Archive for October, 2013

ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF “ESCAPE FROM THE MAELSTROM”.

Thursday, October 31st, 2013

When Karina arrived in a country village in Odessa, she was introduced to her landlady, Agnessa Daletsky. Unbeknownst to the entire Daletsky clan, Agnessa’s son, Alek, was a member of the underground and a close friend of Uri and Sasha. Karina, who was given the name ‘Aleksandra Popova’ by Uri, would have expected Agnessa’s father-in-law, Feodor, to be the contact, rather than a young man in his twenties like Alek. However, everything was new and strange to Karina, aka Aleksandra. Let’s see how she reacted to the first day at the Daletsky home.

“I still remember the pleasant lunch we had that afternoon in the Daletsky dining room one
flight downstairs from my room. Immediately, we met Agnessa’s husband, Anatoli, their twin
daughters and their son, Alek. As we were beginning our dessert, Anatoli’s father, Feodor,
walked in, his face a bit ruddy, probably from so much time spent outdoors. He was a very tall,
slim man with a muscular build and deep brown eyes that immediately locked with mine. I don’t
know why, but we continued to stare at one another until his daughter-in-law formally introduced
him to us.

“This is my husband’s father, Feodor,” she said finally. “Dad,” she continued, turning to him
with a smile. “I will heat up your lunch. It will take just a minute. Oh,” she added,
blushing a little. “I forgot to introduce our guests. This is Aleksandra Popova, a teacher,
who will be renting one of the upstairs rooms,” she explained, “and these are her cousins, Sasha
and Uri, who are helping her get settled,” she said, indicating my two friends.

“It is so nice to meet all of you,” Feodor said in a hearty voice, his hands outstretched to
shake our hands, which he proceeded to do, one by one. Then he smiled at his daughter-in-law and
said, “Thank you, dear. I am sorry to make extra work for you by walking in late, but we had
trouble with bringing in one of the boats. Don’t worry, Anatoli,” he said to his son. “All is
safe and secure now.”

Then Feodor continued the conversation.

I am really happy to make your acquaintance,” Feodor said most cordially to Sasha, Uri and me.

“And so are we,” Uri replied politely, speaking for Sasha and me.
“Please let me not disturb your meal,” Feodor said. “Continue having your dessert. I will
soon catch up with you.

“He looked at Uri and Sasha first, and then his smile settled on me. I don’t know why, but I
blushed. He did not look like anyone’s father or grandfather. I couldn’t see a sign of gray
in his hair, and his skin, although a little red in places from exposure to the elements, did
not seem lined or wrinkled. How a fisherman in his age group could manage to maintain a
youthful appearance, I could not imagine! When he smiled at me, I returned the smile. It was
a while before either of us looked away. I was annoyed at myself for the attraction I
shouldn’t be feeling.”

I enjoyed writing about the initial attraction between Karina and Feodor.

“Feodor stared at me again and then, when the others had looked away, winked at me. At least,
I think that’s what he did, unless he had a tic, and I don’t think that was the case.
Anyway, when he looked at me the way he did and winked, I felt rather uneasy, and my heart
started to beat a little faster.” Whenever there is interaction between Karina and Feodor,
there is that wink. It becomes a symbol of their attraction, and it lends an element
of humor to the novel as well.

So we see that, unexpectedly, there is a love interest for Karina aka Aleksandra in the place that it would be least expected: Odessa.

Tomorrow, I want to discuss a very special, romantic walk that Karina and Feodor take together after Karina finishes an interview for a teaching position. I know that you will enjoy it!

Until tomorrow,

Cheryl

CONTINUING MY REVIEW OF “ESCAPE FROM THE MAELSTROM”

Tuesday, October 29th, 2013

When I left you readers a few days ago, Karina was running the race of her life with Andrei, the Czar’s guard, behind her…so far at a safe distance. If she is caught, she will definitely be killed, perhaps on the spot. But Karina is determined to get away, and “get away,” she does!

Arriving at her friend Sasha’a apartment house, she is directed to her friend’s apartment upstairs. Let’s listen in to a little of their conversation.

“I rapped lightly on the door. After just a number of seconds, my friend opened it and gazed at me in apparent shock. I didn’t give her a moment to even ask what I was doing there.

“They’re after me, Sasha,” I seemed to implode rather than speak the words. “Please let me in.”

When the door closed behind us, she hugged me and asked, “How is Dimitri?”

I looked away, trying to conceal a tear that had run down my cheek. “He’s dead, Sasha, and I think they killed him.”

“Who?” she asked, not sure of what I meant in the state I was in.

“Czar Nicholas’s forces. He had no other enemies,” I said. “He died just a short while ago, and I don’t even know how or where they plan to bury him. Now there’s a bodyguard after me. The Romanov family has been trailing me for weeks, Sasha. I don’t know what they want to do with me now. I don’t think they want just to get me out of the country, Sasha. I think they want to kill me, too.”

Sasha agrees to help Karina. While they await Sasha’s husband, Uri, a member of the underground like Sasha, Karina sits in shock while her friend cuts her hair and dyes her dark hair red. When Sasha is finished, it is hard for her, even to recognize herself.

When Uri comes home, he also agrees to help Sasha. He tells her that they will leave for the Odessa countryside the next morning, where he will find a suitable place of hiding for her. She must blend in with the Jewish peasant population there. The following is Uri’s explanation of why he wants to help her and all others who are in need of help in their escape from the maelstrom of Czarist rule and near-Communist rebellion.

“Some of us in Russia hate both Czarist and Bolshevik rule. We want one day to see a free Russian state, where people can walk the streets without fear.” He looked at Sasha and smiled. “Of course, our aspirations may never become reality, but we operate as though they will someday, and in the meantime we help as many victims of the system as we can. The Czarist rule is getting weaker and the communists are slowly gaining strength. Other groups are standing in the wings. Anything can happen to our beloved country, and we want to do as much as we can to steer it all in a godly direction. Whatever happens, we want to know that we tried our best, and we were on the side of what is right.”

What will happen to Karina? Will she make it safely to Odessa, her place of hiding? Where will she stay, and what will her new life be like before she can secure safe passage to America? We will learn about that and more tomorrow. So please visit again. If you have any questions or want to comment, please e-mail me at ch571324@aim.com. I am always glad to hear from my readers.

Have a wonderful day, and keep reading and writing! Both are good for the soul.

My very best wishes,

Cheryl

MY MOST RECENTLY PUBLISHED NOVEL OF HISTORICAL FICTION!

Sunday, October 27th, 2013

ESCAPE FROM THE MAELSTROM

Just last year in 2012 I self-published “Escape From the Maelstrom.” Its settings are Moscow, Odessa and St. Petersburg (in Russia) and New York City (in the United States). The action takes place between the years 1900 and 1919. The main characters, Karina Kikorov and Feodor Daletsky, meet and fall in love in Odessa, where Karina is in hiding under an assumed name. If the novel took place in modern times, we might say she is in a witness protection program, sponsored by close friends in the underground( UrI and Sasha) and Alek Daletsky, Feodor’s grandson. But back in 1910, we would have said that she was biding time in Odessa under a new identity while awaiting safe passage to America.

Karina had no intention of falling in love again once she was in Odessa. She had just lost her husband and first love, Dimitri, a distant cousin of the infamous Romanovs. He had lived his life as an idealistic, liberal-minded college professor, distancing himself as much as he could from politics and especially the Romanov family. However, the Czar, for no rational reason, felt threatened by Dimitri and hunted him down for years. His death was definitely orchestrated by the Czar’s henchmen, and Karina, targeted through her relationship to Dimitri, was next on the list to be murdered. And so she was living now in a rooming house in Odessa under the assumed name of Aleksandra Popova while waiting for the time when it would be considered safe for her passage to the United States and freedom. At this point the very last thing on Katrina’s mind was even the possibility of falling in love with Alek’s charming grandfather, Feodor, an amazingly youthful widower of sixty, who had a habit of winking at pretty young women like Karina.

The novel begins with Dimitri’s death:

“In our last moments together as he lay dying, I remember mostly the darkness surrounding Dimitri and me in that sordid hospital outside of Moscow. I felt an insatiable need to hold onto him one more time, regardless of what the repercussions would be. It was almost as though the Czar’s henchmen would have to pry my Dimitri away from me because I just could not leave him. In near-shock, I could not accept the fact that he was dying, and I would never see him again. I would lose the candle that had shed light on my darkness during the last decade of my life.”

Now we are going to skip the rest of Chapter One and go on to the third paragraph of Chapter Two, where Karina escapes from the guard who is leading her out of the hospital, probably on the way to some desolate location, where he would kill her. Karina surprises him, though, and makes a run for it. It is a very exciting scene for the reader to visualize. See if you can picture it yourself:

“With a prayer to my God, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, I suddenly broke loose from the stalwart guard, Andrei, who was at the moment in a fog, or so it appeared to me, as I struggled with all my might to rid myself of his ghastly hold on me and race down the busy urban street, filled with people and pushcarts. Although I had been brought up to be polite and kind, I must admit that at that moment I would have gladly risked colliding into anyone or anything if I could just have permanently separated myself from Andrei or any of his equally horrific cohorts.

“As I ran, Andrei not far behind me, I tried to remember where Sasha’s apartment was located. I knew that it was within a mile or so of the hospital, but in the chaotic mental state I was in, I was not sure exactly where. After a few blocks of moreorless straight running, I could now see semi-familiar streets and stores. Sasha lived off the main road. If I could meander around the streets, in between vendors calling out their wares, I might finally lose Andrei.

“I am sorry now that I upset more than a few pushcarts and people as I ran, practically through people and objects, rather than around them. Somehow, within a few more blocks of moving cunningly through back alleys of stores and residences, I could have breathed a sigh of relief(if there were any breath left in me, that is), for I seemed to have lost Andrei. It was indeed possible that he did not know the back streets of Moscow the way I did, the way I was taught over and over again by my Dimitri. Perhaps, in some corner of his mind, my husband must have known that one day it would eventually come to this for me.”

And so Karina’s dramatic and exciting saga begins. Tomorrow I will tell you more. Meanwhile, look up the novel on Amazon and utilize the feature, “Go Inside The Book.” You will be able to browse through the first few chapters at no charge. Isn’t that a nice provision for prospective buyers?

Have a blessed day and please, visit again tomorrow to learn more about “Escape From the Maelstrom.”

If you have any questions or comments, please e-mail me at my special e-mail address for my readers: ch571324@aim.com.

Best wishes,

Cheryl

ONE LAST POEM FROM MY ANTHOLOGY…

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2013

Yesterday I bought an exquisite azalea plant. Its beautiful and graceful pink flowers were comforting to me after a long and difficult day. As I was finding a special place for my new plant, I thought of the following poem about azaleas, which I wrote several years ago and became ultimately a part of my anthology. I hope you enjoy it.

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“WHEN AZALEAS BLOOM”

“The gardens come alive now.
They’ve snapped back from Winter’s blows.
Sweet tulips, crocuses and daffodils
Are proof that God’s love overflows.

The mountain stream’s defrosting;
Likewise, the frozen lakes we skated on.
The air is filled with promise,
And the chill of Winter’s gone.

But when the azaleas bloom most boldly,
I know that Spring is really here.
In rich cranberry, hot pink and crimson,
Their calling cards are everywhere.

I know their time with us is precious;
TheY will exit quickly from God’s stage.
In the great novel of Creation,
They are but a quaint, exquisite page.

Yet, before azaleas reach their peak,
Spring has not completely come in view.
Their colors, strength, and very essence,
Although transient, always upbuild and renew.”

I hope that you enjoyed reading selected poems from my anthology, “Poems of Joy and Praise To God,” which have been featured on my blog during the last few days. Tomorrow and thereafter, I will be featuring my full-length books.

Until the next time,

Cheryl

POEMS CAPTIVATING THE AFTERNOON AND THE EVENING…

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013

I hope you are enjoying the selections from “Poems of Praise and Joy To God.” After tomorrow I will be featuring another book. If you like, turn to the “About the Book” and “Library” sections of this website. After reading the highlights of each book, perhaps, you can guess which of the fifteen will be discussed next.

Remember that, if you want to comment about anything in my blog or have a question about anything relating to the books themselves, please feel free to write to me at my new e-mail address just for you readers. I want so much for my website and blog to be interactive.

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I hope that you enjoy today’s selections.

“AFTERNOON’

‘Afternoon arrives too soon
For those who love the morning.
The folks that miss the fanfare
And excitement of the dawning.

They wave goodbye in the just the way
That babies leave their mother,
Tears in their eyes and heart in hand
As they must bravely turn towards others.

But even morning lovers
Find comfort in the day,
The peace that God provides us
In Nature’s often gentle way.

The emerging possibilities
Sweetly start of flow
As folks find strength and confidence
That is reflected in their glow.

Yes, morning is exciting,
And nighttime leads to rest
But afternoon sustains us
While filling us with zest.”

“NIGHT”

“Nighttime appears as stars appear
And darkness starts to fall.
When the sky shows off its jeweled orbs,
We know that evening’s come to call.

Her cloak is almost pitch black.
Likewise, her hat and gloves.
She is camouflaged within the ken
Of everything she loves.

Her peace, a gift from heaven,
Pervades the earth so deep.
Her head and eyes both start to droop
As the world drops off to sleep.

And within profound reflection,
As the earth awaits the morn,
Sweet serenity permeates the air
Before the rush of dawn.”

I hope that my poems caught the essence of the afternoon and the evening, respectively.

Until tomorrow, I send my warmest regards,

Cheryl

A POEM ABOUT THE HARVEST…

Sunday, October 20th, 2013

I am happy to announce that I have created a special e-mail address just for my readers. If you want to comment or ask questions about any of my books advertised on this website, feel free to write to me at the address below. I promise to find the time to answer your questions. I would be happy to hear from you!

My e-mail address just for you readers is:ch571324@aim.com

I hope that you are all having a lovely day. We certainly can’t complain about the weather. It is beautiful! We still haven’t gotten into the autumn weather yet, but it’s coming! Beginning next Wednesday, we are going to have weather in the forties in the morning and the fifties later in the day. Compared to what we’re having now, that’s chilly weather, but I think we are going to like it. By now we have had enough of the warm weather. We’re ready for something different, as long as it is relatively mild.

The poem that you will be reading today is on the surface about the harvest that all farmers look forward to as a culmination of all the planting and the watering they have done throughout the spring and the summer. But this poem is about much more than that. You will see what I am talking about once you have read it. I hope you like it.

HARVEST TIME

No, I’ve never been a farmer,
Nor have I been a farmer’s wife,
But I know dependence on the earth
Can bring with it pain and strife.

But surely farmers feel elation
When harvest time is near.
God’s bounty’s all around them,
And nature’s best is everywhere.

The harvest is a culmination
Of all the work that’s come before.
The seeds that have been planted
Have expanded more and more.

The harvest brings us close
To Jehovah God above.
It is time to give him thanks
For His blessings and His love.

But more important than the harvest
Of God’s bounty from the earth
Is the in-gathering of our brothers,
Whose zeal and love bespeak their worth.

Yes, when we share our knowledge of the Scriptures,
And plant a seed in someone’s heart,
We introduce that one to God’s Truth
And support him from the start.

So get out and join the harvest;
Help our friends and neighbors see
How the glory of God’s Spirit
Can transform both you and me.

As together we draw in-
Like the turning of the tide-
The multitude of God’s own people
Throughout the earth, both far and wide.

Since there is so much bullying today in the schools and on the social network sites, I want to include a few poems on feeling like an outsider. When innocent children are bullied, if they are sensitive and impressionable, as most young people are, they tend to feel isolated and inferior. Feeling different and reclusive, these youngsters see life through a distortion, and sometimes, the loneliness and sense of isolation, combined with fear and anxiety, lead to their taking their own lives. The poems below from my poetry anthology, “Poems of Joy and Praise To God,” all deal with drawing the outsiders in with those who love and appreciate them.

WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE AN OUTSIDER

When you feel like an outsider,
Always searching, looking in,
You wonder where you’re going
And where you’ve always been.

You see life from a distortion,
As from mirrors looking out.
The image is disturbing,
And filled with fear and doubt.

So come on in, outsider,
See the truth and know what’s real.
Find peace within God’s gentle arms,
And His love you’ll start to feel.

And then, my dear outsider,
When you find His love within your soul,
You’ll know from deep within your hearth,
You were once a part, but now you’re whole.

OUTSIDER, COME INSIDE NOW

Please come inside, outsider,
God will open wide the door.
You’ll find a love and hope
That you’ve never felt before.

Outsider, outsider,
Your pain has pierced my heart.
I want to share your loneliness.
Please let us never part.

Outsider, outsider,
You must believe in God and pray.
If you have gone down all the wrong roads,
You should stop and find your way.

I’ll hold your hand, outsider,
And wipe away the tears
While God provides the strength
To drive away your fears.

Yes, I will be beside you
Every step of the long way.
My love will just grow stronger
Each and every day.

And, my dear outsider,
Look forward to tomorrow,
A world of possibilities
With neither pain nor sorrow.

For one day there’ll be no more outsiders.
Their pain will be no more.
I know that it is true, dear.
Deep within my heart, I can assure.

Yes, my dear outsider,
In God’s new world of love,
All humankind will come inside the fold,
And feel acceptance from above.

I truly hope that bullying will end. Parents and teachers have to work together to discover who the cowardly youngsters are who hide behind the social media to inflict immense cruelty upon others. They surely would not be evil or bold enough to say those words face to face on a one-to-one basis with their victim. It is like the mob mentality. There is strength in numbers.

Now we can still pray to God to stop this cruelty while at the same time strengthening the sensitive youngsters who are the victims so that they can ignore the sadistic comments and chalk them up to the evil that too often lurks in the human heart.

This is all food for thought. Until the next time,

Cheryl

SHARING SOME MORE POEMS FROM MY ANTHOLOGY!

Saturday, October 19th, 2013

I wish all of you a wonderful weekend. As far as I am concerned, each day is a gift. Waking up each morning is something for which to be most grateful. We should not waste our time complaining about our lot in life. As my father said numerous times, (if I may paraphrase), when we walk through the corridors of a hospital and see patients who are facing serious medical challenges, it becomes even more apparent how important it is to be grateful for all that we have, our many blessings, and not to be prone to complain about trivial things. We should spend that “complaining time” praying for those who are less fortunate. Faith, prayer and positive thinking help to turn a frown into a smile and give all of us hope. No, it isn’t easy, but it is possible if our faith is strong enough.

I am thinking of getting a separate e-mail address just for my readers. This way, you can ask me questions about my books or comment upon any of my blogs. When I complete the process, I’ll let you know on this blog. I used to have a way of your writing to me through this website, but, as with many other bloggers, the space reserved for your comments was taken over by unwanted and unapproved advertisements. I was told that nothing could be done about that except to do away with the space for comments altogether. Hopefully, I will get my special, new e-mail address for your comments and questions soon since I have always wanted this website to be interactive.

Today I want to share three more poems with you, which I hope will bring a smile to your face and brighten your day. These poems are also from my anthology, entitled, “Poems of Joy and Praise to God,” published by Red Lead Press, an imprint of Dorrance Publications, in 2007.

“WHEN A NEW DAY DAWNS”

“When a new day
Is about to dawn,
It’s really
Morning calling.

As the night air
Comes around to warn,
“Be alert now!
No more stalling!”

But when the new day’s ready,
The change is in a blink.
No time to waste in warning, folks,
Not even time to wink.

As the bright sun
Erupts in light
And treats us
To a wonderful sight.

The world’s ablaze
In richest shading,
All facets of darkness
Gone or fading.

Then look around you,
Children, and pray
As we thank you,
Dear God,
For another brand new day!”

“DAYBREAK”

“Daybreak comes
And lights the world
In colors richly gleaming.

As dark clouds
Run for cover
And leave the sun’s face
Brightly beaming.

A red rose snuggles on the bush.
Some daisies sway in wonder.
Nothing can disturb the peace
Or break the mood asunder.

The amazing possibilities
Of a sparrow gently winging.
A robin redbreast, bright and proud.
Each voice adds to the sweet singing.

So much greatness looms before us,
A surprise around each bend
To challenge and excite us
In a world of beauty without end.”

When I taught English in a middle school on the south shore, I sometimes was given outside duty during one of the three lunch periods for our sixth to eighth graders. Our school was located between an inlet to the Atlantic Ocean and a bay, which meant we always had a great many seagulls swooping down or dancing up in the air. I loved their silly antics and enjoyed giving them bits of bread when I could, but some of the children were cruel and attempted to hurt them. I considered myself the protector of the poor seagulls, as well as the students, and I made sure no one was hurt. Fortunately, only a small minority of the children tried to throw things at the poor seagulls and hurt them. It was all nipped in the bud, so to speak, by my guarding the area carefully. Sometimes, I thought I was there to watch the seagulls more than the students. Anyway, both students and seagulls did well during my watch, and I had inspiration to write the following poem.

This poem was dedicated to my granddaughters, Alexis and Lauren. On one of the future blogs, I will show you a poem dedicated to my grandson, William.

“THE SEAGULLS”

“At the beach one summer’s day
As my toes lay wiggling in the water,
The sun’s rays lit up the faces
Of my sweet granddaughters.

They were busy making mud pies,
Complete with briny lemonade.
I thought they were the finest fare
Anyone has ever made.

And then we saw the seagulls
Circling overhead.
They seemed gentle and well-mannered,
Extremely healthy and well-fed.

In a moment they swooped down
On a stretch of beach nearby.
We tried to be so quiet
That they wouldn’t get alarmed and fly.

I threw some remains of white bread,
Little bits of dough and crust.
Each drop was soon devoured,
Demolished like the dust.

Then the seagulls danced their little number
As they made imprints upon the sand.
The children were delighted
At their display so grand.

I was proud of my grandchildren
Their quietness and control
The way they stopped their master building
To watch the seagulls rock and roll.

But then some other children
Happened upon our happy scene.
Their derisive faces
Made them appear unkind and rather mean.

So when they threw a pellet
At the seagull friends we made,
I felt an intense pang of sadness
That these dear pals could not have stayed.

We gave thanks the seagulls got away,
Rescued from some boys’ sadistic bent.
Protected by the Supreme God we love,
And from Whom we were once all sent.”

Best wishes to you all on this lovely weekend.

Cheryl

LET’S SHARE A POETIC IMAGE!

Saturday, October 19th, 2013

For those of you who love to read and write poetry, I highly recommend browsing through a book of poetry that I wrote several years ago and self-published through Red Lead Press. The poems are organized into various subjects: the four seasons, the times of the day, marriage, babies, the five senses, loneliness and paradise. Each poem is reflective, encouraging, positive and upbuilding.

If you are feeling “down” in regard to life, these poems will help you to see life from a more positive perspective and hopefully bring you back on the road to happiness. I have often thought that the best of me is in my poetry. I hope to be publishing another anthology of my poems within the next few years.

My poetry anthology, entitled “Poems of Joy and Praise to God” can be found on Amazon and at the Red Lead Bookstore online. You can read several pages of the book at the Amazon website in order to get an idea of my writing style and to decide whether you would like to purchase a book of your own.

I hope that you enjoy reading one of my favorite poems below from this anthology, copyrighted and published in 2007. I have often been intrigued by the sound of rain on the roof in the evening when I am trying to fall asleep. Since the sound is very comforting to me, I tried to capture it in this poem, “Did You Ever, Ever Hear?” If you read closely, you will also see that each of the seasons is included, too. I hope you enjoy it. I recite the poem in my mind, especially in the evening, as I said before, when the weather outside is a bit frightening, but inside, I feel warm and safe. Enjoy!

“Did You Ever, Ever Hear?”

“Did you ever, ever hear
The sound of summer rain?
Droplets on the shutters
And along the window panes?

Did you ever, ever listen
To the staccato dripping sound
As raindrops pitter-patter
On the cold autumnal ground.

And did you ever, ever drift off
To the plip-plop of a drop
As it slides and glides along the roof
Before it does a grand flip-flop?

No, there’s nothing like a rainstorm
Or those lovely winter showers.
For each drop’s a steadfast worker
That preps the ground for springtime flowers.”

I hope you will think of my poem when, according to the meteorologists, it rains tonight.

I cannot help but add one other poem tonight, which is another one of my favorites from my anthology. The poem is entitled “Life Is Made Of Many Circles.” I guess I love it so much because the poem shows us how we all become a part of one another if we unite in friendship and love. Becoming a part of that circle of life is perhaps the greatest source of our happiness since we human beings are meant to be with others whom we love and respect. As John Donne pointed out in his famous poem, “No man is an island.” I totally agree. Reread John Donne’s poem when you have a chance, but now I hope that you will enjoy my poem and take your part in one of the circles.

“Life Is Made of Many Circles”

“Life is made of many circles,
At times concentric, sometimes not.
And each one finds his place within the circle
Like a subtle little dot.

Many times the circles seem to touch
And even have a random meeting
Like flying saucers cast in space
That flick their lights in greeting.

Other times, the circles come together,
But it takes great action from within,
For the dots along the fringes
Must want a friendship to begin.

So let’s choose our place along life’s circles.
It’s up to us to claim out spot
In that infinite procession
Of which each of us is just that dot.”

Best wishes as always,

Cheryl

THE IMPORTANCE OF CONSTRUCTIVE ACTIONS

Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013

James was a half-brother of Jesus and a contributor to the Holy Scriptures. (After their marriage Mary and Joseph had many sons and daughters, all half-siblings therefore to Jesus.)

Although James presented many beautiful thoughts in his letter, I have chosen two for today.

“Thus, too, faith, if it does not have works, is dead in itself.”

James 2:17

“However, become doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves with false reasoning.”

James 1:22

Although I will expound on these two important Scriptures later in the day, for now I want to stress the importance of doing good things, not just thinking about them or even reading about them. At whatever activities we pursue today, let us think about the above Scriptures and show our faith and love for God and His Word through our actions.

Have, not only a great day, but a blessed one.

Until the next post,

Cheryl