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A Whisper


A whisper of love in my ear

Touches my heart

Burns in my soul

Enlightening my mind

Brightening my eyes

I see

I touch

I feel

I hear

A whisper

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*Of love.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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This past week has been very trying for me, physically. I have been dealing with a few ailments the last few years that at times, make me feel like I am in a boxing ring and getting pounded from every turn. The care provided by the physicians has increased along with the severity of the symptoms I must deal with on a daily basis. Nothing is life-threatening, mind you, but my life has definitely been altered. Altered to tailor the fit of what my day entails. I have been unable to go school shopping with my children; unable to go to dinner with my Dad when he was in town; unable to attend a dear friend’s birthday party; etc. etc.

Some days are better than others and I enjoy them whole-heartedly. Then all too quickly comes a scolding from my doctor’s immediately thereafter. He-he! “You must pace yourself!” One day when I was crashed on the recliner from complete physical exhaustion, my husband looked at me as I was confessing to my children, “Well, I don’t think I was pacing myself…” Confession always seems to lessen the guilt that accompanies me as I find my body relishing in     rest. With the kindest eyes and most cutting and forthright honesty, my husband leaned forward and replied, “Honey, you have absolutely no idea of how to pace yourself.” That cold hard fact, that harsh reality of overachieving, of managing a busy and full home, of working and volunteering, of loving life and enjoying all of the beauty in my world, put me in my place that afternoon, and this week.

It is during these times, that I so often find my thoughts, and my heart, drawing close to the heart of my God. Each one of us experiences what we need to take us to that place of love and joy, grace and mercy, forgiveness and compassion. I wrote the following poem after being inspired while reading Psalm 25. My absolute favorite books in the Bible are the Psalms and Proverbs. I love those promises that are penned on those delicate, gold-edged pages. They are so beautiful and so inspirational to me. I am including the psalm as well, for your reading pleasure.

To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul.

In you, alone, I trust, Oh my God.

Show me your ways, Lord.

Guide me in your truth.

Remember your great mercy and love.

Please turn to me and be gracious.

Guard my life, rescue me,

For you are good, O Lord.

My eyes are ever on you, O Lord.

You guide the humble in what is right.

You are always loving.

You are always faithful.

For you are God, my Saviour.

Remember me, O Lord.

My hope is in you all day.

Remember me, O Lord.

Remember me, O Lord.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

Psalm 25
1Unto Thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul;
2O my God, I trust in Thee. Let me not be ashamed; let not mine enemies triumph over me.
3Yea, let none that wait on Thee be ashamed; let them be ashamed that transgress without cause.
4Show me Thy ways, O LORD; teach me Thy paths.
5Lead me in Thy truth and teach me, for Thou art the God of my salvation; on Thee do I wait all the day.
6Remember, O LORD, Thy tender mercies and Thy lovingkindnesses; for they have been ever of old.
7Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions; according to Thy mercy remember Thou me, for Thy goodness’ sake, O LORD.
8Good and upright is the LORD; therefore will He teach sinners in the way.
9The meek will He guide in judgment, and the meek will He teach His way.
10All the paths of the LORD are mercy and truth, unto them that keep His covenant and His testimonies.
11For Thy name’s sake, O LORD, pardon mine iniquity, for it is great.
12What man is he that feareth the LORD? Him shall He teach in the way that He shall choose.
13His soul shall dwell at ease, and his seed shall inherit the earth.
14The secret of the LORD is with them that fear Him, and He will show them His covenant.
15Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD, for He shall pluck my feet out of the net.
16Turn Thee unto me and have mercy upon me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
17The troubles of my heart are enlarged; O bring Thou me out of my distresses.
18Look upon mine affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.
19Consider mine enemies, for they are many; they hate me with cruel hatred.
20O keep my soul and deliver me; let me not be ashamed, for I put my trust in Thee.
21Let integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait on Thee.
22Redeem Israel, O God, out of all his troubles!

21st Century King James Version (KJ21)
Copyright © 1994 by Deuel Enterprises, Inc.

http://bible.org/search/node/Psalm%2025

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The Beautiful


All people from

Many places~ always there,

Everywhere.

Reaching out and caring from with

In~ for the wounded and lonely.

Compassion, Integrity, and Love~

Always.

I wrote this poem after the tragedy of September 11, 2001. Like many, the grief our nation experienced grasped my heart. Thousands of people were willing to offer their life, to aid in the safety and well-being of others. Humanity knew no boundaries, no prejudices. Americans joined hearts and hands and become one with whoever was beside you. Candles were lit, flags were flown, tears were shed, lives were lost, and many, many people from every creed, color, and nation were saved from the hands of terrorism.

Nearly two weeks ago, we as a nation witnessed tragedy occur in a neighboring country, Haiti. Port-au-Prince was ravaged by one of natures’ harshest elements, earthquakes. Immediately, America joined forces with the rest of the world, offering assistance, aid, food, water, medicine, and shelter. America has exceeded her giving, care, and support in so many countless ways.

Even though I see the beauty of the kindness we are extending toward Haiti, there are those that don’t agree that we should be “saving the world.” I, personally, would rather help someone and extend a hand, than to turn my back on the injured, hungry, and homeless. I heard a saying somewhere this past week, and I hope that I have remembered it correctly; “There is really no difference between the optimist and the pessimist. The glass is half full or half empty. But the optimist will get something done.”

America, I love you. I pledge my allegiance to you. I am so proud of what you represent to the world. America, you are beautiful.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Turning


~When love is left alone to fade away, the wounded is heart is then kissed by sorrow and pain.

There is an old saying, “From out of pain, beauty.”

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You have turned your back on me.

You have locked me out of your heart.

You have shunned the love

I so desperately longed to give you.

Now,

You say you regret what you have done.

You can’t bear the thought of losing me.

You have pushed me away long enough,

And hard enough.

I adored you.

I wanted to make you happy.

You were my best friend.

I loved you.

At this very moment,

All I can do is trust you as a  friend.

I desire, I hope, for nothing more.

I pray that God forbids anything less.

And, I pray that you find that one

Whom you are free to love.

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Just as the cherry tree in springtime

Breaks forth lavishly blossomed,

So we enjoyed the abundance of our hearts

Longing to love each other.

Stepping into the heat and glorious sunshine of summer

The cherry tree brings forth its’ fruit.

We also realized at this time in our lives

That the fruit of our relationship desired an eternity together.

We found ourselves enjoying magically sweet moments.

Before long, autumns’ chilly breath blew,

Steadily and unrelentlessly.

The sun hid and there was no warmth discovered.

The cherry tree lost her leaves abruptly.

Those lonely branches swayed and cried with ache

During that long lonely season.

I discovered the cherry tree was weeping

Much like my heart.

You were content to stay there, alone.

A blustery cold autumn turned to face

Winters’ icy, lingering, and harsh death.

The earth is cold and hard,

Unable to be penetrated.

So here we are, in the turmoil of hardship.

You are looking east,

Hoping for a beautiful sunrise.

I am looking west,

Having saw the last glimmering light

Of my love for you fade beneath the horizon.

I am alone in the winter,

Praying for spring to wrap her cloak around me.

To be nurtured by the song of the birds,

The sweet passions of the flowers,

And the warmth of a new day.

~The wind is cold today; don’t allow it to find a resting place in your heart.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Come, Sing With Me


You put a song in my heart

A smile on my lips

The sparkle in my eye belongs to you

The sun shines on me

The sun shines on you

The sky is blue from me to you

The birds sing sweet and flowers greet

Freshness all about the day

Come to me, hold me tight

I’ll love with you throughout the night

When the sun goes down

Darkness surrounds

Quiet fills the air we breathe

I’ll whisper to you

All the love you’re due

Come, sing with me

Time has been long

But we still sing our song

Please come, sing with me.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Nature…


constantly draws me close to the heart of God.

I arose this morning to a brand new day

The sun warmed the sky

A dove cooed her love

The dew like diamonds sparkled and shone

And I stand here in your presence

With joy in my heart

Knowing that I am your very own

I sing my love to you

All the day through

My Lord and my Saviour, the Word, forever true.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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“Goodnight Oley, I Love You.”


“Never allow your beauty to escape this world unseen.”

            Come into a world of quietness with me. Not into the quietness associated with peace, where you envision a placid lake with trees rustling their brightly colored autumn leaves and a blue sky that seems to envelope your very being. No, this world of quietness is much different. Years of silence and solitude sheltered this broken heart from any further pain and suffering. More than fifteen years had gone by without the slightest utterance of any kind from this 100-year-old woman, born and raised in Scotland. Come with me and tend to a garden, a garden of the heart, and watch what love and hope will grow there.

            Oley had blue eyes as bright and clear as a fresh Scottish morning. Her white hair gently adorned her face. Her hands were always calmly folded in front of her. A pain was never moaned. A happy moment was never enjoyed. A question never asked or an answer never offered. A story never told of a childhood lived long ago. Possibly fear, or a painfully emotional situation kept her quiet. I can only imagine that it was something so great that hopelessness received the undue benefits and privileges of a sweet and tender heart ~ lost, seemingly forever. Oley was isolated in her own world of loneliness.

            It is not a common characteristic to give more than what you receive. Oley was cared for physically, yet lacking greatly emotionally. For instance, if I gave you a tattered, worn, and unlabeled packet of seeds, what would you do with them? And as you shoved them into your pocket while thinking of how crazy I was, I added, “Oh! Those seeds are at least 15 years old.”

            Would you be frustrated or possibly angry with me for giving you something so foolish and to think that you would even have the time to waste on something so insensible? Maybe you enjoy a good mystery and would go home and dig up a little bit of earth. Your effort may prove itself fruitless. Yet a great orange pumpkin may grow. Possibly a tall and happy sunflower lies in the palm of your hand. Your hands can work miracles if your heart tends to all that you do with love and patience.

            I am not sure of how many people ever spoke to Oley in a way to touch her heart. I am afraid that through the years in that place there were not many to take the time to dig up a little earth. I spoke to Oley when I fed her and put her to bed at night. When I had her all tucked in, I would bend over and look into her eyes of blue through the side rail and say, “Goodnight Oley, I love you.”

            After fifteen evenings of caring for Oley, after fifteen times of saying goodnight and I love you, an incredibly beautiful miracle occurred. Oley took her right hand and placed it on top of mine upon the side rail. Her cheeks began to quiver and her lips began to tremble and from her mouth came a voice so full of crackles with the sweetest words in all of creation, “I love you, too.” Astonishment grabbed hold of me while I told Oley again and again with tears in my eyes and tears in her eyes, “Oh! Oley, I love you. I love you.”

            When I could walk away from that moment I went to the nurses’ station to share with everyone what had happened. A very puzzled “What?” came forth from one of the aides and I repeated, “Oley spoke to me.” Everyone jumped out of their seats and ran down the hall. The nurse said as she hurried on her way to Oley’s room, “Oley doesn’t speak. It says that in her chart. I can show you.” I waited. A moment later the staff came out of her room just as amazed as I had been a few moments before.

            Nobody knew why Oley stopped speaking. I am sure her caretakers questioned her lack of speech at one point. Was it fear that brought silence into a world that needed reassured with love? Was it heartfelt pain that caused so much overwhelming grief that any joy for life was quietly subdued into a realm of complete isolation? Whatever the reason, Oley became unresponsive. The questions stopped being asked. Any therapy pursued was gradually relinquished. Through the years, everyone had accepted the fact that Oley was mute.

            After this wonder occurred, everyone began to talk with Oley and openly communicate their love to her, as she was now able to give back to them. It is not that they did not love her and take incredibly good care of her before; they just did not realize that they too could touch a quiet and lonely heart. There was a beautiful flower hidden in the depths of a weary soul. That old saying “Take time to smell the roses” is true. Some roses offer such a sweet perfume you long to drink of it.

            Are you willing to love another without love being returned? Will you plant those seeds your crazy friend gave you that have sat in the bottom of your pocket? Get your hands dirty in the brown earth to plant a seed that you can only hope will grow. Realize that you possess beauty that can change the world you touch in a remarkable way. Also, please appreciate that in every face you behold, there is a soul that lies within, and at times, very deep within. You may need to dig through fear, anger, or pain, but the beauty that emerges will be amazing. Put your hands to kindness. Shower your words with love. Always believe. Always hope.

            From that day forward, Oley spoke those beautiful words, “I love you.” The next word she spoke was “Goodnight.”

This is based on a true story. ~Kimberley

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