Author: | Ruth E. Truman | ISBN: | 9781467831512 |
Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | March 18, 2008 |
Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
Author: | Ruth E. Truman |
ISBN: | 9781467831512 |
Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
Publication: | March 18, 2008 |
Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
Language: | English |
From the joy of being alive through the days of falling in love, raising a family, finding faithquestioning and living itchanging, maturing, and finally facing lifes closure, this book of poetry presents it all. Then, in case that isnt enough, a bevy of songs are added to express life yet another way. There is joy: The laughter started way down low, Maybe in my great big toe Contemplation: A wing-ed bird chirps out the first dawn call And soon pink sky is flooded with the sound. . . Love: Spray bounced off the strictest cliffs, Coating briefly lovers lips Lifes changes: The emptiness the quiet space The laughter gone Some other place Faith: I am no longer my own, but Thine. Put me to what Thou wilt. Rank me with whom Thou wilt. And facing lifes closure: Fine old house, We have outlived them all And you shall remain When I am gone. Then you will fill again. You will never be alone. Then, after the poetry, comes music of faith and life that ends on this spirited note: Kick up your heels, baby! Life is to be lived! Itll take all you can give, So kick, kick, kick! Kick up your heels, baby!
From the joy of being alive through the days of falling in love, raising a family, finding faithquestioning and living itchanging, maturing, and finally facing lifes closure, this book of poetry presents it all. Then, in case that isnt enough, a bevy of songs are added to express life yet another way. There is joy: The laughter started way down low, Maybe in my great big toe Contemplation: A wing-ed bird chirps out the first dawn call And soon pink sky is flooded with the sound. . . Love: Spray bounced off the strictest cliffs, Coating briefly lovers lips Lifes changes: The emptiness the quiet space The laughter gone Some other place Faith: I am no longer my own, but Thine. Put me to what Thou wilt. Rank me with whom Thou wilt. And facing lifes closure: Fine old house, We have outlived them all And you shall remain When I am gone. Then you will fill again. You will never be alone. Then, after the poetry, comes music of faith and life that ends on this spirited note: Kick up your heels, baby! Life is to be lived! Itll take all you can give, So kick, kick, kick! Kick up your heels, baby!