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| Through the Portals |
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| The Conception, Birth and Growth |
| Whenever I was asked to speak to a group of people, the three questions asked repeatedly were; Where did you get the idea for Portals? Why did you create Portals? and How did you accomplish it? After telling the same story over and over again, I decided to put it into a book. Not all of those to whom I speak are adult, so I wrote it very simply. It can be understood by a school child; and it can bring tears to the eyes of an adult. It is the story of my Mother's death from Alzheimer's Disease, and the effect it had on my life. It is the story of coincidence and encounters, both of which directed my path. Following are poems that are included in tis book. |
| Portals |
| I waited at the Portal, full of doubt inside. Dare I cross the threshold? The door stood open wide. I counted all the reasons I should hesitate, I would soon be sixty, it was much too late. Did I have the courage, or the energy to confront the challenge that lay ahead of me? How could I imagine that I had the skill to begin a journey that was all uphill? I really must consider, also count the cost, would failure be my only gain, and my pride be lost? Then I felt a whisper breathed into my ear, "With Me you can do it, have no doubt or fear." So, I took a tiny little step, tried to get a look, all I saw were shadows, faith was what it took. Then I took another step, and found to my delight a group, so supportive, turning darkness into light. I stepped through that PORTAL, I really had no choice once I heard the whisper of that inner voice. Yes, I crossed that PORTAL, just one year ago and, you crossed it with me, so, ON WITH THE SHOW! Together we are climbing up that hill to fame, together we face Glory, together we face shame. Together we are strengthened, as we meet and share our soul, our hopes, our vision with those that we know care. I'm so glad I crossed that PORTAL, because the world I found inhabited by poets, with pleasure does abound. When a door opens wide before you, do not be afraid because the One who opened it, has your pathway laid. He will not desert you, or leave you all alone but YOU must cross that PORTAL with footsteps of your own! |
| At Last |
| She lay in the bed uninhabited, motionless except for the compulsive movement of the hands as she unconsciously caressed the stuffed cat, then viciously attacked the lone brown spot staining the virginal white, as though some unsightly weed had insinuated itself into the pristine garden of fur. At Last! The hands rested! She lay in a pine box, the left hand inert, reposed on the stuffed cat. In her right hand, a postcard from her niece, postmarked February 9, 1989. The day she, at last, found peace. |
| Family Reunion |
| When Rosie was a little girl and went outside to play, "Wait for me, I'm coming too!" She'd hear sister Ethel say. When Rose was seventeen and dancing was the fad, thirteen year old Ethel said, "Me too, or I'll tell Dad!" Yes, little sister Ethel never passed up the chance to follow Rosie's footsteps sneaking out with friends, to dance. Rose took lots of chances, but on Ethel kept an eye. It was known by all, that Ethel, on Rosie could rely. Rosie went to Heaven in nineteen-eighty-nine and it really bothered Ethel that she was left behind. To think that sister Rosie had seen Jesus on His throne, and walked and talked with angels, leaving Ethel here alone. Now, both girls have joined their parents, brother Jim and sister Grace, and I know that this reunion has made Heaven a happier place. |
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