This is the first of the poetry written by my husband's maternal grandmother. She was a dear, sweet Christian lady, and was loved by many. Her poetry is found in cards she gave us, and on ceramic plates she made. They are priceless gifts..and I'd like to share them with you. Enjoy!
When women pray all hell breaks loose,
The Devil moves right in,
He shows you all his gaudy wares,
Bright bangles mad of tin.
He shows you how to paint your face
To look more glamorous.
He claims he'll teach you all the tricks
Of being amorous.
He slips around like a sly old fox
And spreads his endless story
Of wild and colorful sexy parties
And filled with amatory.
When women pray he feels the chill
He's certainly not welcome - be gory.
So with their prayer boots they kick him out
Right back to purgatory.
When women pray he finds no welcome.
He knows the way they shout
He'd better gather all his gang
And pronto get the hell out!
Ramel Tessora Bell
Have been thinking of you all
the day,
I saw a bird of blue.
Something about her loveliness
Reminded me of you.
Perhaps it was the gracefulness
With which she moved along.
Perhaps it was the lovely voice
She lifted high in song.
Perhaps it was because we know
The bluebird brings us love.
Just a bit of heaven's blue
From the sky above.
Ramel Tessora Bell
Here's one from her collection:
Keep us, Oh God, from pettiness,
Let us be large in thought, in word, in deed.
Let us be done with fault-finding, and,
leave off self-seeking.
May we put away all pretense, and meet each
other face to face - without self-pity,
and without prejudice
May we never be hasty in judgement and
always generous.
Let us take the time for all things:
Make us grow calm, serene, gentle.
Teach us to put into action our better
impulses, straightforward and unafraid.
Grant that we may realize it is the little
things that create differences, that in
the
big things of life we are at one.
And may we strive to touch and to know the
great, common human heart of us all, and
Oh Lord God, let us forget not to be kind!
Mary Stewart