Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)
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Age old question....Why am I here?

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Sometimes I sit and ponder Lord
"Why have you put me here?"
What great gifts do I have to offer"
None come to mind I fear
I was never a brilliant Scientist
Laboring to discover a cure
Nor am I a gifted Poet
Producing great literature
I'm not a learned Physician
With the power to save lives
Nor a Soldier in battle
Striving to survive
What was your Master Plan
When you chose to give me life?
Am I destined to live it forever
A victim of pain and strife?
When will my burdens be lifted?
Will I ever be free?
Lord, help me to understand
Why you have chosen me
 
Copyright2003 Beatrice Boyle
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© 2009 Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)


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Please excuse my tag,but your work moved me to do so as my reply...Thank You for sharing this with us.

What Choice ?
Our path is often long and difficult indeed,
our life is often told in the stories that we read,
our paths are often chosen by the lives that we lead,
Our path is often long and difficult indeed,
when it is our own time,God will show us what we need...
our paths will often cross,and sometimes even toss,
some friends we will need others will cry and try to bleed
some will give a hand out while others will always need,
Our path is often long and difficult indeed,
when it is in our own time,God will call the Angel he needs...
LonelySoul

Posted 15 Years Ago


Beautiful. I often wonder the same thing. Very nice writing.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on February 26, 2009

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Beatrice Boyle  (Grandma Bea)
Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)

Woodcliff Lake, NJ



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Hi from Grandma Bea. I am 81 yrs. young and have been writing for the last 25 years or so. My whole world consists of classical music, Opera ( I was a classicaly trained Soprano, singing Opera, Broa.. more..

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