I Love You

Lake Rotoma, the last in a pageant of fern lined lakes on the road to Whakatane. I love you. Say it to your loved one. Say it to your children. Say it to God. The most 'said' three words in the dictionary but can it ever be said enough?

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The Search
My Daughter
You - My Friend
Brothers Song

all day I searched for you,
pursuing your image in mountains,
rivers, caves and clouds,
seeing but not seeing you
in wild and windswept places,
on open roads and deep city streets.

Beloved, I listened for your voice
in falling rain and the sound of birds,
hearing, yet not hearing you in children's laughter.
I followed your footsteps through a desert.
I called you by all the names of love I knew.
Recklessly, I squandered my heart
for a glimpse of you in a familiar face;
but even there you remained hidden.

Beloved, all day I sought you,
and you eluded me.
In my hunger I sifted through prayers,
pressing words and phrases on my tongue
for some taste of your presence.
Where were you?

By the close of the day I had not found you.
I'd traveled to the edge of expectation and was tired.
My voice was stilled, my hunger self-consumed.
In that hour of calm between light and dark,
I entered a silence and rested.
And you came to me!

Lovelier than loveliness,
finer than fine,
you came with the suddenness of light
and the swiftness of laughter,
surprising me to tears
with the sound of my name.
(Why did I think you had left me?)
Then gently you led me to the garden
and we walked in the cool of the evening
as we did those other times.


Joy Cowley

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My girl I pray, though at times you doubt me,
Think this one thought unto the end about me.
I, as your mother, serve no selfish pleasure;
You and your interests are my dearest treasure.

It's not to kill your happiness I check you;
I know how swiftly storms may come to wreck you.
I hold you back, not merely to enslave you;
I cause you grief from greater grief to save you.

You'll live to walk with skillful men and women;
People who could do things, which I could never.
But my daughter know this, though others charm you,
I am the one friend who will never harm you.

I will not hurt you, wrong you, deceive you;
I will not take all you give and leave you.
I may seem sterner, far more than others do;
but there's no one living loves you more than I do.

My girl I asked but this when e're you doubt me;
always remember this one fact about me.
With all my little faults and whims you've noted:
I am your friend, unselfish, your mother devoted.


Author Unknown

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When the loud voice of condemnation
Roared through my head,
And the still whisper of God
Could not be heard,
He sent You with a word.

When stillness eluded me,
And no hand could touch me,
Coldness inside of me,
With no arms to hold me,
He sent You to enfold me.

When darkness surrounded me,
No light these eyes could see,
When in pain and confusion,
I called out to be free,
He sent You to comfort me.

So now we walk arm in arm,
Speaking heart to heart - my friend and I,
Always knowing deep inside,
That he designed,
He assigned,
You - my friend indeed.


Maureen Gedge
"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity."
(Proverbs 17:17)"

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Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labour pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute.

But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labour. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.

Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her", he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.

Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed."

The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing.

In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray."

Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart."

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms".

Michael's little sister began to relax as rest - healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..."

The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home.

Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.


Oasis Productions

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M    is for moments of love shared each day

A    is for always together we'll stay

R    is for rings a token to see

R    remembering the promise between you and me

 I    is ideals we believe to be true

A    is agreement in the things that we do

G    is for God the one who entwines

E    is for eternity


Maureen Gedge
"Jacob served seven years to get Rachel, but they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her."
(Genesis 29:20)"

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