<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:20:39.726-05:00</updated><category term='This is my prayer as I have worked with the elderly for almost 30 years.'/><title type='text'>whispersofhope/christian poetry and encouragement/linda t. reich</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome.  I hope to offer you hope and encouragement and I pray God will use my words and poems to minister to you. Thank you for your visit and please come back.  Linda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3695555381306446121</id><published>2012-02-12T07:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T07:20:39.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rise above it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here the Spirit call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fear, depression flee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bow on bended knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rest on angel's wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let your spirit sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Victory is near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Victory is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trust with all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God will do His part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3695555381306446121?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3695555381306446121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3695555381306446121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3695555381306446121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3695555381306446121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2012/02/faith_7990.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2616417785870039316</id><published>2011-12-22T06:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:31:30.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A decorated tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A wreath on the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's Christmas alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I hope there is more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is it shopping for presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For family or friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or watching the expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the faces of children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is it caroling, baking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pretty wrappings and ribbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or Santa, his elves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The joy felt in giving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is the the birth of the Christ Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who came down to man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bringing hope and salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To fulfill God's loving plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2616417785870039316?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2616417785870039316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2616417785870039316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2616417785870039316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2616417785870039316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-it.html' title='Is It?'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1997827530376553802</id><published>2011-12-22T06:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:12:34.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just A Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know what all this fuss is about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why you cut me down and carried me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why I have to wear all these strange embellishments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm used to giving shade, housing birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But here I stand in the middle of your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Being the center of attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All the focus is on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was one of us they used to make a cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A hanging place for a willing, loving Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The One you should have as the center of attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The One to focus on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The One who came down to man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To free him from his sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And give him hope and a heavenly home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is the One who came and is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is the One worthy of all of this attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is the One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm just a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1997827530376553802?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1997827530376553802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1997827530376553802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1997827530376553802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1997827530376553802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-tree.html' title='I&apos;m Just A Tree'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5538234377408406859</id><published>2011-12-18T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:20:56.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas/The World's Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I couldn't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But for some strange reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went shopping today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's too close to Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To hit the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But that's what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And guess what I saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These people all scattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And rushing about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And me in their midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I couldn't get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They hurried and scurried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And they pushed and they shoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, maybe not quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I witnessed no love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move over, or else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Get out of my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It couldn't be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acting like them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How could this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I realized this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It didn't take much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For me to get stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the wild Christmas rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I made some adjustments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I made up my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To fill my heart with gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It made all the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When my outlook was better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started enjoying myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I dropped every fetter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas beyond compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5538234377408406859?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5538234377408406859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5538234377408406859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5538234377408406859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5538234377408406859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmasthe-worlds-gone-wild.html' title='Christmas/The World&apos;s Gone Wild'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1904588768662890082</id><published>2011-12-18T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:19:33.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Twas The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Twas the night before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And oh, what a spouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He'd hidden my present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somewhere in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The closets were bursting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With so much to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I searched and I searched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I couldn't find it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The drawers were so full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That they couldn't be shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I looked and I ransacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I'm not sure for what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And me, so excited and not able to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just wanted one chance to find my present and peek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When all of a sudden the clock started to chime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I couldn't find my present I would loose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But then came a thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was so loud and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had lost sight of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What happened this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I sprang from my bed and ran down the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ran into the parlor and cried many tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I quick found my Bible and knelled down to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How did it happen? I'd lost Christmas that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Nativity lay there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nestled under the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Silently speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A message to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I asked God's forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had seen the Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's the birth of our Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now all else seems right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1904588768662890082?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1904588768662890082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1904588768662890082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1904588768662890082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1904588768662890082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-twas-night.html' title='Yes, Twas The Night'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6090426157263746090</id><published>2011-09-09T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:28:22.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Dry As A Dead Leaf/When Winter Comes To The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are a few reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Winter comes to the soul of a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's hard to withstand the icy blasts of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When winter settles in among the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The once beautiful leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That were so alive and nourished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So attached to their lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, lay on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crumpled and stepped on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not an ounce of life left in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bible reading and prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are our lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If either is ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We wither and crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After a season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We will be as dry as the dead leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it is not the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spring is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The winter season is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We can begin a new season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Open up the windows of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let the Sonshine in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Connect with God again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let the gentle breeze of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Touch our souls again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is the giver of abundant life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6090426157263746090?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6090426157263746090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6090426157263746090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6090426157263746090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6090426157263746090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-dry-as-dead-leafwhen-winter-comes-to.html' title='As Dry As A Dead Leaf/When Winter Comes To The Soul'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1490637548170243702</id><published>2011-09-09T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:20:57.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself, And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why am I front and center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thinking the world revolves around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I came to a surprising conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The god I serve is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know when it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Putting my feelings first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting approval from those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For selfish things I thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inwardly I sort things out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Longing to be number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I must get down from this throne of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And bow before the Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's not intentional really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just get in my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to put myself behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And help others along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God keep the cross before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I can rely on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to focus on those you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In all that you call me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1490637548170243702?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1490637548170243702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1490637548170243702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1490637548170243702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1490637548170243702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself, And I'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6209841937565409226</id><published>2011-09-09T20:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:14:01.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light At The End Of The Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is not a train coming your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But a chance to know there is hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you face another new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At first the light's hardly visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And seems so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it's there at the end of the tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To lead you and show you the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't turn your back on the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's your way, or your ticket out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The darkness has been shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So face your fears and your doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stand firm and keep on walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a gift of a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is ever beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And beside you is where He will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6209841937565409226?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6209841937565409226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6209841937565409226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6209841937565409226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6209841937565409226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/09/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='The Light At The End Of The Tunnel'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4881228280142057508</id><published>2011-09-09T19:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:08:35.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"NO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's one word we don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;When the answer to our prayer is near&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the answer is crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can God say no to me&lt;br /&gt;The reason for it I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;How can this possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our Father knows what is best&lt;br /&gt;In His care we can rest&lt;br /&gt;Our loving God sometimes will test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO" will guide us day by day&lt;br /&gt;Can be a help along the way&lt;br /&gt;It is one word God has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4881228280142057508?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4881228280142057508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4881228280142057508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4881228280142057508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4881228280142057508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/09/no.html' title='&quot;NO&quot;'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1784542411395496216</id><published>2011-07-04T05:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:41:03.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hungry Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life can be like a hungry octopus&lt;br /&gt;With tentacles too many to count&lt;br /&gt;Tugging and pulling in all directions&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us trapped with no way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Strangled by many obligations&lt;br /&gt;Until our energy is zapped&lt;br /&gt;Latching on to our lives one at a time&lt;br /&gt;Surprised that now we are trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tentacles squeezing from all directions&lt;br /&gt;Are things that rob of us time&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of these tentacles may have to stay&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities that God says are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The answer is very simple&lt;br /&gt;If our lives are out of control&lt;br /&gt;We are the head of our octopus&lt;br /&gt;Each tentacle is in our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Examine each one of these tentacles&lt;br /&gt;To see if it should go or stay&lt;br /&gt;When we release the ones that aren’t necessary&lt;br /&gt;It’s the start of a brand new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I remember a time a few years ago I felt like I was being strangled by too many things in my life. Not people but obligations and activities that I had allowed to crowd into my life. Taking up way too much of my time. I drew a picture of an octopus with its many tentacles. Each tentacle I labeled with one of those life-draining activities/responsibilities. I felt like they were squeezing the stuffin’ right out of me. Then I started to understand what God was saying.. Once I put it on paper God started to work because I was ready to do something different. God revealed something very interesting to me. He showed me that I WAS THE HEAD of the octopus and I could control every single tentacle. Every single one. Nothing could squeeze the life out of me unless I allowed it to. There are a few activities/responsibilities that must stay because they are God-given but my understanding and attitude toward them is knowing which ones are valuable and which ones are those life-draining, time robbing, unnecessary ones that I should never allow to latch on. I feel free now and thank God for such a valuable lesson in my life. I love how He continues to teach us and help us grow when we are ready for the next step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1784542411395496216?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1784542411395496216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1784542411395496216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1784542411395496216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1784542411395496216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/07/hungry-octopus_4833.html' title='The Hungry Octopus'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1543167380954322804</id><published>2011-02-21T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:08:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We’ve heard it said to take one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;Easier said then done&lt;br /&gt;There are days in our lives that are so full of stress&lt;br /&gt;There’s not a moment of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Days like that can overwhelm&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;But if we tackle the day one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;What else needs to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the alarm goes off put both feet on the floor `&lt;br /&gt;Before Satan defeats you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hem and haw or partner with dread&lt;br /&gt;When this brand new day comes to greet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One step at a time and have a plan&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the day over-rule you&lt;br /&gt;Take it one step at a time, one minute at a time&lt;br /&gt;It can be done, don’t let the devil fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Order and peace will help you deal&lt;br /&gt;With whatever comes your way&lt;br /&gt;God will be in the midst of it all&lt;br /&gt;When you give Him the gift of your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1543167380954322804?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1543167380954322804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1543167380954322804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1543167380954322804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1543167380954322804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step At A Time'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5211294148349986523</id><published>2011-02-12T07:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:07:17.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The day will come&lt;br /&gt;When I’ll leave this place&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see my Savior&lt;br /&gt;Face-to-face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When my struggles are over&lt;br /&gt;My trials all past&lt;br /&gt;When I’m finally done&lt;br /&gt;With my earthly tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will I stand tall&lt;br /&gt;When we finally meet&lt;br /&gt;The victory won&lt;br /&gt;Gone, the defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will I shrink back&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy, ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Or hold up my head&lt;br /&gt;When He calls out my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s love covers a multitude of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I hope to hear are "Well done, good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5211294148349986523?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5211294148349986523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5211294148349986523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5211294148349986523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5211294148349986523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2011/02/standing-tall.html' title='Standing Tall'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-172340794253701393</id><published>2010-11-25T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:03:43.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The turkey's in the oven&lt;br /&gt;The folks are on their way&lt;br /&gt;There's still some things to do&lt;br /&gt;On this Thanksgiving Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to buy the eggnog&lt;br /&gt;The rolls are over-done&lt;br /&gt;But the family's all together&lt;br /&gt;Except for our dear son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son has gone to heaven&lt;br /&gt;We had to say good-by&lt;br /&gt;Why did he have to leave us&lt;br /&gt;I often think and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tears aren't for my son&lt;br /&gt;He's as peaceful as can be&lt;br /&gt;The tears I often cry&lt;br /&gt;Are really just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for the day&lt;br /&gt;When we are able to embrace&lt;br /&gt;That wonderful day is coming&lt;br /&gt;When I see him face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a true story but just a reminder of how thankful we can be when times are tough. When we believe in Jesus we have a future and a hope beyond anything we could have hoped for. I hope whoever reads this would one day ask Jesus into their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-172340794253701393?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/172340794253701393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=172340794253701393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/172340794253701393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/172340794253701393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6352190282289154933</id><published>2010-08-19T20:20:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:33:16.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Gab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who has the gift of gab&lt;br /&gt;What a treasure that can be&lt;br /&gt;When we gab about our Lord&lt;br /&gt;And His eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; can gab about the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Politics and health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But waiting by the side-lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is a message of Godly wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a simple little chat&lt;br /&gt;Can plant one tiny seed&lt;br /&gt;To change a person’s life&lt;br /&gt;One seed is all they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God can take our gift of gab&lt;br /&gt;And use it for their good&lt;br /&gt;As we try to share the gospel&lt;br /&gt;As any Christian should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It shouldn’t be that hard&lt;br /&gt;Although it sometimes is&lt;br /&gt;But the message isn’t ours&lt;br /&gt;This life-changing message is His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6352190282289154933?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6352190282289154933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6352190282289154933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6352190282289154933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6352190282289154933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/gift-of-gab_19.html' title='The Gift of Gab'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3498725326189336644</id><published>2010-08-13T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:43:51.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could write a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As long as a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could be funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could whip up a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With a catchy tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That would keep you humming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Til the month of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With an interesting plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where the good guy wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the bad does not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But my message is simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not boring or long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you take it to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can't go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus is calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's loving and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3498725326189336644?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3498725326189336644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3498725326189336644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3498725326189336644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3498725326189336644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-could.html' title='I Could'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8182070155200180758</id><published>2010-08-07T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:47:24.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Each member of our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In someway has played a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In all the treasured memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We hold within our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Remembering the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shared with those we've held most dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Looking back with fond remembrances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As we think of all those years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Memories of those we've loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who we miss so much and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Knowing they're in the loving care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of the God that we adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8182070155200180758?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8182070155200180758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8182070155200180758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8182070155200180758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8182070155200180758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2449830782201815972</id><published>2010-07-27T19:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:39:37.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Rhyming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God doesn’t rush&lt;br /&gt;He wants the best for us&lt;br /&gt;Let all of our worries hush&lt;br /&gt;For our spirits they do crush&lt;br /&gt;Let’s stop all the fuss&lt;br /&gt;For God is leading us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What do we have to fear&lt;br /&gt;When our God is standing near&lt;br /&gt;He has made it oh so clear&lt;br /&gt;That to Him we are so dear&lt;br /&gt;So not another tear&lt;br /&gt;For our loving God is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2449830782201815972?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2449830782201815972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2449830782201815972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2449830782201815972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2449830782201815972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-truth.html' title='Fun With Rhyming'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4056193462598611622</id><published>2010-07-03T03:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T03:29:25.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Winter Comes To The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are two reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Winter enters the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; of a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's hard to withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The icy blasts of winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When winter settles in among the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The once beautiful leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That were so alive and nourished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So attached to their life-line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now lay on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crumbled and stepped-on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not an ounce of life left in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bible reading and prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are our life-line to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If either are ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We wither and crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After a season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We will be as dry as the dead leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it's not the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spring is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The winter season is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We can begin a new season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Open up the windows of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sonshine&lt;/span&gt; in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Connect with God again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let the gently breeze of the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Touch your soul again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is the giver of abundant life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4056193462598611622?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4056193462598611622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4056193462598611622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4056193462598611622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4056193462598611622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-winter-comes-to-soul.html' title='When Winter Comes To The Soul'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2514487937585041807</id><published>2010-07-03T03:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T03:20:23.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When God Listens</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We say God is silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When we have unanswered prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We say God won't answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although we know He is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The heavens are brass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yet, we are in a hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our timing is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So all we do is worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;His timing is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is waiting on God a pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God listens and plans on our behalf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's one of our greatest treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While our faithful God listens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can we be still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When He's ready to answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He will reveal His will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He has heard every sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He has wiped every tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He has heard every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And our prayers are so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So let God listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And know He is near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It may take some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A day, a week, a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As God listens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He plans for our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can we be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And seek His peace and rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2514487937585041807?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2514487937585041807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2514487937585041807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2514487937585041807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2514487937585041807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-god-listens.html' title='When God Listens'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3472546101941657862</id><published>2010-07-03T03:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T03:10:11.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Handle Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good thing my flowers were dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It made me get off the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My legs were hurting so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I could say was ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The flowers I nurtured all summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Were dry and wilting fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If they didn't get watered soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not sure how long they would last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So once I was up and moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was able to keep on going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Poor Pitiful Pearl mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Was no longer the only thing showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Get up, get moving and get your mind off yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3472546101941657862?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3472546101941657862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3472546101941657862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3472546101941657862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3472546101941657862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-handle-pain.html' title='How To Handle Pain'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7604809990989589573</id><published>2010-02-12T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:05:04.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have A Big But?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is my "but" too big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For my own good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things that I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What God wants me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isn't always easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"But" I don't think I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My stomach feels queasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"But" I can't do that God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm really a wimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"But" I can't do that God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My bad hip makes me limp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"But" now that's too hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would give me bad nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"But" It's you God I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And you shall I serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So my "but" must get smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I don't need a diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will try to say yes God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, I think I will try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just like Moses we may not feel qualified "but"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7604809990989589573?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7604809990989589573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7604809990989589573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7604809990989589573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7604809990989589573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-have-big-but_12.html' title='Do I Have A Big But?'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8877170828035625574</id><published>2009-12-22T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:16:25.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All On Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SzB-rP1Ip7I/AAAAAAAAAao/IzQy6L2CjsU/s1600-h/IMG_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417969633175578546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SzB-rP1Ip7I/AAAAAAAAAao/IzQy6L2CjsU/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last minute things to take care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is coming fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then things started to happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How long will this illness last? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A virus came without knocking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Decided to have it’s own way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have a few errands to tend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To be ready for Christmas Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To add to this unwanted illness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A blizzard is coming our way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They are calling for twenty-some inches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That’s what those weathermen say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Too sick to even bake cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trying to sign Christmas cards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I want to do is lay around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Watch snow piling up in the yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those twenty some-inches have settled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The weathermen got it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although this snow was not in my plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It’s such a beautiful sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christmas is coming, ready or not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It’s the birth of God’s Holy Son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything may be on hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But the celebration has come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8877170828035625574?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8877170828035625574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8877170828035625574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8877170828035625574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8877170828035625574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-things-to-take-care-of.html' title='It&apos;s All On Hold'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SzB-rP1Ip7I/AAAAAAAAAao/IzQy6L2CjsU/s72-c/IMG_4527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2196106140816261920</id><published>2009-12-21T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:00:46.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I woke up early this morning&lt;br /&gt;While walking past the tree&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something was different&lt;br /&gt;So I got down on bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creche was there, still nestled&lt;br /&gt;Under the Christmas tree branches&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something was missing&lt;br /&gt;But how? What were the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little baby Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Was no where to be found&lt;br /&gt;All the rest were in their places&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was with Joseph&lt;br /&gt;The shepherds with their sheep&lt;br /&gt;The camels with their wise men&lt;br /&gt;Their vigils they did keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where could the little Jesus be&lt;br /&gt;He’s the center of it all&lt;br /&gt;I started searching everywhere&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping family I did call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He’s no where to be found&lt;br /&gt;No one had a single clue&lt;br /&gt;And no one made a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Jesus be missing&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day is here&lt;br /&gt;It happened without warning&lt;br /&gt;How did He disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2196106140816261920?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2196106140816261920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2196106140816261920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2196106140816261920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2196106140816261920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-woke-up-early-this-morning-while.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2022072185551828176</id><published>2009-12-05T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:03:18.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just an abbreviation?&lt;br /&gt;We write it to save time&lt;br /&gt;Marking our Christmas boxes&lt;br /&gt;Making them easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we’d stop and think about it&lt;br /&gt;We may realize what we have done&lt;br /&gt;We have taken the Christ out of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;X’d out the name of God’s Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s take an extra moment&lt;br /&gt;And thank God on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;We can put the Christ back into Christmas&lt;br /&gt;For all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2022072185551828176?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2022072185551828176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2022072185551828176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2022072185551828176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2022072185551828176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7177749687359917483</id><published>2009-12-05T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:53:51.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SxpXV-rnwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uhiZ5ScNNjM/s1600-h/Christmas+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411733937353900482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SxpXV-rnwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uhiZ5ScNNjM/s320/Christmas+scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The turkey’s in the oven&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped gifts under the tree&lt;br /&gt;It’s early Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;No one up except for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The smell of coffee’s brewing&lt;br /&gt;Snow is on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;The house is oh, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;It’s early morning dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I sit down on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;I can see the nativity&lt;br /&gt;It helps me to remember&lt;br /&gt;What Christmas means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This day will be so busy&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren filled with delight&lt;br /&gt;Company will be knocking&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know when evening shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;My heart will be the same&lt;br /&gt;I hold my Savior very close&lt;br /&gt;Immanuel, His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Matthew 1:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel," which is translated, "God with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7177749687359917483?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7177749687359917483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7177749687359917483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7177749687359917483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7177749687359917483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SxpXV-rnwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uhiZ5ScNNjM/s72-c/Christmas+scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5681697257192921374</id><published>2009-08-17T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:50:46.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Say yes God, before your feet hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, as you are going out the door&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, as the day goes on&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, in the midst of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, when you hear His voice&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, let that be your choice&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, melt me and mold me&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, guide me and hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, to Your will and to Your way&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, that’s all you have to say&lt;br /&gt;Say yes God, there is no better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5681697257192921374?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5681697257192921374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5681697257192921374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5681697257192921374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5681697257192921374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-yes.html' title='Say Yes'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-749749697630096097</id><published>2009-07-12T04:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:50:15.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can anger and love live in the same house&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, can they live in the same heart&lt;br /&gt;The dominant one will rule&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is anger our right&lt;br /&gt;Have we been commissioned to love&lt;br /&gt;What fruit does anger bear&lt;br /&gt;Fruit that we can lovingly share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anger sneaks up on us&lt;br /&gt;Some anger may be beneficial&lt;br /&gt;But some very harmful&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go through your day with a heart full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have we let anger dominate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Has anger settled in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't let the sun go down on our anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Remember anger can lead to sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-749749697630096097?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/749749697630096097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=749749697630096097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/749749697630096097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/749749697630096097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart.html' title='Our Heart'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2767762670951885686</id><published>2009-07-10T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:36:55.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unseen Pest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A fly is a pest that we can see&lt;br /&gt;It lands on our arm, our face, our knee&lt;br /&gt;We get out the swatter and chase it down&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want this pest around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bee is a pest that buzzes around&lt;br /&gt;A nasty pest, with a nasty sound&lt;br /&gt;Not welcomed at picnics, don’t bother their nests&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the many bothersome pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little pests are easy to handle&lt;br /&gt;They get on our nerves but they don’t hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bigger pest, much more of a threat&lt;br /&gt;An unseen pest who causes us to fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings with him doubt, worry and fear&lt;br /&gt;He’s sticks close to us, wants to be near&lt;br /&gt;But he’s more than a pest that we can swat&lt;br /&gt;He’s evil and cunning and hell is his lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll take others with him, do what he can&lt;br /&gt;To live forever in his fiery den&lt;br /&gt;But we are safe from his evil charms&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have to fear he will bring us harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For In Jesus name the devil must flee&lt;br /&gt;He’s not a threat to you or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2767762670951885686?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2767762670951885686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2767762670951885686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2767762670951885686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2767762670951885686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/07/unseen-pest.html' title='The Unseen Pest'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3966509599447997268</id><published>2009-06-28T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:38:42.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The I's Don't "Have It" The U's Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I only thinks of self&lt;br /&gt;No other one will do&lt;br /&gt;Let’s forget about I&lt;br /&gt;And start thinking more of U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I is very selfish&lt;br /&gt;It’s sometimes used too often&lt;br /&gt;But when I thinks of U&lt;br /&gt;Both their hearts will soften.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sIn, the center is I&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to me&lt;br /&gt;When we center on I&lt;br /&gt;Too self-centered we’ll be.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you understand by now&lt;br /&gt;I is ourself and U is another&lt;br /&gt;So what I’d like to say&lt;br /&gt;Is less of myself and more of others.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3966509599447997268?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3966509599447997268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3966509599447997268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3966509599447997268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3966509599447997268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-dont-have-it-us-do.html' title='The I&apos;s Don&apos;t &quot;Have It&quot; The U&apos;s Do'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1905210746194328217</id><published>2009-06-24T03:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:39:09.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Were these my words&lt;br /&gt;Or Yours today&lt;br /&gt;Did I remember to pray&lt;br /&gt;"What would You have me say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Am I speaking in love&lt;br /&gt;Is my message from You&lt;br /&gt;How should I say it&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is my message timely&lt;br /&gt;For just the right season&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to write&lt;br /&gt;For just any old reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tell me again Lord&lt;br /&gt;What should I say&lt;br /&gt;With every poem I write&lt;br /&gt;Please have Your way.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1905210746194328217?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1905210746194328217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1905210746194328217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1905210746194328217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1905210746194328217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1608658656491127779</id><published>2009-06-24T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:41:47.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Credit Where Credit Is Due</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God deserves the glory&lt;br /&gt;God deserves the honor&lt;br /&gt;God is worthy of all praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know we get excited&lt;br /&gt;When we have an answered prayer&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been praying for so long&lt;br /&gt;The answer’s finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We want to shout it from the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;The answer came because "I" prayed&lt;br /&gt;But let’s be very careful&lt;br /&gt;With each little claim we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God is merciful&lt;br /&gt;Kind and good&lt;br /&gt;He hears us and answers&lt;br /&gt;It’s understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We don’t have the know-how&lt;br /&gt;To answer our own prayers&lt;br /&gt;But when we talk with our Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;His answers are beyond compare.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1608658656491127779?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1608658656491127779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1608658656491127779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1608658656491127779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1608658656491127779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-credit-where-credit-is-due.html' title='Give Credit Where Credit Is Due'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6076810857779814029</id><published>2009-06-19T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:43:21.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Day Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tomorrow is coming&lt;br /&gt;It's on the way&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone had&lt;br /&gt;A miserable day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just twenty-four hours&lt;br /&gt;It's not so long&lt;br /&gt;Time will correct&lt;br /&gt;All that went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't carry our troubles&lt;br /&gt;Into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Don't pack our bags&lt;br /&gt;With all of our sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will make&lt;br /&gt;Today just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Let's hold onto our faith&lt;br /&gt;God has a remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will work out&lt;br /&gt;All will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Changes will come&lt;br /&gt;All in God's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6076810857779814029?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6076810857779814029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6076810857779814029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6076810857779814029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6076810857779814029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What A Difference A Day Makes'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4783446222874912621</id><published>2009-06-11T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:25:28.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin's Nest/Fuzzy Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SktHj1NLM0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/APg2YtaRE9c/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353451262963299138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SktHj1NLM0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/APg2YtaRE9c/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The little nest was woven&lt;br /&gt;With tender love and care&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t find little miss Robin&lt;br /&gt;You can always find her there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She’s nestled in, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t budge&lt;br /&gt;She patiently sits on her eggs&lt;br /&gt;She only leaves to grab a bite&lt;br /&gt;Then back to the eggs she has laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Her nest is low in the tree out front&lt;br /&gt;Not really hidden at all&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to mind if we stop&lt;br /&gt;But we keep our distance and call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello little Robin, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;What a good little mother are you&lt;br /&gt;But all we can see is her one big eye&lt;br /&gt;And her little head tilted toward the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How many babies can there be?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to count them, one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;When they are new-born oh, what a sight&lt;br /&gt;We hope we can witness their first flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope your babies stay safe&lt;br /&gt;From the Crows that stalk your nest&lt;br /&gt;We want to see them fly away on their own&lt;br /&gt;So stay safe from those miserable pests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fuzzy Head&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;One little birdie has lifted it’s head&lt;br /&gt;Above the nest in full view&lt;br /&gt;Funny little baby with it’s fuzzy little head&lt;br /&gt;I can finally have a peek at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mama Robin so faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of her nest she is perched&lt;br /&gt;But so far it’s been very quiet&lt;br /&gt;None of her babies have chirped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I see a second, maybe a third&lt;br /&gt;Just a beak and some fuzz are showing&lt;br /&gt;It’s so much fun to watch all of this&lt;br /&gt;While each little baby growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A turn of events&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to believe it&lt;br /&gt;The babies are missing&lt;br /&gt;I cannot conceive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The nest has been visited&lt;br /&gt;At a terrible cost&lt;br /&gt;The nest is now empty&lt;br /&gt;Mama bird seems lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4783446222874912621?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4783446222874912621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4783446222874912621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4783446222874912621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4783446222874912621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/robins-nest.html' title='Robin&apos;s Nest/Fuzzy Head'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SktHj1NLM0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/APg2YtaRE9c/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3551631294433255067</id><published>2009-06-07T05:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:38:10.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cross Around My Neck (True Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SpvD9g5-G6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XqVOW4bQyZQ/s1600-h/My+Photos+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376106041769335714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SpvD9g5-G6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XqVOW4bQyZQ/s320/My+Photos+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wasn’t a Christian for long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I wanted the world to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I thought I should wear a cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Around my neck it would show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I thought the bigger the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To display my faith on a chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, I wanted the world to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Christ didn’t die in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, I was on a mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To find just the right cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I searched and hunted for weeks on end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My searching was at a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then one day I found it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I was getting into the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was so small I almost missed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On the ground, all battered and marred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, it was on a chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The cross was simple and small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But it bared the same marks as Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All battered and beaten and marred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I picked it up as a treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I knew I found it at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I would treasure this cross as a symbol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To remind me of my lost past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3551631294433255067?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3551631294433255067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3551631294433255067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3551631294433255067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3551631294433255067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/cross-around-my-neck-true-story.html' title='The Cross Around My Neck (True Story)'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SpvD9g5-G6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XqVOW4bQyZQ/s72-c/My+Photos+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8846292413707337526</id><published>2009-06-01T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:32:25.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Better, Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Good, better, best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Never let it rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Until the good is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And the better best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Life is good you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But it can get better day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All you have to do is pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And God will open up a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For the good to change for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And the better will now be God's best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8846292413707337526?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8846292413707337526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8846292413707337526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8846292413707337526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8846292413707337526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-better-best.html' title='Good, Better, Best'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7813470263451577410</id><published>2009-06-01T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:48:49.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Have Turned Their Back On The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Backsliders about face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pick up your pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;March on in grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And come back to your Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7813470263451577410?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7813470263451577410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7813470263451577410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7813470263451577410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7813470263451577410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-who-have-turned-their-back-on.html' title='For Those Who Have Turned Their Back On The Lord'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6139574547979887722</id><published>2009-05-28T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:09:07.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan Hates The Morning Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Try as he may to ruin our day&lt;br /&gt;To discourage and cause us strife&lt;br /&gt;When we go to bed we don’t have to dread&lt;br /&gt;For we will arise in the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A brand-new day is headed our way&lt;br /&gt;One filled with hope and delight&lt;br /&gt;Victory sweet, Failure’s defeat&lt;br /&gt;With the passing of the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So hold on tight until morning’s light&lt;br /&gt;It’s a chance for a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;What happened today will fade away&lt;br /&gt;And once again life will be worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6139574547979887722?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6139574547979887722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6139574547979887722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6139574547979887722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6139574547979887722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/satan-hates-morning-light.html' title='Satan Hates The Morning Light'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-481759040212435978</id><published>2009-05-25T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:52:42.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Men and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Serving our country&lt;br /&gt;And serving it well&lt;br /&gt;Our soldiers and sailors&lt;br /&gt;With stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands, wives,&lt;br /&gt;Fathers and mothers&lt;br /&gt;Leaving their comfort&lt;br /&gt;To fight for their "brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to go&lt;br /&gt;To keep all men free&lt;br /&gt;Fighting wars&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;I could not do it&lt;br /&gt;But you so unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;Put your minds to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t imagine&lt;br /&gt;Your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Willing to serve&lt;br /&gt;Giving your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all&lt;br /&gt;Who serve the USA&lt;br /&gt;It’s your time to shine&lt;br /&gt;This is your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all who have left the comfort of their homes and families&lt;br /&gt;The luxuries they had here in America, jobs, cars&lt;br /&gt;I think of the kids right out of high school and college&lt;br /&gt;Whose lives are just beginning&lt;br /&gt;And how they unselfishly left their girlfriends, boyfriends, homes, cars&lt;br /&gt;What a great group of young people&lt;br /&gt;They are our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-481759040212435978?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/481759040212435978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=481759040212435978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/481759040212435978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/481759040212435978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-men-and-women.html' title='Thank You Men and Women'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8597615962010007626</id><published>2009-05-23T03:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:45:13.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me of Wee Little Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If only my faith were stronger&lt;br /&gt;If only I had more trust&lt;br /&gt;If only I could pray more&lt;br /&gt;Stomping fear and worry into dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some "things" have been with me&lt;br /&gt;For way too long&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To weather the storms&lt;br /&gt;That come my way&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on another today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do I have to get mad&lt;br /&gt;At these tormenting pests&lt;br /&gt;Mad at myself&lt;br /&gt;For allowing this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What will it take&lt;br /&gt;To ban fear and worry&lt;br /&gt;What will it take&lt;br /&gt;To really be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For letting "them" rule&lt;br /&gt;Am I insane&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sin in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Jesus should reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I give up God&lt;br /&gt;I hand them to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you my fear and worry&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what more I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8597615962010007626?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8597615962010007626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8597615962010007626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8597615962010007626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8597615962010007626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-of-wee-little-faith.html' title='Me of Wee Little Faith'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3151820542962423616</id><published>2009-05-18T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:46:19.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Go/Who Will Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There are some called to go&lt;br /&gt;Some called to stay&lt;br /&gt;Whether we come or go&lt;br /&gt;We are all called to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If we are called to stay&lt;br /&gt;Our calling is to pray&lt;br /&gt;Praying for those&lt;br /&gt;Who are called not to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s just as important&lt;br /&gt;To stay as to go&lt;br /&gt;Our mission in life&lt;br /&gt;Varies you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We can’t judge our call&lt;br /&gt;Comparing one another&lt;br /&gt;We cannot compete&lt;br /&gt;With our Christian brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Being called to go&lt;br /&gt;Is not as easy&lt;br /&gt;And those who are staying&lt;br /&gt;Are not being lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So some must go&lt;br /&gt;And some must stay&lt;br /&gt;It’s all a matter&lt;br /&gt;Of God’s answer when you pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3151820542962423616?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3151820542962423616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3151820542962423616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3151820542962423616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3151820542962423616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-will-gowho-will-stay.html' title='Who Will Go/Who Will Stay'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1524093269199487341</id><published>2009-05-18T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:04:52.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Invisible Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have a friend you cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He walks with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And he talks to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not so sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We should be hangin' out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Instead of hope he gives me doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'll tell you my friend's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you keep on readin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've had this friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For many a season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day I might just say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why I choose him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Good-bye forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dear old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friendship with "Loneliness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is now at an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Even though Loneliness left when Jesus came in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Loneliness still tries it's best to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1524093269199487341?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1524093269199487341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1524093269199487341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1524093269199487341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1524093269199487341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-invisible-friend.html' title='My Invisible Friend'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7128325744073676000</id><published>2009-05-14T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:42:17.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, You Couldn't Have Known</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy&lt;br /&gt;Would be so important to a world of sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;That your little boy&lt;br /&gt;One day would reign in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;That your Son would break&lt;br /&gt;The hold sin had on the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;The love your Son had&lt;br /&gt;For future generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;The part your Son would play&lt;br /&gt;In the redemption of all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;I would one day bow&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of your precious Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;All that God had planned&lt;br /&gt;When He gave his only Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mary, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have known&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;When you obeyed God’s call on your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7128325744073676000?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7128325744073676000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7128325744073676000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7128325744073676000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7128325744073676000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/mary-you-couldnt-have-known.html' title='Mary, You Couldn&apos;t Have Known'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5549315735595255784</id><published>2009-05-10T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:08:46.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TinkerBell Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SgeUtDi78OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MvwtQYsSKG8/s1600-h/My+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334395785410506978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SgeUtDi78OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MvwtQYsSKG8/s320/My+Photos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was three&lt;br /&gt;My sister was five&lt;br /&gt;A present from dad&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A TinkerBell doll&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Out of the box&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We played with Tink&lt;br /&gt;She was well-loved&lt;br /&gt;Her little green dress&lt;br /&gt;And wings like a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bells on her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Blond hair in a bun&lt;br /&gt;She was our Tink&lt;br /&gt;And she was such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We played so hard&lt;br /&gt;Her little arms fell off&lt;br /&gt;One couldn't be found&lt;br /&gt;So the other I tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forever gone&lt;br /&gt;Threw it away&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We kept our Tink&lt;br /&gt;We still have her today&lt;br /&gt;She needed some fixin’&lt;br /&gt;So we whisked her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To the doll hospital&lt;br /&gt;We took our dear Tink&lt;br /&gt;For a new set of arms&lt;br /&gt;What would dad think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We would fix up our Tink&lt;br /&gt;Have a new dress made&lt;br /&gt;We still had her shoes&lt;br /&gt;With a new dress of Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She’s lookin’ good now&lt;br /&gt;A smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;She sits on my shelf&lt;br /&gt;In just the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have had TinkeBell for over 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5549315735595255784?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5549315735595255784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5549315735595255784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5549315735595255784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5549315735595255784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/tinkerbell-doll.html' title='TinkerBell Doll'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SgeUtDi78OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MvwtQYsSKG8/s72-c/My+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3061145982878203228</id><published>2009-05-10T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:50:50.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have you had your hands full&lt;br /&gt;Raising your kids&lt;br /&gt;Have they tested your patience&lt;br /&gt;Like we all once did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you struggled to raise them&lt;br /&gt;And teach them what’s right&lt;br /&gt;Have you stayed up and prayed&lt;br /&gt;For them into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your hands full&lt;br /&gt;Since the teen years are here&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem to get harder&lt;br /&gt;With each passing year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you children all grown&lt;br /&gt;And not keeping in touch&lt;br /&gt;The phone never ringing&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t see them much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’s one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;Of one thing I am sure&lt;br /&gt;Mothers never give up&lt;br /&gt;On the children we adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is my story&lt;br /&gt;And it may not be yours&lt;br /&gt;But we all have our moments&lt;br /&gt;Of this, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on praying moms&lt;br /&gt;Never give up&lt;br /&gt;God never gives up on us&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are still a work in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3061145982878203228?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3061145982878203228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3061145982878203228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3061145982878203228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3061145982878203228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-never-give-up.html' title='Mothers Never Give Up'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2267085961353249103</id><published>2009-05-04T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:16:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me! Me! Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes I get tired&lt;br /&gt;Of me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of myself&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes cloud my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I’d like to vacation&lt;br /&gt;Away from myself&lt;br /&gt;Just one little break&lt;br /&gt;Away from my thoughts of self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The times I say "I"&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the day&lt;br /&gt;Makes me consider&lt;br /&gt;To find a better way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To forget about self&lt;br /&gt;And center on others&lt;br /&gt;Loving and listening&lt;br /&gt;So my "I" thoughts don’t smother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A listening ear&lt;br /&gt;Is a valuable gift&lt;br /&gt;When "I" is no longer&lt;br /&gt;All I can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2267085961353249103?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2267085961353249103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2267085961353249103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2267085961353249103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2267085961353249103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-me-me.html' title='Me! Me! Me!'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3541839605667587175</id><published>2009-05-04T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:19:04.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Is The Reason I Get Out of Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We all need faith&lt;br /&gt;It’s what keeps us going&lt;br /&gt;Faith gives us hope&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When doubt says we can’t&lt;br /&gt;Faith says we can&lt;br /&gt;With faith on our side&lt;br /&gt;We can begin again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With faith, add some hope&lt;br /&gt;And to hope, add some love&lt;br /&gt;All of these gifts&lt;br /&gt;Are from our God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just a little faith&lt;br /&gt;Goes a long way&lt;br /&gt;It’s the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of a brand-new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3541839605667587175?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3541839605667587175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3541839605667587175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3541839605667587175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3541839605667587175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith-is-reason-i-get-out-of-bed.html' title='Faith Is The Reason I Get Out of Bed'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2795510505191185666</id><published>2009-04-29T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:14:33.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once you ask Jesus into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He comes willingly, settles in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll never depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll free you from your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once you ask Jesus into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's at home, here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll never depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You can't turn Him away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once you ask Jesus into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Giving all to God, He receives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll never depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are asked to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once you ask Jesus into your heart&lt;br /&gt;He's ready, angels rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll never depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's simply your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our salvation is a gift from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It doesn't cost a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He has so many blessings for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Peace and joy He brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2795510505191185666?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2795510505191185666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2795510505191185666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2795510505191185666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2795510505191185666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-security.html' title='Eternal Security'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-206803698118022280</id><published>2009-04-23T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:33:34.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Care Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Waking up children from their naps&lt;br /&gt;Picking up pillows, folding up mats&lt;br /&gt;Snack time is here, tummies to fill&lt;br /&gt;Picking up marshmallows, cleaning up spills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When it’s playtime we go out&lt;br /&gt;This takes two of us without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;One child rides a bike, another tries to catch bees&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to gather the little ones hiding behind the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cleanup time&lt;br /&gt;it’s your turn, no, I think it’s mine&lt;br /&gt;Are we a great team&lt;br /&gt;I think we are mighty fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-206803698118022280?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/206803698118022280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=206803698118022280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/206803698118022280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/206803698118022280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-care-workers.html' title='Day Care Workers'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2300705810859424925</id><published>2009-04-23T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:38:25.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To the potter speaks the clay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mold me, fashion me in this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to be a work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A flawless, priceless vessel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Said the potter to the clay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You have it wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It doesn't work that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Practical and useful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You'll be a work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Place yourself in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I will do my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2300705810859424925?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2300705810859424925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2300705810859424925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2300705810859424925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2300705810859424925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-clay.html' title='I Am The Clay'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-9095085461548963290</id><published>2009-04-19T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:46:19.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jigsaw Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A card table set up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the center of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On it, a jigsaw puzzle resting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We’re getting ready to start it soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom takes a seat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And then opens up the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Emptying all the puzzle pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Onto the card table top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Turning over each grey piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Revealing all the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Starting with the border pieces first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ignoring all the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One by one the pieces fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The picture starts to emerge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Piece by piece they fall into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Until the words “it's finished” are heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some days are like grey puzzle pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We don’t know how they fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But with a little work and patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We see that God may have a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Each tribulation we go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We may not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We cannot always see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That God leads by His loving hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But when all the pieces fall into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We can start to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The beauty and the kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of our faithful God’s perfect plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-9095085461548963290?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/9095085461548963290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=9095085461548963290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/9095085461548963290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/9095085461548963290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/jigsaw-puzzle.html' title='The Jigsaw Puzzle'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6897870783080676365</id><published>2009-04-13T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:17:39.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "No Poem" Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There was a time of sadness for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I couldn't seem to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No matter how hard I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I couldn't get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A dry spell is what it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My pen and typewriter idle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No matter how hard I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I couldn't even think of a title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I couldn't use my gift from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quite a few years went by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wondered if God "took" it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My ministry went dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had a lot of sadness back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That seemed to block the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just couldn't seem to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I just let my poetry go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I believe I was in training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Learning from sadness and strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To deepen my understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had to experience life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I needed to spend some time waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spend some time in the trenches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Needed to do some more waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spending some time on the benches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so glad God is faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My gift was not taken away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It lay dormant until I was ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was the start of a brand-new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6897870783080676365?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6897870783080676365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6897870783080676365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6897870783080676365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6897870783080676365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-poem-years.html' title='The &quot;No Poem&quot; Years'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1958431046576885812</id><published>2009-04-13T06:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:52:36.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There’s a flower that blooms at midnight&lt;br /&gt;After the light has faded away&lt;br /&gt;It’s as lovely in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As any flower blooming in day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to surround me&lt;br /&gt;And God’s light seems to have faded away&lt;br /&gt;God’s love is the light I have stored in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can bloom no matter what comes my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can bloom in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;For the hurting and lost to see&lt;br /&gt;Not even Satan can stop me&lt;br /&gt;For God’s light is alive in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word is the seed He has planted&lt;br /&gt;He waters His seed with His love&lt;br /&gt;Can I fill the air with God’s fragrance and beauty&lt;br /&gt;And bloom through the darkness and minister God’s love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1958431046576885812?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1958431046576885812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1958431046576885812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1958431046576885812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1958431046576885812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight-flower.html' title='Midnight Flower'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3893104277525040535</id><published>2009-04-07T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:48:33.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot In Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foot in mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mistakes like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Stay on our mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Words are said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can't take them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can say "we're sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That's a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Those words sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With words that rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But spit them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I am sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How hard was that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I am truly sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Go have that chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3893104277525040535?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3893104277525040535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3893104277525040535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3893104277525040535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3893104277525040535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/foot-in-mouth.html' title='Foot In Mouth'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7513269947428803848</id><published>2009-04-07T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:27:59.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry and Fear/Lousy Companions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I start to worry and feel afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am in the presence of my enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So why do I continue to entertain them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Worry and fear are unhealthy relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why do I welcome them into my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What would it feel like if I didn't open my heart's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When they came knocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Go away! I'm not used to saying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's not polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But why should I be polite to dangerous intruders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can I open my heart's door and demand that they leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course I can but I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What will it take before I stop welcoming them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They are lousy companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yet, I have invited them in time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wasting my time and energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why can't I replace them permanently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With Trust and Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What helpful companions they would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wonder how I can open my heart's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And clean house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's too crammed full of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How can I sort it all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ah, I think there may be a solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since I am not doing too well on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know Someone who will help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Help me to clean out those intruders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That force their way in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How many times must Jesus die on the cross for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Once and for all it is finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The work on the cross is finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've been loved, forgiven and cared for at Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And Jesus is still waiting for me to ask for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Help in conquering things so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Compared to what He conquered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yet, they seem like mountains to me and not mole hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This seems to be a lesson I have to keep learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And re-learning way too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Shall I give it another try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, I shall give it another try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What man can't do God can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I open the door of my heart to you God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Again, please help me get rid of fear and worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And welcome trust and faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know with them as my constant companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can't go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7513269947428803848?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7513269947428803848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7513269947428803848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7513269947428803848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7513269947428803848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/worry-and-fearlousy-companions.html' title='Worry and Fear/Lousy Companions'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6373718782373656129</id><published>2009-04-07T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:10:31.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some of us are travelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some at home, we'd rather stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some of us are wanderers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some may go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But there is a place I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This place is called my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It calls my name and brings me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From wherever I may roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our home is our safe haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where we can close our door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Retreat from the world and it's problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No matter if rich or poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Home is where my heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's everything that's dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's my little bit of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where I can bring my family near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My home is my retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not made of straw or sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've built my home on The Solid Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not on quicksand or with bricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My home is not a building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yet, it sometimes needs repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know the Master Carpenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My home is safe within His care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6373718782373656129?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6373718782373656129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6373718782373656129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6373718782373656129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6373718782373656129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8545840327737863158</id><published>2009-04-07T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:43:17.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Backyard Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Like fire against the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A burst of red, a warming glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A songbird's melody sent my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To warm my heart from the cold of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As I watch from my window the Cardinal knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spring will come as winter goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A touch of hope through winter tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A new beginning for future years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8545840327737863158?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8545840327737863158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8545840327737863158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8545840327737863158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8545840327737863158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-backyard-bird.html' title='My Backyard Bird'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-679114371799235976</id><published>2009-04-07T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:38:52.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Work, My Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My work is not a chore to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or I would tell you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I love it here at the nursing home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So every morning off I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To care for all the elderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;God has placed within my care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For I know that He is using me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To be a witness for Him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-679114371799235976?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/679114371799235976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=679114371799235976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/679114371799235976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/679114371799235976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/gods-work-my-work.html' title='God&apos;s Work, My Work'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-879175607349686005</id><published>2009-04-07T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:36:15.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;New beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Relationships to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you fail each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-879175607349686005?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/879175607349686005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=879175607349686005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/879175607349686005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/879175607349686005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-your-friends.html' title='Love Your Friends'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8635651946317267839</id><published>2009-04-06T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:27:45.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Pitiful Pearl Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Santa was waving from a fire engine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Was he real, I wasn't sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As he rode through our neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I peeked out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom was curling my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was getting late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was anxious to climb the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think I was ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And filled with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was Christmas morning&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321773203816834546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/Sdq8iGyx5fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I-ZG9olY8-g/s200/My+Photos+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I opened my presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And when I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Something happened inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I knew just what I'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You weren't very pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your hair, long and straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A scarf kept your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From hanging down in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your long dress had patches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All scattered about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I opened your box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I took you out&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/Sdq8idEI-pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HkdlerdELZo/s1600-h/My+Photos+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321773209795230354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/Sdq8idEI-pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HkdlerdELZo/s200/My+Photos+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think you wore boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You were very poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You needed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I needed you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I knew I would love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And you would love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Poor Pitiful Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I cared for you faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Packed away in a box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now I was grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You, just a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had a home of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then a raging fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Swept through my parent's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The family gathered together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To help sort things out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There you were, naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All covered with soot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not a thing wrong with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Except a small hole in your foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The love was still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I packed you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I knew in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I would clean you some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Many years later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got the job done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fixing you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For me, was quite fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aunt Ceil took us shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With a new handmade dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From the Elfin Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You did look your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The dress, purple and peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With white stockings, black shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A purple bow in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, I think that will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I asked my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;About Poor Pitiful Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The reason they bought her was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was such a pitiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wanted pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why, I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Was it my cry for attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In my own childish way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's been thirty years now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since I first got my Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She sits in my bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's still my little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Poor Pitiful Pearl Became My Nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The older picture is me around eight or ten years old with Poor Pitiful Pearl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The second picture is Pearl now.  Fifty years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8635651946317267839?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8635651946317267839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8635651946317267839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8635651946317267839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8635651946317267839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-pitiful-pearl-doll.html' title='Poor Pitiful Pearl Doll'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/Sdq8iGyx5fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/I-ZG9olY8-g/s72-c/My+Photos+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4616341016599542399</id><published>2009-04-05T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:07:10.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unspoken words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was only a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Peter had failed Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He blew his last chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To take up for Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In His final hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What happened to the courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Peter once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What happened to the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He denied he ever knew Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Before the cock crowed twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He betrayed the One who loved him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now he had to pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Locked behind closed doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fear and sadness griped his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then Jesus stood among them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His forgiveness to impart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now the Scriptures were fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Peter understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesus' death was meant for evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But God meant it for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4616341016599542399?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4616341016599542399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4616341016599542399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4616341016599542399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4616341016599542399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8452142367114996916</id><published>2009-04-05T05:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:27:39.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empty Tomb Has Set You Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The tomb is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But your heart &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;needn&lt;/span&gt;’t be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The empty tomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is a symbol for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Are burdens too heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The empty tomb has set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When Jesus conquered death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He freed us from all misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Could it be loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or maybe your health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Could it be family problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or the loss of your wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Whatever your heartaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesus conquered all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don’t let your heart stay empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just answer the empty tomb’s call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesus knows how we feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He walked in our shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He died for our sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You have nothing to loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One simple act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s a matter of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Start on bended knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There’s not a moment to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just answer God’s call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Give your heart to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He will fill it with His presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He will free it from all sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8452142367114996916?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8452142367114996916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8452142367114996916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8452142367114996916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8452142367114996916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/empty-tomb-has-set-you-free.html' title='The Empty Tomb Has Set You Free'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7214735040767490877</id><published>2009-04-02T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:16:21.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii or Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdamxvxOBtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2epwB-nuNe8/s1600-h/My+Photos+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320623383351527122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdamxvxOBtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2epwB-nuNe8/s320/My+Photos+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When my husband and I were first married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We started to save our change every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had a large, empty Kosher Dill pickle jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That can hold a lot of change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had this great idea to save for a trip to Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hawaii is somewhere I would like to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I heard it was pretty expensive to visit there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wondered how long it would take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To save for a trip to Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Years probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got to thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have traveled before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I didn’t really feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I missed out on anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I came up with a better idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day I am going to a beautiful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That will make Hawaii seem like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The place I am talking about is Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I dropped the idea of going to Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And now instead of saving our change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In our pickle jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have my button collection in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have over 15,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not worrying about Hawaii anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Heaven is just around the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And it’s the best trip I will ever take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who needs Hawaii when Heaven is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7214735040767490877?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7214735040767490877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7214735040767490877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7214735040767490877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7214735040767490877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/hawaii-or-heaven.html' title='Hawaii or Heaven'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdamxvxOBtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2epwB-nuNe8/s72-c/My+Photos+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6715127854191090470</id><published>2009-04-02T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:17:12.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The War That Never Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Too young to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Too old to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The dying, the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our disrespect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soldiers fighting the battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Giving up their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was in the sixties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vietnam, the war that never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soldiers and their families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Affected still today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Too many unanswered questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;People asking still today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There is only one solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For their healing to take place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jesus is the only answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He can save them by His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6715127854191090470?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6715127854191090470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6715127854191090470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6715127854191090470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6715127854191090470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/war-that-never-was.html' title='The War That Never Was'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6733966510190819901</id><published>2009-04-02T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:35:54.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The War That Touched Home/Saddam Hussein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wrote this many years ago when my brother Mark was serving over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foreign words, foreign lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;College students in combat stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Scud, patriots, Saddam Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Playing a deadly game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;livingroom&lt;/span&gt; war for those left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;News reports playing games with our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yellow ribbons, unspoken words, empty beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Symbols of the fears that dance around in our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Praying that our loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Will all come safely home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our prayers are being answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Remember we are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; encouraged me to submit this poem to our local newspaper and to my surprise it was published. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His regime, crumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His statue, tumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The critics, mumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The results, humbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6733966510190819901?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6733966510190819901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6733966510190819901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6733966510190819901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6733966510190819901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/war-that-touched-home.html' title='The War That Touched Home/Saddam Hussein'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1530601003645311682</id><published>2009-04-02T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:03:23.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdU1tlKdwzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OR7pDjBGWMg/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217591994499890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdU1tlKdwzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OR7pDjBGWMg/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why does the Willow weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why does it seem so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Humans have entered in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wasting the best resources we've ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Trees are being destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From one continent to another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;From here in our own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And the land of our distant brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm only one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We all could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But there's always hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When we take time to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not a fanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But as Joyce Kilmer says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There's nothing lovelier than a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Trees bear fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They give shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They give us beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the heat of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Imagine just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As far as your eye can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No matter where you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There are no trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How empty and barren God's land would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1530601003645311682?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1530601003645311682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1530601003645311682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1530601003645311682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1530601003645311682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being Green'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdU1tlKdwzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OR7pDjBGWMg/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7990315959154843782</id><published>2009-04-02T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:44:20.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warmth may be a fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or a steaming cup of tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warmth may be a candle light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A soft kitten to cuddle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warmth may be a warm soft bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On a snowy winter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warmth may be a loving thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A kind word that I might say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warmth may be a hug, a touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; having a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But the warmth of the heart is the best of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's the love that you give away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7990315959154843782?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7990315959154843782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7990315959154843782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7990315959154843782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7990315959154843782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-of-all.html' title='The Best Of All'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-248271877398252784</id><published>2009-04-02T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:36:30.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One Day At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Flowers delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They're not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Someones birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husbands and boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Showing they care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Capturing a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For those in love to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Another Day At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I never get roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I have something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A dad who's there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Through all kinds of weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's really snowing outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two of my tires are bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'll have to drive home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But wait, here comes my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He changes my tires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's showing he cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friends think he's something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's my answer to prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Flowers delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They are for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sent to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My fortieth birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They're not from a husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or a boyfriend, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But my sister and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sent them to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've made a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There is nothing better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Than getting flowers delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's my best birthday ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was written many years ago when I was single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-248271877398252784?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/248271877398252784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=248271877398252784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/248271877398252784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/248271877398252784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-at-work.html' title='One Day At Work'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8917214185161629684</id><published>2009-04-02T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:33:51.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buttercup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SfWKAJnnvsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5CKU3VAL1Zs/s1600-h/My+Photos+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329317469249584834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SfWKAJnnvsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5CKU3VAL1Zs/s200/My+Photos+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There was a little flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bright yellow as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When we were little children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We'd pick them just to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If when we held them to our chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would the color reflect on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If in fact it did so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then a butter-lover I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8917214185161629684?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8917214185161629684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8917214185161629684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8917214185161629684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8917214185161629684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/buttercup.html' title='The Buttercup'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SfWKAJnnvsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5CKU3VAL1Zs/s72-c/My+Photos+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4932398566859904026</id><published>2009-04-02T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:22:36.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little bug, little bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Flying so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What could you be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little strange bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Flying so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unidentified bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Resting at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little bug, little bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Upon the great wall, what more do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little bug, little bug, so still and so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mockingbird says "breakfast to go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was sitting in the car in line at the bank window and this strange little bug was flying all around. I was trying to identify it and it rested on the wall for only a moment. Then all of a sudden a Mockingbird swooped down and got it! Breakfast to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4932398566859904026?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4932398566859904026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4932398566859904026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4932398566859904026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4932398566859904026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-bug.html' title='Little Bug'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5383198523323473505</id><published>2009-04-02T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:25:44.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did You Go Moe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day when we were still at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our dog Dusty liked to roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day he brought a friend to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We really like him, made a fuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He was black and Dusty was brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We really liked having "Moe" around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dusty and Moe were quite a pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Together they went everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Moe's owners did not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why Moe thought our family was so grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So they'd take him away for a day or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But he'd come right back to our front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day our Moe just disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The worst had happened we all feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His owners rather than share our friend Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Gave him away. Moe, where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5383198523323473505?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5383198523323473505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5383198523323473505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5383198523323473505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5383198523323473505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-did-you-go-moe.html' title='Where Did You Go Moe'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3603743246510477879</id><published>2009-04-02T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:06:19.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have been a nursing assistant and personal care assistant for almost 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If I got a penny for making every bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'd be so filthy rich I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It'd go right to my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If I had a penny for every bed I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wouldn't have to make my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Instead, I'd have a maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If I had a penny for every bed I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think I'd stay in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And sip some lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3603743246510477879?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3603743246510477879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3603743246510477879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3603743246510477879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3603743246510477879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-beds.html' title='Making Beds'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3140476926194128160</id><published>2009-04-02T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:01:44.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Black and graceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With a touch of red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lady was the daintiest pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She lived in a corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;At the top of her cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quietly spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A nest for her eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I truly did love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But I'm sorry to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I took her eggs from her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And flushed them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One chilly fall morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I started to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lady was ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She was going to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'll never forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I miss her you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Black Widow spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Was very special to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3140476926194128160?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3140476926194128160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3140476926194128160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3140476926194128160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3140476926194128160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/lady.html' title='Lady'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3815868339829988755</id><published>2009-04-02T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:57:56.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester Churantula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chester Tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lives all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He'll eat other spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If they visit his home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's a Mexican Red-Leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's five years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He can live to be fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He doesn't like the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We feed him live crickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;About once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He always needs water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But doesn't always eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's not very dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But if he does bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No worse than a bee sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But he'd give you a fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He molts once a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Steps right our of his skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This means he's growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You'd think he was twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His abdomen's soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you drop him he'll burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;By then it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No need for a nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My cat wants to eat him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just one little bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But, I say no way cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're having fish tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chester is no longer with us.  He passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3815868339829988755?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3815868339829988755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3815868339829988755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3815868339829988755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3815868339829988755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/chester-churantula.html' title='Chester Churantula'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7718073663898391999</id><published>2009-04-01T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:59:19.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My dad passed away in 1992. I wrote these next two poems for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's not a fisherman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Doesn't like to play ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But when it comes to pops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's the best one of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's kind and giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yet  has a sharp tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But when there's something to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He gets the job done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wouldn't trade him or change him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's our very own pop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He's fun to be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His good deeds never stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7718073663898391999?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7718073663898391999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7718073663898391999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7718073663898391999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7718073663898391999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3170919919618871757</id><published>2009-04-01T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:28.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I always felt safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you were around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Knowing things were ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you were around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Through all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With you I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've never missed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'Cause you're the best dad in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Out of all the dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I could have had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There's no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'd rather call dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love, Your Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3170919919618871757?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3170919919618871757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3170919919618871757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3170919919618871757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3170919919618871757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-5640755402704724942</id><published>2009-04-01T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:09.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always A Poem Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The poems I've written, over a hundred you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But it makes no difference to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For no matter what I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm always a poem away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've expressed myself when I'm happy and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gotten&lt;/span&gt; the pen out when I'm peaceful or mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But no matter what I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm always a poem away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Will I ever run out of thoughts or emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or arranging my words to make a new poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But no matter what I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm always a poem away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-5640755402704724942?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5640755402704724942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=5640755402704724942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5640755402704724942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/5640755402704724942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-poem-away.html' title='Always A Poem Away'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8153186337706395090</id><published>2009-04-01T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:51:15.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Under our refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In our tiny little house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lived a creature, small and furry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We called him our baby mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His mother seeking food one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To feed her babies, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Came upon some food at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The trap she did not see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;His brothers fending for themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then came upon a treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Poison was their final meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"The end" they were to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So one small mouse was all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hungry and scared was he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He won our hearts, we captured him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To join our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then late that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nibbling on my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I awoke to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Another mouse appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Another mouse! I couldn't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wondered if there were others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Baby mouse was not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He had another brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I could have tired to capture that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But you see, it was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Baby mouse plus two more others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Poison also sealed their fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8153186337706395090?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8153186337706395090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8153186337706395090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8153186337706395090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8153186337706395090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-story.html' title='A True Story'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8968089592159893419</id><published>2009-04-01T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:53:38.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdPTxYd0jTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/V0GxeU_JI0c/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828430189268274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdPTxYd0jTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/V0GxeU_JI0c/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Like sparkling rubies wet with dew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nestled in a carpet of jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The thought of me helping myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Suddenly begins to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The rustling of leaves interrupts. An Intruder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wonder who or what it might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I bend down to get a closer look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just in time to see two eyes looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Startled, I scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, for goodness sakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What's the matter with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's only a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8968089592159893419?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8968089592159893419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8968089592159893419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8968089592159893419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8968089592159893419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/strawberry-patch_01.html' title='Strawberry Patch'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SdPTxYd0jTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/V0GxeU_JI0c/s72-c/DSCN0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-17869717868097217</id><published>2009-04-01T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:54:24.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The tiny ballerina sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's graced with beauty and song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She dreams of a pair of tiny hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Waking her up as they come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two big blue eyes peek in the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The sunshine filters through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The tiny ballerina stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She knows just what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;With the tinkling sound of the music box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The tiny ballerina twirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She dances for an audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of one tiny little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Her dance complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's put to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She sleeps in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She danced her best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-17869717868097217?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/17869717868097217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=17869717868097217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/17869717868097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/17869717868097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-box.html' title='The Music Box'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1742022797326092113</id><published>2009-04-01T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:55:18.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbird Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Winter is making an exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spring is knocking at our door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brightly colored flowers are awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little Hummingbird you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your feet are much to feeble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You cannot walk on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But your wings make up the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bringing you safely home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You spend your winters in a far off land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Traveling five hundred miles in a single flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Taking your wings to their limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Soaring to new heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hummingbird, you surely are a work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two to eight inches in length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your wings beat up to eighty cycles per second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Flying backwards is one of your strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your markings are drenched in color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are no bigger than a mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are one of three hundred and twenty species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You weigh less than an ounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hummingbird, you are destined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Spring holds you in the palm of her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We miss seeing you sipping your nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Your entrance back home shall be grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So little Hummingbird we'll be expecting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We'll be watching from our back doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are welcome in my garden anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little Hummingbird, I couldn't ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1742022797326092113?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1742022797326092113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1742022797326092113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1742022797326092113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1742022797326092113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/04/hummingbird-come-home.html' title='Hummingbird Come Home'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6507378779155184688</id><published>2009-03-29T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:14:05.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worm On The Sidewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It’s there, outside on the sidewalk, dead&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t the little worm know&lt;br /&gt;The worm had it good&lt;br /&gt;It lived in rich, fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by everything it needed&lt;br /&gt;To live a good, healthy life&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when the storms and rains came&lt;br /&gt;And things got tough&lt;br /&gt;The worm was on the move&lt;br /&gt;Looking elsewhere for protection&lt;br /&gt;And relief from the storms&lt;br /&gt;So it made it as far as the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Where it got stuck, shriveled up and died&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The little worm is me&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I am planted in the rich, fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;Of The Word of God&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word has everything I need&lt;br /&gt;To live a good, healthy life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yet, when the storms and rains come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And things get tough&lt;br /&gt;I start looking elsewhere for protection&lt;br /&gt;And relief from the storms&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if I stay planted&lt;br /&gt;In the rich, fertile soil of God’s Word&lt;br /&gt;The storms will pass&lt;br /&gt;And the Son will shine again&lt;br /&gt;I must stay planted in the rich, fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;Of God’s Word&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t get stuck, shrivel up and die spiritually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amen?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6507378779155184688?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6507378779155184688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6507378779155184688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6507378779155184688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6507378779155184688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/worm-on-sidewalk.html' title='The Worm On The Sidewalk'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-3292611245632411434</id><published>2009-03-20T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:35:59.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A New Season On The Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceQJF00-FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-v3A3BcV6dE/s1600-h/DSCN0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316376370991134802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceQJF00-FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-v3A3BcV6dE/s200/DSCN0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like winter some “seasons” in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Stay way too long,&lt;br /&gt;Some drag on and just when you think a new season is coming&lt;br /&gt;Like spring, the sun is back but the rains bring a chill&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of the season you are in&lt;br /&gt;Has it been a hard one, a long one&lt;br /&gt;Have you struggled one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;An hour at a time, a minute at a time&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the chill right down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Does your soul need warming&lt;br /&gt;Has your First Love (your relationship with God)&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to have lost the glow it once had&lt;br /&gt;Well, seasons only last for a designated time so hold on...&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new “season” on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;God will open a window&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air will come in,&lt;br /&gt;You will feel refreshed&lt;br /&gt;The Son will shine in your life once again&lt;br /&gt;God will restore&lt;br /&gt;You will have the strength you need&lt;br /&gt;God’s mercies are new every morning&lt;br /&gt;That long, unwanted, winter-like season won’t last forever&lt;br /&gt;So hold on&lt;br /&gt;God is working&lt;br /&gt;“Seasons have their reasons”&lt;br /&gt;They are needed&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one has a purpose&lt;br /&gt;But Halelujah there’s a new season on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-3292611245632411434?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3292611245632411434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=3292611245632411434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3292611245632411434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/3292611245632411434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-new-season-on-horizon.html' title='There&apos;s A New Season On The Horizon'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceQJF00-FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-v3A3BcV6dE/s72-c/DSCN0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6339768452788428000</id><published>2009-03-20T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:39:37.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A New Season Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceRBLKPy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/N_95f2AFDVk/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316377334495824882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceRBLKPy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/N_95f2AFDVk/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seasons come and seasons go&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of contentment&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of restlessness&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of waiting&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of doing&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of joy&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of sadness&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of good health&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of physical challenges&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of plenty&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of scarceness&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of quietness&lt;br /&gt;The seasons of being busy&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Seasons can be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Seasons can be challenging&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;When seasons are good we are thankful&lt;br /&gt;When seasons are life-draining we may&lt;br /&gt;Need to enter into a season of prayer&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful prayer&lt;br /&gt;Serious prayer&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even constant prayer&lt;br /&gt;More than just a quick thought now and then&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;When we enter into a season of prayer&lt;br /&gt;God will grant a season of answering&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful in prayer&lt;br /&gt;Because God is ever-so-faithful in answering&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6339768452788428000?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6339768452788428000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6339768452788428000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6339768452788428000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6339768452788428000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-new-season-coming.html' title='There&apos;s A New Season Coming'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/SceRBLKPy_I/AAAAAAAAACE/N_95f2AFDVk/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1871531451821312412</id><published>2009-03-16T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:27:07.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Can I Retire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjRlIgcp4I/AAAAAAAAACM/Af_MtvcaRgc/s1600-h/child5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316729795979814786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjRlIgcp4I/AAAAAAAAACM/Af_MtvcaRgc/s200/child5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When can I retire&lt;br /&gt;I wonder everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't love my job&lt;br /&gt;But I've been "called" to stay&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My job is not a job to me&lt;br /&gt;Or even a career&lt;br /&gt;But a calling on my life from God&lt;br /&gt;That I hold close and dear&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I've worked among the elderly&lt;br /&gt;Since I was thirty-one&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm pushing sixty&lt;br /&gt;Yet my ministry's not done&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Those who cannot help themselves&lt;br /&gt;I care for everyday&lt;br /&gt;Yet even though the work is hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed in many ways&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;This is what God spoke to my heart one morning:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The prize my heart is focused on shouldn't be to retire but it's when God calls me home and says: "Well done good and faithful servant." Servant being the key word here. A servant always does what their master asks them to do whether they "feel" like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1871531451821312412?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1871531451821312412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1871531451821312412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1871531451821312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1871531451821312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-can-i-retire.html' title='When Can I Retire'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjRlIgcp4I/AAAAAAAAACM/Af_MtvcaRgc/s72-c/child5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-4271906202012502424</id><published>2009-03-16T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:30:02.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Anybody Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjSOxoXwuI/AAAAAAAAACc/RrZAcodDkAw/s1600-h/churchmutedbkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316730511393538786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjSOxoXwuI/AAAAAAAAACc/RrZAcodDkAw/s400/churchmutedbkg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A tired old man&lt;br /&gt;On a bench in the park&lt;br /&gt;Had no place to go&lt;br /&gt;After dark&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;People living their lives&lt;br /&gt;As if nothing was wrong&lt;br /&gt;The birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Still singing their songs&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show him&lt;br /&gt;Some needed respect&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk&lt;br /&gt;Not to judge or inspect&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;All alone and unloved&lt;br /&gt;In the world is he&lt;br /&gt;No one who cares&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;He was once a young man&lt;br /&gt;Full of hopes and ideas&lt;br /&gt;What must have gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;As he lived out his years&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give him&lt;br /&gt;A taste of God's love&lt;br /&gt;To show him some kindness&lt;br /&gt;Let him know he's thought of&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;There are many more like him&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where did they all come from&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear their silent cries&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;People walking right by&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody care&lt;br /&gt;Won't you help in some way&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-4271906202012502424?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4271906202012502424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=4271906202012502424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4271906202012502424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/4271906202012502424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is There Anybody Out There'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2pd5NNw6ys/ScjSOxoXwuI/AAAAAAAAACc/RrZAcodDkAw/s72-c/churchmutedbkg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1967476196764153449</id><published>2009-03-16T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:40:07.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The Good With The Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Along with roses&lt;br /&gt;There must be thorns&lt;br /&gt;Along with happiness&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Springtime and rain&lt;br /&gt;Go hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;Harvest and famine&lt;br /&gt;Across the same land&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Faith to move mountains&lt;br /&gt;The next day doubt&lt;br /&gt;You hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;Then three strikes you're out&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The people you love&lt;br /&gt;Will cause you pain&lt;br /&gt;But when all else fails&lt;br /&gt;Love will remain&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1967476196764153449?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1967476196764153449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1967476196764153449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1967476196764153449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1967476196764153449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-good-with-bad.html' title='Take The Good With The Bad'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6828145862597264689</id><published>2009-03-16T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:40:30.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Forget about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Just long enough to say&lt;br /&gt;A kind word to someone dear to you&lt;br /&gt;It may brighten up their day&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and help a neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;If they need a friend to talk to&lt;br /&gt;You can help by being there&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with those you work with&lt;br /&gt;By your example you may lead&lt;br /&gt;Just one lost soul to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;It just may be what they need&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6828145862597264689?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6828145862597264689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6828145862597264689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6828145862597264689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6828145862597264689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/expressions-of-love.html' title='Expressions of Love'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-6346622483408243473</id><published>2009-03-16T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:41:18.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The gates flew open&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Light&lt;br /&gt;The long road I had traveled&lt;br /&gt;Was not very bright&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;There were times I was walking&lt;br /&gt;As if I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Taking life slowly&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Times I tried crawling&lt;br /&gt;No strength of my own&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to quit&lt;br /&gt;But still I went on&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Times I grew weary&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing my way&lt;br /&gt;Stopping to rest&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to stay&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Times I tried running&lt;br /&gt;Often I'd fall&lt;br /&gt;Getting back up&lt;br /&gt;Was the hardest of all&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The times of my life&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my pace&lt;br /&gt;Taught me to live&lt;br /&gt;A life filled with faith&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-6346622483408243473?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6346622483408243473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=6346622483408243473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6346622483408243473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/6346622483408243473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/times-of-my-life.html' title='The Times of My Life'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-983519604850301990</id><published>2009-03-16T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:42:20.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A door is closing&lt;br /&gt;No turning back&lt;br /&gt;New adventures waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's time to act&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to memories&lt;br /&gt;Some good, some bad&lt;br /&gt;The future is calling you&lt;br /&gt;From the life you once had&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A new life awaits you&lt;br /&gt;Some good, some bad&lt;br /&gt;There is peace in knowing&lt;br /&gt;You are on the right path&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;path&lt;/span&gt; that you follow&lt;br /&gt;God leads the way&lt;br /&gt;He knows what is best&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him and obey&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-983519604850301990?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/983519604850301990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=983519604850301990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/983519604850301990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/983519604850301990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2749560367897665567</id><published>2009-03-16T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:42:57.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Are you tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to change&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;You have so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Your sins are too many&lt;br /&gt;Your guilt, too deep&lt;br /&gt;You don't have the answers&lt;br /&gt;You hang your head and weep&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Your shame can be your answer&lt;br /&gt;God will hear your sincere cry&lt;br /&gt;If you're truly sorry, tell Him&lt;br /&gt;It's for your sins Jesus died&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;He will make your life much better&lt;br /&gt;He will change you by-and-by&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is ask Him&lt;br /&gt;This new life is worth a try&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2749560367897665567?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2749560367897665567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2749560367897665567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2749560367897665567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2749560367897665567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-to-gain.html' title='So Much To Gain'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7910475785809442126</id><published>2009-03-16T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:43:28.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It isn't a life&lt;br /&gt;Some women will say&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to abort it&lt;br /&gt;So easy, the way&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to suffer&lt;br /&gt;You see, as a mother&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to offer&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The baby's not wanted&lt;br /&gt;By me or the father&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to abort it&lt;br /&gt;It's all such a bother&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, don't do it&lt;br /&gt;Please listen, please stop&lt;br /&gt;There are people just longing&lt;br /&gt;For a baby to adopt&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;This baby, so tiny&lt;br /&gt;So precious, so dear&lt;br /&gt;Just needs this one chance&lt;br /&gt;To have parents who care&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Don't make that mistake&lt;br /&gt;This baby is loved&lt;br /&gt;By a couple somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And by God up above&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7910475785809442126?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7910475785809442126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7910475785809442126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7910475785809442126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7910475785809442126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/abortion.html' title='Abortion'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1205440020779397998</id><published>2009-03-15T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:44:05.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicksand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quicksand&lt;br /&gt;A slow but sure death&lt;br /&gt;Sinking deeper&lt;br /&gt;As I take my last breath&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Reaches deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;I've been sinking&lt;br /&gt;For quite a few years&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;As a child&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand in Tarzan movies&lt;br /&gt;Terrified me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt; below&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm being pulled out&lt;br /&gt;Of that old quicksand&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go under&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go down&lt;br /&gt;My lifeline is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1205440020779397998?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1205440020779397998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1205440020779397998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1205440020779397998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1205440020779397998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/quicksand.html' title='Quicksand'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-778355419641027597</id><published>2009-03-15T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:44:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Written In Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's time to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;To the One I love&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell Him all about me&lt;br /&gt;He's the One I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tell of&lt;/span&gt; all my heartaches&lt;br /&gt;Of all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt; and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'll write of all the talks we'll have&lt;br /&gt;And how much they will mean&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'll write of words straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;The words I long to share&lt;br /&gt;Or the love I feel for Him&lt;br /&gt;A love beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a letter&lt;br /&gt;It was written just for me&lt;br /&gt;It was from the One I love&lt;br /&gt;With words so lovingly&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He told of how he searched for me&lt;br /&gt;Through storms and peaceful times&lt;br /&gt;Of how He called me by my name&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; patiently in line&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He told of how He died for me&lt;br /&gt;And loved me from the start&lt;br /&gt;How He gave His life on Calvary&lt;br /&gt;Gave me His very heart&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I needn't write a letter&lt;br /&gt;To the One I'm speaking of&lt;br /&gt;He already know my deepest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I read His letter of love&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-778355419641027597?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/778355419641027597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=778355419641027597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/778355419641027597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/778355419641027597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/written-in-red.html' title='Written In Red'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-7169168040313872944</id><published>2009-03-15T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:45:16.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't "Strive To Arrive"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We never really "arrive" as Christians&lt;br /&gt;Do Christians ever "strive to arrive"&lt;br /&gt;If we did "arrive" wouldn't that mean&lt;br /&gt;We would stop growing&lt;br /&gt;Stop learning, stop searching&lt;br /&gt;Stop seeking God's will&lt;br /&gt;Because if we have "arrived"&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to learn&lt;br /&gt;Would we be as wise as God&lt;br /&gt;Impossible, impossible for us to "arrive"&lt;br /&gt;And "arriving" is not included in God's plan for us&lt;br /&gt;So the pressure is off&lt;br /&gt;Just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love God and believe in faith&lt;br /&gt;Carry out His will and keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;So easy&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-7169168040313872944?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7169168040313872944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=7169168040313872944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7169168040313872944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/7169168040313872944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-strive-to-arrive.html' title='Don&apos;t &quot;Strive To Arrive&quot;'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8998119729743744489</id><published>2009-03-15T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:45:49.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fearful Worried Sinner/The Itsy Bitsy Spider Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fearful worried sinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walked up the Calvary Hill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then came the storms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she took quite a spill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There she found the Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who dried up all her tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the grateful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; Christian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Served God throughout the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8998119729743744489?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8998119729743744489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8998119729743744489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8998119729743744489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8998119729743744489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/fearful-worried-sinnerthe-itsy-bitsy.html' title='The Fearful Worried Sinner/The Itsy Bitsy Spider Rhyme'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8988917870610268614</id><published>2009-03-15T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:46:31.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Triplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The devil has given birth&lt;br /&gt;Trained each one from the start&lt;br /&gt;He is up to his old tricks&lt;br /&gt;To discourage each of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He has an evil plan&lt;br /&gt;His only aim is harm&lt;br /&gt;He trips us when he can&lt;br /&gt;Turns on his evil charm&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;His triplets, always near&lt;br /&gt;They never leave his side&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tells&lt;/span&gt; them what to do&lt;br /&gt;His heart is full of pride&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;His triplets have a name&lt;br /&gt;When he picked them he was careful&lt;br /&gt;When we hear them call our name&lt;br /&gt;With caution, please be prayerful&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;We know them when they come&lt;br /&gt;They visit us quite often&lt;br /&gt;They say they won't stay long&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your hearts be softened&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Their names are so familiar&lt;br /&gt;We entertain them all&lt;br /&gt;Worry, Anxiety, and Fear&lt;br /&gt;Are just waiting for our fall&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8988917870610268614?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8988917870610268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8988917870610268614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8988917870610268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8988917870610268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-triplets.html' title='Evil Triplets'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-8642046882847878350</id><published>2009-03-15T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:47:25.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl For The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I may not dress the same as you&lt;br /&gt;In my jeans and cowgirl boots&lt;br /&gt;But riding the range on my Daddy's land&lt;br /&gt;Is a life that really suits&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;In my flannel shirt and cowgirl hat&lt;br /&gt;I can lasso as good as anyone can&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what the weather is like&lt;br /&gt;I can round up the herd from across the land&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The big open country before me&lt;br /&gt;I scout around for the lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about the cattle or horses now&lt;br /&gt;But the lost sheep bought at great cost&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The lost sheep belong to my Daddy&lt;br /&gt;He searches for them everywhere&lt;br /&gt;If I could bring just one safely back home&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much my Daddy does care&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;No matter how large the flock&lt;br /&gt;If just one has wandered away&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy grieves and is waiting back home&lt;br /&gt;For the one who dared to stray&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be in the saddle&lt;br /&gt;And stumble onto one of Daddy's lost sheep&lt;br /&gt;Reach down and give it a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is within it's reach&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-8642046882847878350?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8642046882847878350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=8642046882847878350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8642046882847878350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/8642046882847878350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/cowgirl-for-lord.html' title='Cowgirl For The Lord'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-1307341144435746472</id><published>2009-03-15T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:47:57.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am, of all the places&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;No familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;Just me and them&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fit in&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel too happy&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; has no song&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, of all the places&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;No friendly faces&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;My name is called&lt;br /&gt;I take a seat&lt;br /&gt;It's through a glass&lt;br /&gt;We have to meet&lt;br /&gt;We cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot hug&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here&lt;br /&gt;No understanding faces&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;It's way too hard&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it&lt;br /&gt;But with God's help&lt;br /&gt;I will get through it&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-1307341144435746472?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1307341144435746472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=1307341144435746472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1307341144435746472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/1307341144435746472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-belong.html' title='I Don&apos;t Belong'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2647822063467415732</id><published>2009-03-15T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:48:46.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of a Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alone at last&lt;br /&gt;I can mourn the past&lt;br /&gt;For a son who has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been&lt;br /&gt;He knows I care for him&lt;br /&gt;My son who has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet here&lt;br /&gt;No one sees my tears&lt;br /&gt;For the son who has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;God sits on His throne&lt;br /&gt;He calls me His own&lt;br /&gt;As I pray for a son gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;My very soul aching&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my son has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;God hears each tear as they fall&lt;br /&gt;In His bottle He collects them all&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of a son gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;He will listen when I call&lt;br /&gt;He hears each tear as they fall&lt;br /&gt;And comforts this mother of a son gone astray&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be a way&lt;br /&gt;I know there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When my son gone astray will come home&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2647822063467415732?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2647822063467415732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2647822063467415732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2647822063467415732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2647822063467415732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/sound-of-tear.html' title='The Sound of a Tear'/><author><name>Linda T. Reich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416245318625581070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuZ3e1pKaVQ/TVaMGJ7dvcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4R7sw0PmJOo/s220/IMG_0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734535768943978390.post-2920531882122792018</id><published>2009-03-15T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:49:38.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How easy it would be to worship You&lt;br /&gt;Where there is not a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;Beside the still water, the quiet, the peaceful&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;How can I learn to worship You where I am now&lt;br /&gt;Among the clamor and the turmoil&lt;br /&gt;My spirit weighing heavy with care&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Worship doesn't need a place of comfort&lt;br /&gt;Worship begins when I forget about myself&lt;br /&gt;And start looking to You against all odds&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Against all feelings&lt;br /&gt;Worship doesn't require feelings&lt;br /&gt;Worship doesn't always "feel" good&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Leave your feelings on the doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Before you enter through worship's door&lt;br /&gt;Obedience says worship&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach me more...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Linda T. Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734535768943978390-2920531882122792018?l=lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2920531882122792018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734535768943978390&amp;postID=2920531882122792018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2920531882122792018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734535768943978390/posts/default/2920531882122792018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindatreichpoetry-whispersofhope.blogspot.com/2009/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Linda T. 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