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May 28, 2009 6:30 PM

Posted By Debra Shiveley Welch

What is this that I am feeling?
I am as Tisayac[1]
When she first looked upon Love.

Gazing shyly, she beheld him,
Awe filled her trembling heart,
And she fled from him in fear.

Tutokanula[2] – his heart bereft,
Cried out to his half side.
As she ran from his embrace.

I must find the courage, My Heart,
Open my arms to you,
And joined, we will ride the clouds.

©Debra Shiveley Welch 2009
Stands With Eagle Wings
Inspired by a Miowak Legend[3]

Excerpt from Cedar Woman by Debra Shiveley Welch, Saga Books

[1]The guardian of Yosemite
[2]The strong leader of the people who lived in the valley
[3]http://www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/ca7.HTML

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Categories: love, Native American, lengend, folk lore, Tisayac, Tutokanula

Ecstasy

May 22, 2009 11:14 PM

Posted By Debra Shiveley Welch

My home fills with music,

As 16-year-old hands

Touch keyboard and create

Liquid joy.

Slender teenage fingers,

Stroke taut acoustic strings.

Soaring notes blend and unite –

Harmony

Symbiotic symphony.

Hearts soaring to the sky.

Bliss unleashed and attained.

Ecstasy.

©Debra Shiveley Welch 2009

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Categories: family, parenting, music, joy, guitar, rock

It's a Purple Day Today

May 13, 2009 10:58 AM

Posted By Debra Shiveley Welch

It is a purple day today

And jeweled hummingbird wings

Beat the scented air

With iridescent beauty.

I cry out in admiration!

My heart sings,

And lovingly soars

To the great dome of Heaven

My trembling spirit bows in awe

Before the Ultimate Being

Who created this beauty

And the magic of wonder.

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Categories: lake, birds, nature, humming birds, wonder

Today You are Seventeen

May 1, 2009 12:46 PM

Posted By Debra Shiveley Welch

Seventeen years have passed since you, my sweet boy, were born. The time has flown by much too fast and I sometimes wish I could relive this time with you, the happiest 17 years of my life.

You have brought me great joy, my darling boy. You have helped me through family crisis, deaths, broken friendships and unrealized dreams.

At first, you were not aware that you were consoling me. You would simply climb into my lap, wrap your little arms around my neck and nestle there. You could not feel my blood pressure lower, my heart lift and my tears disappear. You were simply there to be with Mama. But as the years have passed, and you have grown, you have sought me out with the intent to give ease when things have gone awry, or I am disappointed, hurt or sick.

Your method of comforting is different now: you will put your arm around me, give me a hug, and proceed to tell me how wonderful I am, how I can do it, how I can get through whatever it is that is happening because I am so strong. Your words are wise and soothing, and you sometimes make me think that you are 37 instead of 17. You amaze me!

Your dedication to your music is inspirational. You are excelling in guitar and making quick progress on the piano. I love listening to you play, especially when I am writing. It relaxes me, makes me happy, makes me so proud of my beautiful son.

Your teachers and peers respect and like you. You are known for your courteous attitude, gentleness and cheerful personality. People like to be around you and be a part of your life. I cannot blame them. I feel the same way.

You are kind to your friends, welcoming them when you would rather be alone. You are always there to reach out when one of them is in pain, offering your sage advice, any help you can provide and your friendship. I am sure that all of them realize, as I do, just how priceless your friendship is.

Today you are 17 my love. Today we celebrate the luckiest day in my life: your birthday.

I love you,

Mama

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Categories: son, family, parenting, birthday, seventeen, teenager, teens, mother

The Resurrection

April 8, 2009 1:32 PM

Posted By Debra Shiveley Welch

The sun has not yet risen,
The night is very still.
A woman kneels silently praying
Beside a hewn out hill.

Soldiers stand in anxious attendance
Around the silent grave,
Guarding the body of the man
Who sleeps within the cave.

The soldiers are all frightened,
As the night slowly drifts away,
And the rose of dawn now heralds
The coming of the third day.

The memory of the words:
“Be it done according to Thy will”
Echoes along the hillsides
As the scriptures are fulfilled.

All is quiet.

The heavens part in fury,
And thunder fills the sky!
The soldiers fall upon the ground,
Covering their frightened eyes.

Only the woman sees the angel
With flaming hair and sword,
Streak the sky and part the stone
That seals the tomb of the Lord.

He comes forth in shining glory;
His face as bright as day,
Conquering death and sin –
His gown is of Heaven’s rays.

The woman utters a startled cry
And falls upon her knees.
Her face is full of radiance
As she gazes with ecstasy,

Upon the Conqueror of Death,
This Jesus, King and Lord!
The Son of man and of God.
The Savior of the world!

All is quiet.

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Categories: Jesus, Easter, resurrection, resurrection poetry

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