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Pondering
"Hearts on fire."

People come and go in your life.
Sometimes they come out of no where and impact like an explosion.
Sometimes they stick around for the clean up.
Sometimes they go, leaving the devastation at your feet.

Stay ... Go ... impact is impact.

Then there are those, who leave you with a piece of themselves.
Almost as if you have been branded.
The mark of the effects they had on your life, is with you forever.
And in such, "they" stay with you as well.
They live on thru you, within you ... in essence,
never leaving you at all.

Those are the souls, I believe, that God intended to touch yours.
Touch mine.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could decipher the difference
before blast off? 
It would certainly keep our hearts safer.

But, then how would we learn?
How could we grow?

"Hearts" are like fire.
Each of these souls are the coal.
They feed the fire.
And we all know fire can burn...

But...

Fire also can warm, and create light.
It can rage or dance,
It needs to be respected, handled with care, and caution,
or the effects can be deadly.
Dangerous, yet so very necessary, for survival.

My wish for the ones I love...

Let the spark of your heart, become a flame.
Dance with the flames, don't let them rage.
See your refection in it's light.
Feel the warmth, not the burn.

Cher 4-02

The Music In Me

Each part of me is music.
It's all so deep in me.
Each of my emotions,
portray a song, you see.

My heart, it is the base line,
my tears, the steady beat.
My soul creates the melody,
In me, they all do meet.

Sometimes I sing in harmony.
Sometimes, the notes alone.
Then other times an orchestra
does seem to be the tone.

There's times the song wont sound good,
and seems to be off key.
It's then, I'll need some tuning,
to find the best in me.

Then other times I'm shining,
The note, I always make.
The song will come right thru me.
The love from this, I take.

  But always will I practice,
or else the song can fade.
For I could loose the Music
of that, which life has made.

Perhaps, my own conductor,
is what I need to be.
To keep it in direction,
to keep the harmony.

I'll let the music play within,
and then I'll let it out.
The song that comes from in me,
The music speaks, no doubt.
 
The base, the beat, the rhythm,
The rhyme and melody,
When they're one they do create
The music, that's in me.

Angel in Disguise

Inspired by, and dedicated to Tony,
For his time served as
"A Michigan Fire Department firefighter/Paramedic...
...with a Heart"

Husband and Wife
for so many years.
A life time of laughter
and family, and tears.

"The time, it does fly"
perhaps was her thought,
while her husband lie dying.
Such a battle he fought.

Along came the sirens,
could they get there in time
to tell her, "Don't worry..
We'll make him just fine."

He couldn't be going?
Not his time to fly?
He couldn't just leave her?
She didn't say Good-bye.

But an angel was there,
her pain he did see,
he did not wear wings,
but, a Uniform had he

He checked for a pulse
but he felt no beat.
He knew it was over
but jumped to his feet!

He knew that this woman
needed good-bye,
so he stared a rescue
and told her "don't cry".

"I will keep him breathing
so know he can hear
whatever you say now,
Come close, don't you fear"

She spoke to her husband
she kissed him with love
she told him she'll meet him
  in heaven above

She said her good-bye
as she stood by his bed,
But she never knew
he was already dead.

  That angel was with her
he staged it so she
could go on with closure,
so her soul would be free

The man in the Uniform
could not save that life
But he did save indeed
the heart of that "wife"

  He gave her a gift.
She got her good-byes.
The man in the Uniform
was her Angel in disguise.

Cher 2-02

Momma Don't Cry

That child of mine
so much his heart sees
when he looks to my sadness
"Don't cry Momma, Please"

How often we try
Just to keep strength for 
the little hearts  by us
The ones that need  more

"Momma," he said,
"how did you get sick?"
"did you catch MY cold,
was it some kind of trick?"

"Did you get it from me
at that bedtime kiss?"
"Can I kiss it back from you,
Momma please tell me this?"

To look at his eyes
and know he just sees
Some tears that are coming
from a cold or a sneeze.

How do I tell him
This "cold" is not why
My heart feels so sad
and that's why I cry

"Momma, don't worry
Let's just play a game!
And make you feel better
and I'll feel the same"

So he chooses with care,
a fun game from his chest.
It has to be perfect
So, he gives it his best.

Then off the kitchen,
and a napkin he'll get,
then back to my bedside
"Here Momma, All Set!"

"This napkin will dry
the tears from your face
and  this game will take us
to a happier place!"

His eyes so wide open
his smile so bright
the pink in his cheeks
He shines with such light.

And again as I watch him
the tears start to flow
This time tears of Joy
and pride, for I know...

No matter what heartache
that may come my way
I'm forever gifted
and blessed every day

For with this child
my own innocence lies
The world is much better
when I look thru his eyes.

This love is unending
as my child tells me why
"I'm here with you Momma
Momma please, dont you cry"
<Cher 4-02>

Pondering 9-11

What's happening to my city? What's happening to my town?
When planes fall from the sky line,
and buildings crumble down

Why must we so endure this pain?
How can we understand?
Why heroes fall and People die
leaving sorrow upon our land.

Be it evil or war or acts of God,
the bottom lines remain...
We feel this devastation
We cant escape it's pain.

So we cling to each other and wonder why?
What ever have we done?
But, be still for now, and listen
for thru this we have become one!

The saying goes there's a lining
beneath each darkened cloud
and although we cannot see it
It's there, it's bold, it's loud

The angels are there waiting
when planes and buildings fall
They sit with in that lining
And there, they catch them all.

What's happened to my city?
Perhaps I'll never know
the changes are ever growing
yet LIFE..it still does flow!

But thru the uncertainty and thru the tears
  Gods strength we've found with in
"They" live thru us now, we hold on somehow..
So that we can rebuild again

So stand fast my  neighbor, pick your head up
Come and take my hand
we'll walk together, remember for ever
And never give up on our land!!
<Cher Sept..2001>

Precious Friend

Friend, my precious Friend
It seems your always near
to offer me a smile
or wipe away a tear

You always seem to know
before I even call
that something in me needs you
Your there to give your all

Like a quiet angel
who's there to guide me through
you reach your hand out to me
so i can walk with you

Friend, you may not always
know just what to say
but, there you are to listen
in each and every way

You seem to always know
when I just need to cry
It's then your there beside me
and never question why

Then, other times the laughter
we share is such a thrill
We've laughed until we've cried
Then laughed again at will

We've shared our deepest wishes
our hopes and secrets too
we've shared our fears and sorrows
we've seen each other though

And i know tomorrow
that you will still be there
to do it all again with me
That's how I know you care

But Friend I think it's time now
To say something to you
I need for you to know
that what I say is true

For all the times that we have shared
for all the tears we've cried
please listen when I tell you
We've only seen low tide

The water will get deeper
the fight, a bit more tough
But together we will beat it
However deep or rough

Because we have each other
no mountain is too high
Your more then just my friend, you see
You are what helps me strive

So always know I love you
I'll be here til' the end
to walk you through the journey
My precious precious Friend.

                                       Written by Cher.......April 9, 2002

The Walls

How do I break them,
How do i free
Myself from within
the walls around me

They've helped keep me safe
for  so very long
They've sheltered my heart
They've helped me stay strong

The walls stand so sturdy
as they protect me from
All the heartache and sorrow
From love, that does come

My walls were my friends
for so many days
They kept me alive
In so many ways

But, now it does seem
that they've imprisoned me
I cant get around them
"Ahead"  I can't see

They're closing in slowly
I fear I wont win
this battle I'm fighting
this war of within

My hearts tells me softly
yet, its volumes I hear
"It's OK to feel now
There's nothing to fear"

But whom do I trust?
My heart or my wall?
Do I chance it all again?
Do I risk taking a fall?

The fire within me
It wont let me be
Its burning my soul now
I need to be free!

But, Walls, I do Thank You
For strong I am now
And I'll use that power
to break you somehow

And I WILL be free!
I WILL start to fly!
I wont be afraid
to feel or to cry

Walls, it's turned out
my friends you were not
you kept me a captive
But, my heart has not forgot

So, crumble away
Its time that you fall
So my heart can blossom
and hear again loves call

Its happening! There's light!
There's a warmth from within!
I'm free now! I'm flying!

Now Life can begin!

<Cher March 2002>

Gods Choice
<Family>

We don't choose our family
God decides that
We cant pick out siblings
like a dog or a cat

We cant choose the Mother
we think will do best
or hand pick a father
an uncle, or the rest

Its not up to us
to find the right kind
of  family to grow with
in heart and in mind

The blood we do share
is part of God's plan
its the unanswered question
known to all man

But, the family we're given
can grow either way
with closeness or bonding
or distance or dismay

The fate of a family
lies in each members hand
You need to be "willing"
So together you will band

It takes lots of work,
some laugher and tears
And a pile of patiences
to last through the years

And sooner or later
one member might stray
but with a foundation
They will find there way

Because it's the family
that is there to mend
whatever life throws you
They're there til the end

So if you've been angered
by Mom or by Dad
Or was it a sibling
that made you so mad?

Just try to remember
If all else is gone
It's family that stays there
to help keep you strong

So, no, we cant choose
who are family will be
God is our guide there
He alone can only see

He hand picks the ones
for us will be best
Then leaves it to us
to work out the rest

Each has  to nurture
the new ones to come
to love them and teach them
that "Family" is one

Look close at your child,
your Mom or your Dad
Hold on to your Sister
and brother, Be Glad!

Don't take for granted
this gift that is true
For these are the gifts
That God did give you.

Cher 4/2002

Reference

It seems at times,
That it's almost surreal.
The times that bring joy,
the moments we steel.

I often have thought...
'If only I knew
of some way to harness
all that I've been through'.

If I could just save it
lined up on a shelf,
And look back whenever
I look at my self.

To look back at reference
and learn from the past.
Events all in order,
Each message to last.

I'd savor each moment,
The good and bad too
For, all this I grow with
so I can start new.

Emotions forgotten,
discarded with haste,
is loosing a memory
too precious to waste.

  If I could just keep them
all straight in a line
each one in it's place
for it's moment in time

I'd pick out the ones
most special to me
and use it to help me
in times I cant see.

The ones that bring pain,
I will use them too
to teach me and guide me,
That's what I would do.

But I've learned, the "line up"
is already there
Life did that for me,
to reflect, if I dare

So, no need to harness
what's already there
the memoires are with me
No lessons to spare.

For all that I am
and all I will be
is born in the "Reference"
Already in me.

<Cher 4-2002>

Tears

The Tears start out inside me,
conceived inside my heart.
They come to life within my eyes,
That's where it all does start.

They're born unto a journey,
they fall but from my lash.
But as they fall, it's in my heart,
that's where they leave a gash.

And down my cheek they travel
to leave a trail of pain
and further still, they reach my lips,
I taste them there like rain.

Onward still they're rolling,
till from my chin they fall.
They drop onto my pillow,
they burn it, case and all

Tiny drops of fire,
disguised like streams of rain.
A mark of deep emotion,
a sign that there is pain,

Or maybe it was joy
or sentiment, or pride,
that brought to life the tears in me.
The ones I just cant hide.

Each drop tells a story of,
despair, or joy or fear,
So never underestimate,
The power in a tear.

<Cher 4-2002>

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