Unfolding Journey

By Catherine Weeks

Poetry, like music, is another way to express emotions. The words follow a winding path carrying your feelings along with them. The rhythms speak to your heart and draw you in giving a voice to things you may not know you needed to say.

Life is an unfolding journey of joys and sorrows, confidence and confusion. Unfolding Journey follows those ups and downs in my life. Feelings turned into words. Words given as a gift from our Heavenly Father- words He didn’t intend for me alone.

Let the words He gave sink into your heart. Let them become His words to you. Words to guide and to heal, to bring you to tears or laughter. Make His message part of your unfolding journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Nelson
• Release date: Oct 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781400328246

Catherine Weeks

Writing has been a gift in Catherine Weeks’ life since her elementary school days. Poetry became an expressive outlet for intense emotion. She has been writing an inspirational and edifying newsletter for her church since 2015. Catherine was homeschooled and now teaches her three children at home with the support of her husband. She loves reading, gardening, herbal medicine, drawing, sewing, baking and enjoying God’s creation.

Book preview

Spring Rains

Splashing in puddles, rippling the lake,

Raindrops the earth’s new thirst do slake.

Skipping from clouds, falling from skies

Grey and heavy—Spring heaven denies.

Somber weather belies the new life

Under the earth, ‘neath heavenly strife.

A warm South breeze blows dark clouds away.

The cheerful Chinook makes budding trees sway.

Shyly the sun shows the world her bright face

The cold, biting winter to replace.

Tiny sprouts of joys yet hidden,

Popping up as if God had bidden,

New greens, new hope, washing out pain

Beauty and joy left by Spring rain.

1993

Herald of Gold

Spreading ‘neath the budding trees,

Swaying in a sudden breeze,

Lifting faces made of gold

They are heralds e’er so bold.

Their brazen trumpets loudly ring

Singing about the hope of Spring,

Reaching up to skies of blue,

Gracing the earth so fresh and new.

Sparkling with dew in light of sun

They sing of a time just begun.

The joyful message is everlasting

The messenger is swift in passing.

A time on earth to cheer the eye

Then they go without a sigh,

Leaving a memory, a hope to fulfill—

Listen, for the song of the daffodil.

1993

For What to Pray

When you lift your eyes above

And send your words to God of love,

Do you ask for things of earth,

Things of beauty, objects of worth,

Friends and fortune, power and fame?

Fie are you to pray for such

For they slip quickly from your clutch.

They come, grow, and swiftly depart

Leaving no comfort, no joy at heart.

You must leave empty thought,

Turn from things that come to naught.

Rather, my friend, for faith do pray.

Lord, some wisdom, you should say.

Ask, dear one, for strength of mind.

Understanding, you want to find.

Say to God, "Father dear,

Please, my humble prayer to hear.

Give me, I pray, a heart like Thine

Your love and wisdom to make mine."

The Lord will hear and smile down,

Giving to you, though man may frown.

Everlasting gifts He gives to you,

Blessings for your whole life through.

1993

Ode to Blankie

As I think of my childhood in days of yore,

Reviving the memories I keep in store,

My fond heart often recalls a square

Of cotton faded and smudged with wear.

Its pink and white have seen better days

Its colors are dull, the edges worn away.

I think of times when tears came often,

The little hurts that Blankie would soften.

Often at night I’d wake to find

My solace gone—tragedy in my mind!

No one could rest ‘til it was found

Behind or under me in a mound.

Then, tears dried, my thumb was sucked

And wrapped close my Blankie was tucked.

Then tears and cries would disappear—

I was all right when Blankie was there!

1993

For my friend, Mary Coakley, and her dear