Poetry

“Love one another; as I have loved you, so you are to love one another. If there is love among you, then all will know that you are my disciples. John 13:34, 35 NEB When God wrapped His Son in a tiny bit of humanity to send Him to this dark world, He could have […]

Your blue eyes Only one hour old Look at me In wonder. And In wonder I look back, “What a beautiful child– With only me for a mother.” Oh God, I’ve never been a mother before. Show me how. Your blue eyes Just three years old, Search my face Questioningly, Why did I shake you? […]

Good marriages come in many shapes and sizes. Like the people who share them they are unique. Perhaps there are some basic materials, however, from which lasting relationships are built. I would recommend four. Each is a choice—made and remade—in the passing years and the many changes of life. ACCEPTANCE COMMITMENT OPENNESS LOVE To accept […]

His path was short. Only eight years From Start To Finish. Outwardly He struggled For breath To walk His path. But inwardly He danced. Fully, freely Living While he Was dying. On his short path He danced, And sang, And loved. Teaching us How to live. By Linda L. Gage written for the funeral of […]

Oh God, Thank You for New leaves… New life… New hope. Thank You that Old leaves Fall and feed The ground, So that new Can grow. Help me not to fight Nature’s cycles: Mourning the old Missing the new. Thank You for New leaves… New life… New hope. By Linda L. Gage .

When I Write. . . I have a sense of power– Of making words bend to my will, And do what I please. . . . Sometimes. I feel creative– Able to make something new and different, Out of the resources of my own mind. . . . Sometimes. I am free– Bound, not by […]

In a dry, ugly place Where it seemed all was dead, A tiny white rose Softly lifted its head. With a beauty more real And a message more true Because of the barren Place where it grew. Lord, help me to see In the heartaches I know The beautiful things You have placed there to […]

* A See So few Sad, and Numb and Hungry and Many people are I cry because so On this Christmas 1981 2011 (Note: Read from Bottom to Top) by Linda L. Gage

At age three they put his Imagination In a box labeled, INFLEXIBLE CURRICULUM And tied with TEACHER CONTROL. The boy grew But his creativity Shriveled In a dark box with His imagination On the Pre-School shelf. By Linda L. Gage in 1981

The meaning of Christmas used to be simple. Simple and profound. The Love of the universe poured out on a needy world in the form of a newborn Baby. Wonder shining in the eyes of a child on Christmas morning. Newness of gentle snow falling on a quiet night. But tonight, the joy and the […]