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Friday, November 4, 2011

THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH

I was there when he was born C-section delivery, I was the first to see him and the first to hold him, he was a beautiful ten pound boy his mother was so happy he was finally there, she had a rough time what with a frank breach and trying to pass a kidney stone at the same time she was exhausted, but her voice sang when she saw him she reached for him we rested him on her chest so that she could touch him, but there was to much going on and she needed to be closed up.  I held the honor  of showing him to our waiting little family we all touched and greeted him.  He came into a loving family, we all stood by him as he grew, we all loved him because to us he was very special he was our  Jamers.We all thanked God for his good health and strong cry--Later I held him up to the Lord and dedicated him to the world praying that he would be of strong spirit and grow to be a man of integrity.  That was twenty-nine years ago and today was his birthday he is a strong young man looking to the future ready to begin a new life and I am proud of him.  Happy Birthday James

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston