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Perhaps There Is A Reason

At times when there’s negativity all around you and you’re feeling like you’re world is crumbling I try my best to put a reason why…This poem is for my Beautiful Granddaughter Danikka-Rae…Perhaps There Is A Reason

Perhaps There Is A Reason 

 

Perhaps there is a reason why you’re no longer here

I cannot help but question as reasons bring me fears

A little dot upon the Earth not getting chance to grow

Perhaps there is a reason? But we will never know!

 

Perhaps there is a reason why life can be so cruel

I wish I had the answers but we can’t make the rules!

I’ll send my tears to God above so he can feel my pain

Perhaps there is a reason why you could not remain!

 

Perhaps there is a reason the hurt we all go through

The Dear Lord gave us time to know an Angel just like you

You lit my world and made it bright by coming here to stay

Perhaps there IS A REASON! And it’s one last breath away!

 

© by LynnKaren

 

For Our Beautiful Granddaughter Danikka-Rae

Born 23/04/2013

Slept 03/06/2013

 

R.I.P Beautiful Angel

Your time was brief but you’ve left your handprint in our hearts

Grandma’s Lullaby

Hello again…It’s been a while since I last came on but I could do with some company right now…My beautiful Granddaughter passed away Monday morning and I feel at my wits end…As each of you know I put my feelings the best way I know into poetry so I wrote this poem from my heart and wish to dedicate it to Danikka-Rae, hence…“Grandma’s Lullaby” R.I.P little Angel

 Grandma’s Lullaby  

In dreams I hold you every night

Whilst Angels go to sleep

To sing you Grandma’s lullaby

And caress your tiny feet

I’d put your head upon my heart

And hope that I could stay

Cos Grandma cannot find her smile

Since The Lord took you away!

 

In dreams I’d watch you take first step

So you don’t have to fall

And hear you call my name aloud

Whilst you are really small

My heart will fill with pride and do

Somersaults and splits

That’s why Grandma cant wait to sleep

So her heart no longer rips!

 

In dreams I’d watch you while you grow

And wouldn’t want to leave

As Grandma needs to be right near

So she no longer grieves

At night time when she is all alone

Her mind begins to stray

So she dreams of you right back again

So she can give you love each day!

© By LynnKaren

R.I.P. Grandma’s Angel

Until It’s Time To Wake

Born 23/04/2013

Slept 03/06/2013

 

She Sits Out Of Reach

Hello dear friends…Sorry it’s been a while since I was last on here but I’d like to thank you all for the kind feedback I received from my previous poem…Death or upsets can hit us all in so many different ways and sometimes we can lose our way or even faith in life…I hope with all my heart that any burdens you’re faced with in life will be just small ones and your blessings be ample…I’ve written another poem named… ‘She Sits Out Of Reach’… I hope you enjoy…Much love always…xxx Lynn xxx

She Sits Out Of Reach

 

 

No longer the person that she wants to be

She enters the dark door in hope no-one sees

No song in her heart just a numbness within

So she climbs out of reach to a life ‘very grim’

 

No will to go on as she’s frightened and lost

She’s given up hope and the pain pays a cost

So she sits on a shelf way high out of reach

Like an unwanted toy without trust or belief!

 

Too scared to unburden how she really feels

So she chooses to go to a world that’s unreal

Encasing the beast which is fed by her fears

In hope that the problem will soon disappear!

 

The pain’s so intense she no longer can breathe

Emotions so wrought in this life she did weave!

So she closes the door on the darkness for good

Taking chance on a life that is capable of LOVE!

 

Psalms 31:7 
I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul. 


A Place Named “Waters In The Sky”

Hi each, it’s been a while since I was on here last…I’ve missed doing my poetry so very much and I’m in need of sharing my latest one…My mum passed away three days ago and I find the need to share a piece of her with you all…She used to be a swimming teacher and learnt so many over the years of her life, these years in my opinion was where she shined mostly…Hence “A Place Name “Waters In The Sky” I hope you enjoy…Much love and blessings always…xxx Lynn xxx

A Place Named “Waters In The Sky”

 

 

Whenever I am feeling glum

I’ll think of me beside you Mum

Up in the Heavens oh so high

A place named “Waters In The Sky”

 

A swimming pool where Angels go

To have some fun to make them grow

A teacher made from pure delight

With hair so red and glowing bright!

 

The water’s made from Angels tears

Of happiness and no more fears

Up there they swim whilst you do sing

Fluttering their whitest wings!

 

So whenever I am feeling glum

I’ll swim with love beside you Mum

Until it’s time to soar up high

To a place named “Waters In The Sky”

 

 

By. Lynn Karen

 

R.I.P Mum, Until we meet again

Me And Mum

Mum’s favourite Psalm 

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not be in want [2]He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters [3]He restores my soul. he guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. [4]Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me ; your rod and staff they comfort me [5]You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows [6]Surely goodnes and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Amen

The Trumpeter

At this particular time of year I think of all I’m thankful for, my friends, my family and my love of life…As you know Remembrance Day is around the corner so I thought it would be nice to write another poem for this day…It’s a story of a young Trumpeter and I hope you like my offering, hence…The Trumpeter…May you all have a beautiful Friday, much love always… xxx Lynn xxx

The Trumpeter


On the eleventh day of the eleventh hour and the eleventh month 1918,

The guns of the western front fell silent after more than four years.

Whilst out one cold November day

I watched a lad in fields at play

Where grass no longer there did grow

I’d say his years, seventeen or so!

With trumpet pressed against his lips

Then lightest touch of fingertips

A tune which ripped into my soul

The sound of church bells then did toll!

Eleven times they gently wept

Then silence of two minutes crept

No sound was heard from miles away

Of this we named Armistice Day!

With that the lad just smiled then went

Into a mist from not known whence

But on the ground from where he stood

Were poppies red like ruby blood!

Amongst the poppies was a grave

Made of wood with quite an age

A Trumpeter of age unknown

Lost his way but now goes HOME!

Copyright By LynnKaren
 


1 Thessalonians 4:16
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:


The greatest Injustice

 

 

The Greatest Injustice

 

 

 

Twas a day just like any, or so it did seem

But far on a pasture, a Doe she did scream

Her firstborn arriving with a skip and a hop

The cutest young Rabbit of time long forgot!

 

Many miles over waters on that very day

The greatest injustice on a hill far away

A murder so callous was witnessed by late

Our Lord and saviour died from man’s hate!

 

Way back over waters the Doe gently wept

Her newborn dear buck, in bound’s as he leapt

He looks to the sky and exclaims “Mama see!

That man in white garments is waving at me.”

 

Way high in the Heavens a Father awaits!

The return of his man child at Heavenly Gate

“Come hither my child, it’s a time of great joy

Angels are weeping for the return of my boy!”

 

 

By.LynnKaren
 
 
 
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit. (Luke 23:46)
 
Luke 23:34 (King James Version)
 34Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots
 
 
 
 
 

The Land Of Goodbye

The Land Of Goodbye

 

 

 

Willing my troubles to drift way up high

Passing the heavens to The Land Of Goodbye

Asking The Keeper for help with my woes

Time for a calmness, and now I let GO!

 

They reach the door of the Man In The Skies

All in a tether they erupt and then die

Our Father has powers which we cannot see

But faith in his healing will make them go free!

 

Feeling at peace now I drift off to sleep

Thanking my Father for the love and I weep

My shoulders now lighter so happy I feel

Energy endless and a life that’s SURREAL!

 

 

By.LynnKaren

 

I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed,
you can say to this mountain, “Move from here to there”
and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.
Matthew 17:20