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I am sharing this poem in honor of Father's Day coming up but the wisdom of it is appropriate for anytime of the year. It also seems to be from a father to a son but I also believe the advice is good for us daughters too. I found it at www.Poetryfoundation.org. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think of it in comments. ) 

 

 If- 

By Rudyard Kipling 1865-1936 

 

If you can keep your head when all about you    

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,  

    But make allowance for their doubting too;    

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,  

    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,  

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,  

    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:  

 
 

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;    

    If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;    

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster  

    And treat those two impostors just the same;    

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken  

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,  

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,  

    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:  

 
 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings  

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,  

And lose, and start again at your beginnings  

    And never breathe a word about your loss;  

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew  

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,    

And so hold on when there is nothing in you  

    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'  

 
 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,    

    Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,  

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,  

    If all men count with you, but none too much;  

If you can fill the unforgiving minute  

    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,    

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,    

    And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son! 

 

Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)  

 

 

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Poetry


 

By Ann Gant

 

A few select ones this word could describe

But I am very confident when I use this definition with mine.

I do not choose them but they are chosen for me.

Never limiting ourselves to friendship, 

But moving quickly on to family. 

 

As a child I was an only.

But God has never allowed me to be lonely.

I hold you all as priceless treasures

And would give to you without thought or measure.

 

True friends can call day or night

And I'll try to recognize when things aren't right

Listen when you need an ear 

If you are stressing without a doubt I'm there.

Not fair weather, but constant and till the end,

In my heart is where I will keep you, Friend.

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Poetry

 

  

You are who you are for a reason. 

You're part of an intricate plan. 

You're a precious and perfect unique design, 

Called God's special woman or man. 

 

You look like you look for a reason. 

Our God made no mistake. 

He knit you together within the womb, 

You're just what he wanted to make. 

 

The parents you had were the ones he chose, 

And no matter how you may feel, 

They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind, 

And they bear the Master's seal. 

 

No, that trauma you faced was not easy. 

And God wept that it hurt you so; 

But it was allowed to shape your heart. 

So that into his likeness you'd grow. 

 

You are who you are for a reason, 

You've been formed by the Master's rod. 

You are who you are, beloved, 

Because there is a God! 

  

(By Russell Kelfer, Adapted from The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren)

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Ann Gant • Poetry

A poem to my first love.

 

By Ann Gant 

 

I love you Lord, and I thank you for the day that I realized that I am nothing without you and everything with you. 

Like David, you are also my strength 

You keep me in awe of you.  

With all that you do 

Some call it miracles from above. 

But you say it's just the way of your unfailing love. 

 

I love you Lord, and I can barely explain without tears.  

Looking back on all the years and all the fears,

You were there for me and I cannot let this kind of love be in vain.  

Father, Counselor, Teacher are all in when I call your name. 

I know that others know you as the same and more.  

 

I love you Lord, that you would consider me as the apple of your eye. 

Most days I'm not sure why. 

Like Job your words are like fire shut up in my bones. 

And it's become the most important thing to me. 

To tell others that you can set them free. 

 

I love  you Lord, and to my end I pray that I am remembered, 

Not just by my words but for sharing yours.  

Let me be known for the love that I have for you, 

and the greater love that you have for me too.  

I've made mistakes 

I don't always have what it takes. 

But through it all every day, 

and in every way Lord, I love you. 

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Poetry

Writer's Block-A Poem
And has been for a while
Still the words elude me
So I write about not being able to write
Or so I thought

 

By Ann Gant

 

The pen is inked

But the page is blank like my mind

The hour is late

And has been for a while

Still the words elude me

So I write about not being able to write

Or so I thought

 

The question surfaces

Am I even a writer?

Can anybody hear me?

Can I reach you where you are?

Surely, other writers do not experience this;

Real writers    

I bet they just write and their words

Become perfection

That's how they know

That they have the gift

or maybe not

 

Writing is a gift from God

But should a gift be so hard

Should there be sweat from brow

And doubts and fears

Should there be uninspired days

And unmotivated days

A more seasoned writer says, "Yes"

 

So writers, write about not being able to write

Write about how it feels and what it does to you

Write free and you will look back and see

That you have been writing all the time

 

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