God dreamed me up in His heart you know
Well that's what I read today.
It made me feel sort of warm inside
And I wondered if that was the way
That God created all of us
By dreaming us up in His heart
What a great imagination!
However would you start
To dream up a whole, new person?
To make them entirely unique
To decide on their height and the colour of their eyes
And the way that they'd laugh or speak
God dreamed me up in His heart you know
He decided I'd simply be me
He must have thought that there was a gap
for a Karen, a vacancy.
He put each part of me altogether
With a generous helping of fun
And he added some serious thinking as well
To complete that which He had begun.
And He does it so many times over
Creating us all perfectly
We are none of us here by accident
We were dreamed of and made beautifully.
Karen Holmes
March 15th 2014
Saturday 15 March 2014
Wednesday 12 March 2014
The written word.
I wish that you could see how much I mean each word I write
If only you could witness my joy, my great delight
In putting pen to paper, in sharing thoughts with you
telling you all my hopes and dreams, the things I long to do.
I wish that you could feel my peace in sharing little fears
the feeling that I'm not alone, the safety through the years
Of having one who knows it all yet never fails to care
A knowledge that each secret's safe, yet someone's now aware
of fragile strength and fearful hope and certainty oft doubted
And often known by just a look, not spoken, never shouted
I wish that you could feel the smiles, the echo of my laughter
For I'm not sure that they remain once posted, and then after
the journey from my home to yours, the waiting to be read
I don't know if they come to life or turn to dust instead.
I don't know if my letter's reach you, all intact and full of fun
But rest assured that's how they started, how each one begun
The writing flowed, the thoughts all crowding, coming fast and pushing, shoving, wanting to be heard, and felt and known by you.......
by you, the one I write to most
who reads the letters that I post.
Karen Holmes
March 12th 2014
If only you could witness my joy, my great delight
In putting pen to paper, in sharing thoughts with you
telling you all my hopes and dreams, the things I long to do.
I wish that you could feel my peace in sharing little fears
the feeling that I'm not alone, the safety through the years
Of having one who knows it all yet never fails to care
A knowledge that each secret's safe, yet someone's now aware
of fragile strength and fearful hope and certainty oft doubted
And often known by just a look, not spoken, never shouted
I wish that you could feel the smiles, the echo of my laughter
For I'm not sure that they remain once posted, and then after
the journey from my home to yours, the waiting to be read
I don't know if they come to life or turn to dust instead.
I don't know if my letter's reach you, all intact and full of fun
But rest assured that's how they started, how each one begun
The writing flowed, the thoughts all crowding, coming fast and pushing, shoving, wanting to be heard, and felt and known by you.......
by you, the one I write to most
who reads the letters that I post.
Karen Holmes
March 12th 2014
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