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    My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1
    My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1
    My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1
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    My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1

    By Mary Esther Wacaster

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    "My Own Book of Poetry" is a collection of poems written over six decades of my experiences in life. This little book contains the first set of these poems, with more to come later. I began writing poems when I was 17 or 18. Many of my poems were inspired by my own experiences, but many were also inspired by what I saw and heard from others and from studies from the Bible. I didn’t consider them seriously until I was about 30 and then decided to compile them and keep them as a collection for myself. As I wrote and collected, I began to see attitudes changing from selfishness more to selflessness, and growth as a Christian. Many of my later poems have double meaning; thoughts from a physical standpoint, and thoughts from a spiritual standpoint. I sincerely hope that as the reader goes through this small collection of my poems, that he can draw comfort both physically and spiritually, as I did.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMary Esther Wacaster
    Release dateOct 4, 2013
    ISBN9781301020805
    My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1
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    Mary Esther Wacaster

    I am a mother of 4 sons; 10 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. I began writing poems when I was 17 or 18. Many of my poems were inspired by my own experiences, but many were also inspired by what I saw and heard from others and from studies from the Bible.. Many of my later poems have double meaning; thoughts from a physical standpoint, and thoughts from a spiritual standpoint. I sincerely hope that as the reader goes through this small collection of my poems, that he can draw comfort both physically and spiritually, as I did.

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      My Own Book of Poetry, Volume 1 - Mary Esther Wacaster

      In the spring’s pleasant weather

      Life seems young and free

      As we trip along beside the sea,

      Laughing and singing joyfully;

      Through the fields of Heather.

      And where the flowers grow

      Fragrant in the summer's glow,

      Hand in hand we go.

      Slowly onward each step we take,

      When seasons turn to Fall

      We hear the geese's high call

      As they flee from winter's pall.

      Lying still in winter's wake

      Memory wakens dreams within

      While the cocoon of life we spin,

      Waiting for new spring again.

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      The Grace Of The Cross

      Write on a stone, cold and grey,

      When comes the time of the grave,

      The hope that can therein lay,

      Of the joy for all He gave;

      He makes still an anxious heart.

      So heavy does our sorrow

      As a cloud hang o’er us now,

      As one by one we falter

      From the burden on our brow;

      He comforts and stills a dying heart.

      To give the heart of a Son

      That on an alter lay,

      Where peace is to be won,

      And there His Glory stay;

      He uplifts and stills a broken heart.

      The Bread of Life is raised,

      His atoning blood is spilled.

      This cup of shame He suffered

      To atone as God has willed;

      He heals and stills a bleeding heart.

      What is this Cross to me?

      His love by blood outpoured.

      Beneath its shadow there to be

      From sin and shame restored;

      He subdues and stills as hopeless heart.

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      Lo! The Rose Fashioned By God's Hand

      Grow a rose and watch it bloom.

      Let its beauty fill your room.

      Pick its petals when it dies,

      And place in a basket ‘til it dries.

      Spray with perfume and let it stand,

      After mixing well with your hand.

      Place in a closed container and then

      Mix it up now and again.

      At least ten days, or more; what a smell!

      Costs much less and lasts as well.

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      The Heart That Is Forever

      What is Love?

      The blooming of the rose

      In the heart that knows

      How to give the most tender care

      And with greatest understanding there

      Makes every petal glow

      And every leaf show

      That every breath with soft caress

      Opens the rose with gentleness.

      What is God's love?

      The blooming of the heart

      Like the rose of God's art,

      Given beneath the Master's care

      The understanding that we share,

      Can make every life glow;

      His breath of love is a soft caress

      That opens the heart with gentleness.

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      A Brother Remembered

      Why do you weep over that low grave?

      Why? For our country's honor he died!

      But other countries do not honor us;

      Your tears are for the dead in vain.

      Honor we sought they never gave.

      We only carry our flag by our side

      That through the years it gains impetus

      To wipe our tears for all our dead again.

      To arms! To arms! Our honor save!

      Yet fighting feet now make their stride!

      With fists clenched and mouths that cuss

      Over ground where the dead has lain.

      This is freedom! You cannot enslave!

      Give us honor! Give us

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