Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

April 29, 2006

Today’s announcements

I would like to bring to your attention that Mary Dees is the cousin of Debra Shiveley, and White Shoulders is a poem about Debra.

Now onto the good stuff!

Animal awareness series, endorsed by Shiloh and Hank Baker our mascots; all stories must be endorsed by these very special dogs.

The Foot of the Cross    

 Jeanie Frodsham

We were living in a one-room cabin in Alaska.  We had four dogs, two cats and a pony.  We built a pen for the two large dogs, (half German Shepard and half Irish Setter).  I had just about two more hammers to put in the last nail but I was getting exhausted and decided to let it go.  One day my husband was away working and I took my daughter to the village for a pot luck.  I left early and went home.  I found one of the dogs, Star, hung on the nail by her choke chain.  I ran to the neighbor's house and he came, took Star down and buried her.  I was filled with such guilt, it was overwhelming!  I didn't know what to do.  That night I went outside where it was peaceful and prayed.  God told me this is the reason his son came down, to take our sins with him on the cross.  He told me to leave my guilt at the foot of the cross and leave it there.  I did.  I learned to never leave something undone that might harm someone or something.  I learned the importance of the foot of the cross.  I believe Star is in heaven and puts her front paws up on Jesus lap and gives him a lick like she did us.

Jeanie Frodsham

fjfrog@charter.net

Today’s Queue Stories

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 ~ The Cursed ~
Joyce C. Lock
Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet
before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord:
And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children,
and the heart of the children to their fathers,
lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.

Malachi 4:5-6

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My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work.  John 4:34

I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat.



I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land.  Selah.  Psalm 143:6

I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink.



These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.  Hebrews 11:13

I was a stranger, and ye took me not in.



For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.  For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven: If so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked.  2 Cor. 5:1-3

I was naked, and ye clothed me not.



Hope deferred maketh the heart sick ... Proverbs 13:12  Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.  James 5:14

I was sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst, and are naked,

and are buffeted, and have no certain dwellingplace.

1 Cor. 4:11

Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?  Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?  Isaiah 58:6-7

When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels

with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: And before

him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one

from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And

he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.

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Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand,
Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire,
prepared for the devil and his angels ...


Inasmuch as ye did it not to one
of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
And these shall go away into everlasting punishment:
but the righteous into life eternal.

Matthew 25:31-33, 41, 45-46

© 2005 by Joyce C. Lock

http://www.angelslight.org/joycepoem.html

http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

Poetry Section

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"White Shoulders"

Mary Dees

The scent so subtle,

I knew she was about.

The Lady from the City,

Was in my gradma's house.

She must be famous, I thought -

Her hair looked so pretty.

Her nails were so clean,

And her words seemed so witty.

I stared around the corner,

As I wished that I could go,

Where ever she came from;

I remember wanting to know.

Her earrings would sparkle;

Her skin was so fair.

Her smile shown like the birds,

With their first flight in the air.

I remember walking by her,

To see if she would speak,

To this boyish little girl,

Who lived on 6th street.

"There you are Mary,"

How have you been?

"Hello"; I then doubted,

While grabbing my chin.

Running away swiftly,

The back door then slammed.

I ran to my house;

I ran and I ran.

I tugged on my mom's shirt,

After forging through my door.

"Who is that lady at Granny's?"

I've seen her before.

"She is our cousin,”

My mother had said.

She is Reva's girl.

I call her Deb.

Wow! We are related?

I thought I would burst.

Remembering that day,

I was so proud that it hurt.

Today, now that I'm grown,

I have found this to be true,

Her name is Debra,

And she cares for me too.

By Mary M. Dees

marlena7694@yahoo.com

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Life So Profound

Mary Dees

Was I so hard to find,

Or did you even look?

I can see it in your eyes,

I can read you like a book.

Don’t you hate it that I know you?

And you can’t even figure me out.

Your chances have been taken,

“And I’m all filled up with doubt”.

Sorry, I’m not a little girl anymore,

Hell, I even have one of my own.

One thing is true; one thing is true;

A mother is a bed of roses unsown.

Never getting to bask in the glory,

She takes it – damn she does!

She wipes them off, kisses them too,

And always makes time for a hug.

Hell yes strong – you remember that!

Unbreakable, thanks to you!

She waits no more – she can soar!

You are the unmover – unmoved.

Live with yourself – God help you,

It must be lonely there.

Beg of me forgiveness,

But my grief will still the air.

Cold? Well forgive me,

I have learned from the very best.

Absence is the only virtue,

You have shown that you posses.

I know that you may struggle now,

Yes, now that you have your life.

If you mind now - forget it,

I will not pay your price!

I’m learning to forgive you,

Although I just can’t forget.

Even though I don’t wish to resent you,

Sometimes that is all that I have left.

The gifts are free where love wishes to be.

You could have chosen that this time.

If I wasn’t an angel in your presence,

And a misfit in your mind.

I could go on forever

And I could remember you,

Picking up “Just “ my brothers,

Dad, I was only two.

My dream of you has been wasted;

Because you left me far behind.

I was beautiful and untainted,

See what you have done to my mind.

Catch you on the next train,

Maybe we’ll both go down.

Since death is such a required thing,

And life is so profound.

Mary Dees

marlena7694@yahoo.com

Mary M Dees resides in Ohio with her two children. She wrote her first poem at age 13 and has been writing ever since. She currently works as a hair dresser but has had a lifetime interest in poetry. She also likes to dabble in interior design.

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Senior Writers

Chief writer: Sharon Bryant

Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Goodier, Steve; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy;

Wainland, David; Westerfer, Clara; White Robert;

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