Sylvia Garey
poet in Maine
19 Years And Counting
Becoming a woman
independent and free
is polishing up
the rough edges of thee.
And as you accomplish
these things from afar
let me be aware of
the treasure you are.
SURVIVAL: Making the best of it
You did survive boot camp!
And what can I say?
I never thought that I
Would see you this way.
Twenty pound lighter,
The fat is all gone,
But the muscle is hidden
I thought you'd be brawn.
In three distinct factors,
You shown like a star.
Your height was the tallest,
Smile -- brightest by far.
The drill instructor told me
You've come a long way!
In the thirteen long weeks
Since arriving that day.
On the crucible outing --
Your courage was rare.
Helping wounded to make it,
Showing them that you care.
Oh, you look very tired.
Much sleep has been lost.
To get all the jobs done,
Being part of the cost.
Yes, that challenge is over,
But Honey, beware --
There will be more to greet you
On that hill over there.
MY FRIEND
Whenever discouraged, disheartened, depressed,
I know where my strength and security rest.
This crisis will pass and I will be fine
Cause Jesus will help me. It works every time.
When all of the hurt builds up like a bomb,
Those words that would drown me and steal my calm,
Alone on my knees, a time out I must take
for all of my happiness now is at stake.
I will not point fingers, and cast all the blame,
Oh Lord take this burden, I want to be sane!
The healing I need does not come by sight,
But faith in your power to turn dark into light.
No matter the circumstances you're walking in,
You have a big brother that's closer than kin.
Your tears he will dry, your hand he will hold,
And after the fire, you'll feel the gold.
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