JustPlainSandi

first read this poem in the 80's and kept in on my fridge for years.

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Who am I?

Write me!

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The Lord's Prayer

Some Day He's Coming

Whose Father is He?

Name Above All Names

It's in the Relationship

Thy Will be Done

More Devotionals

He Keeps His Word

In His Time

Love for Eternity

All Means All

The Sound Barrier

Clean as You Go

Climbing

Follow the Manual

What Color is Your Paint?

Life is Like ...

The Virtuous Woman

A Gem Worth Finding

Simply Trusting

Love Is...

Willing Hands

Spend Wisely

Sleepyhead She Ain't

Consider This

A Real Workout

As if Unto The Lord

The Virtuous Woman - 2

Producing the Right Fruit

No Darkness

To Have and to Hold

The Helping Hand

Consider the Lilies

Build Him Up

He Weaves His Purpose

He Dresses Me

No Pretense

The Virtuous Woman - 3

The Words of My Mouth

Be Careful Little Mouth

Let's Go Fly a Kite

Who Toots Your Horn?

To the Glory of Praise

An Excellent Woman of God

Beautiful Woman of God

No Bitter Pills

Devotionals

Playing Futile Games

Standing in Peace

Peace Lies Within Me

Up, Up and Away

Single Minded

In the Beginning

Just Imagine

Amazing Grace

Free

We are Ambassadors

I Can See You!

Poems

I Sat Upon A Rock

The Piper

After a While

Two Boxes

For Your Heart

Laughter

Grab a Hanky

Things to Ponder

 
After a While

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn:
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall