Dishes

Dishes

Dishes
They had a set of dishes
Given them when they wed ,
With luck and happiness and wishes
By loved ones ,who to them said
They wished they’d always be happy
As the moment when,”I will,”
Was said with so much rapture
That their hearts were standing still.

The dishes tell a lovely story
Of the lives they were to live _
How they shone in all their glory
When the very first forgive
Was whispered, and I love you truly ,
Which made things right again ,
For it was just as surely said ,
As sun comes after rain

Time as long since passed ,
Since they were first together ,
When he’d sit and ask her
If she loved him as no other –
And she was just content
With the answer in her heart ,
For she knew that it was meant
That they should never part ..

Although their lives had many scars
Like cracks upon the china ,
Their love outshone the mars ,
For it was only minor ,
If the one who’d done the wrong
Down in his heart had sorrow ,
For they never let the sun go down
Without a ,” Bright Tomorrow ,”

She’s an old lady now ,
And he is seventy-two ,
The cups and saucers wonder
What the other one will do ,
Until they both are able ,
To sit at God’s own perfect table ,
Be fed by His own hand
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
I wrote this poem about twenty years ago , I had just lost my dad . My mother was morning herself to dealt . My family was at it lowest . I sat at my computer ,an begin praying for answers . This poem was the answer that was given to me . This help my mother get through it . My mother  is 94 years old . A few years ago my brother died ,and again I cry out to My Lord . That when I start writing this blog . This has been God answer to me . It has been a blessing to me . So many times people email me or met me in person and has told me , that they were about to take their own life .And something I wrote change their minds . I guess what I trying to say is . That I pray before I write these poems ,or short stories not on my own but I believe God is giving them to me . He is saying to each and everyone of us ,I LOVE YOU and I know what you are going through .I am not a smart man or a great writer. I just love God with all my heart . If anyone need me just feel free to call on me . It  another Christmas my mother died this year  . Soon  it will be my  turn  to meet my Jesus .

Christmas' True Meaning

Let Christmas' true meaning,
rise up in you today . . .
may you see the real splendor
of Jesus' birth on this day.

May His beauty and grandeur,
cause your heart to sing
may the gift of His excellence
become your eternal spring.

May His majesty you behold,
with all dignity and honor
may the fullness of His truth
glorify His heavenly Father.

May the wonder of His grace,
reveal its magnificence in you
may the gratefulness you feel
be in all you say and do.

Let Christmas' true meaning,
bring your Savior near today
may you see the need for Him
today . . . and every day.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless
John 1:14
King James Version

"And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt
among us, (and we beheld his glory,
the glory as of the only begotten of
the Father,) full of grace and truth."

A  Charity Choice

Ann was no stranger to wealth.
She even owned a Rolls-Royce.
Every Christmas, Ann had to make
The Christmas charity choice.

Ann discussed it with Sam, her hubby
A month before Christmas was here.
"Sam, I really want to do something
Unusual for our charity this year."

"Exactly what do you mean?" he asked.
"Choose some worthy cause," my Dear.
"Sam, I prayed and made a decision
To help some homeless ones this year."

"I will act like a homeless person
And hang out with them somewhere,
And maybe I'll find special needs
Among some homeless people there."

Sam began to grin and laugh aloud.
Then he began to shake his head.
"That's too dngerous, Ann, you know.
You could very well end up dead."

Ann found some faded old clothes.
Then she tried to dress like a bum.
She prayed and found a homeless group,
Who were sharing a bottle of rum.

They shunned her as she appoached.
She was not part of their clan,
But she stayed with them anyway
And observed each woman and man.

Soon an old truck rolled to a stop.
There exited a lady and a man.
They handed a sandwich to everyone.
"God bless you," said Betty and Dan.

When they left, Ann found a letter.
It fell from the truck to the ground.
It was an eviction notice. Said Ann,
"My charity choice I have found!"

Ann wasted no time that very day,
For such speedy plans she laid.
She found them and wrote a check.
"With a sandwich, your bills are paid!"

Betty and Dan were not homeless yet,
But because they did God's will,
God honored this with Ann's gift.
They are helping the homeless still.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

God, I Give You all the Glory

How shall I show my appreciation,
for all You have done for me?
Should I kneel in this space of time,
unmoving on bended knee?

Shall I lift my arms to the heavens,
never to let them fall to my side?
Should I raise my hands up even higher,
and never allow them to subside?

Shall I shout from my rooftop,
about Your mercies I have seen?
Should I scream over the oceans roar,
of how much to me, You mean?

Shall I praise Your Holy name,
from the highest mountain top?
Should I exalt You night and day,
and never for a moment stop?

God, I will give You all the glory,
for the miracles You have done.
For You given me the gift of hope,
through the healing touch of Your Son.
Jan Bagwell
God bless

I am only me

 I am only me, that is all that I can be
No more, no less, don’t second guess
I love, I laugh, I live and cry,
I’ve wished at times, that I could die
Some days I’m funny, others I’m not,
sometimes I’m in overdrive and can’t stop
I am a loyal and honest friend,
You know that I’ll be there until the end
I am a father, my children my greatest gift,
The smiles on their faces always give me a lift
I am a romantic, sensual, and passionate too,
to the love of my life, I’ll share this with you
I can be sweet and shy or sassy and bold,
I’m quite a handful, or so I’ve been told
I am not perfect, I do have my faults,
like when I get scared I put up high walls
Or I’m not as forgiving, as I’d sometimes like to be,
because when I hurt, I hurt deeply
My logic is all my own, at times misunderstood,
because I don’t always do things for my own good
I have many facets, like a diamond you see…
I am only me.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless

Existence,

Trudge along a long and winding road,
with silence for company, sullen and sunk;
staring into the distance,
  I ponder about this zombie like existence;
standing along the edge,
not able to give in or give up,
my mind is at war with itself,
and the road seems endlessly long;
as the shadows merge with the darkness of the night,
  I count the street lights one by one,
some broken, some lit,
but they all seem dull and faded;
too tired to walk,
gone too far to come back,
 I want to be happy,
but life is being a tough negotiator;
why is it always like this with me?
maybe i am cursed?
maybe i am the devil of my own doing?
or maybe my time has run out?
fragile and down again,
I am trying to hide the storm that is raging inside me,
trapped in this pitiful existence,
  I can only stare at this long road of life;
Jan Bagwell
God Bl;ess

"There Shall Be No Night There"

Have you ever been afraid of the dark?
At night do you fear to walk in the park?
We're afraid at night of some evil works.
We fear the darkness where evil lurks.

Some men love darkness rather than light.
They try to hide evil deeds at night.
In darkness we think we hide our sin.
We can't hide it from God, only from men.

"Outer darkness" also describes Hell.
Where saints of God will never dwell.
The opposite is Heaven, the place of light,
Where it's always day and never night.

Imagine a place where there is no night,
A place where there is continual light.
No darkness ever enters this great place.
There's no dark cloud, not even a trace.
Jan Bagwell
God Bless