where I once was sin.

 

To drink the cup,

Where I passed it by.

To have the mind of Christ

Is to prepare to cry.”

 

“Jesus wept.”

John 11:35 (ESV)

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Originally posted as we began the school year,

A heartfelt cry at the end.

poem by denisebalog

Summer Song

“Good bye from here.

It’s been a year,

To sing a song and

Shed a tear.

We wish you well,

Our hearts do tell.

We send you off,

“It’s been swell!

 

Good bye our friends and

Little ones.

We send our love and

Joy along.

“Enjoy your days!”

Our hearts do say.

As we stand again,

For one last wave.”

 

 

Poem by denisebalog©

Where Two Ways Meet

“Take me to Jerusalem,

Your city named for

Peace.

The place where

Crossroads cross,

And the street

Where two ways meet.

 

One leads to change;

It will never be the same.

And the other;

Through Your gate,

The place where my feet

Walk by faith.”

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Stoned lined street leading to the Upper Room location. Could this have been the same path Peter and John would have taken when Jesus told them to “Go your way into the village…” Mark 11:2 KJV

“And when they came nigh to Jerusalem…

At the mount of Olives,

He sendeth forth two of His disciples,

And saith unto them,

Go your way…And if any man

Say unto you,

Why do ye this?

Say ye that the

Lord hath need of him…

And they went their way, and

Found the colt tied by the door without

In a place where two ways met;

And they loose him…

And they said unto them

Even as Jesus had commanded:

And they let them go.”

Mark 11:1-5 (KJV)

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 Poem by denisebalog©

 

I am a Galilean

“I am a Galilean.

For You found me by the shore.

Waiting,

Watching,

Desiring,

With my heart,

so much more.

In Your Faithful love,

You stepped inside my sea.

Reaching out Your hand, and

Whispered,

“Follow Me.”

 

Yes, I am a Galilean,

I walked the shores with You.

Safely You protect me,

as my

Heart and feet,

“Follow” You.”

View of the Sea of Galilee

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“Then He saw them straining at rowing,

 for the wind was against them…

But immediately He spoke to them and said,

“Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.”

And he got into the boat with them,

and the wind ceased.

And they were utterly astounded.”

Mark 6:48-51

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poem by denisebalog©

Wisdom’s Gate

Gate into the Garden of Gethsemane

“Thank You LORD for

anointing my head.

Let me stop;

Not rush ahead.

Breath,

Pause,

the day can wait.

Speak to me at

Wisdom’s gate.”

Bethlehem

“Blessed is the one who listens to Me,

Watching daily at My gates,

Waiting beside My doors.”

Proverbs 8:34 (ESV)

Doorway in courtyard at Saint Catarinae in Bethlehem

 “You keep him in perfect peace

whose mind is stayed on You.” Isaiah 26:3 (ESV)

Jerusalem

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 poem by denisebalog©

photos captured in Israel by denisebalog

Blessed is the Nurse – Celebrating National Nurses Day

Especially for all the Nurses in my life.
“LORD on this day of prayer,

Bless the “Day of Nurses” everywhere.

Their helping hands,

Caring hearts;

Dressed for healing from the start.

Blessed is she who cares for the ill.

Strength and dignity are her fill.

Strengthen each with wisdom and might.

Continue strong,

Women in white!”

Discovered today, my Nana was a Nurse at Williamsburg Hospital, Virginia! Thanks Cousin for sharing the photo!!

“She is far more precious than jewels…

She rises while it is yet night…

She dresses herself with strength and

Makes her arms strong.

She opens her hand to the poor

And reaches out her hands to the needy.

Strength and dignity are her clothing…

Many women have done excellently,

But you surpass them all.

Give her of the fruit of her hands,

And let her works praise her in the gates.”

Proverbs 31:1-31 (ESV)

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A funny in Elementary…

Miss Cheryl (in the blue) and I dressed up for the Fall Carnival. I borrowed the traditional “white” nurses uniform from a friend. The kids, Pre-K through 5th grade, DID NOT HAVE A CLUE of what I was supposed to be dressed up as!!!

Kids today are familiar with “scrubs”!! Oh we laughed and laughed! Here we thought we were so “smart,” and the kids looked at us like we were crazy!! Gotta love Elementary!! 

poem by denisebalog

Gift of Play

“Thank You LORD for the day of rest;

From Your hand the very best.

Sunshine day,

Lights the way.

Recovering from travel play.

Suitcases emptied,

Cloths washed up.

Freely given from Your cup.

Restoration,

Healing too.

A day of blessings;

A gift from You.”

 

“You observe my travels

And my rest;

You are aware of all my ways…

You have encircled me;

You have placed Your hand on me.

This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me.”

Psalm 139:4-5 (HCSB)

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poem by denisebalog©

 

Travel Snap…

“After the travel,

You feel like crap.

Even while you’re

Doing it,

It’s not a snap.

But once you get home.

Starting thinking again.

All the places you’ve

Seen;

 

Done;

And

Been.

You’re ready to get rolling;

Let the Adventure begin!!”

 

poem by denisebalog©