Poems and Prayers

By Ruth Stambach

Poems and Prayers is a collection of poems and prayers written over most of my lifetime. Please enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503577879

Ruth Stambach

Ruth Stambach was born in York, Pennsylvania the daughter of Jerome and Pauline Stambach. She graduated from Lebanon Valley College, Penn State University, and United Theological Seminary. Most of her working life was spent in New Mexico as a teacher in a United Methodist Mission School named McCurdy. Later in life, she was able to accomplish her childhood dream of becoming a “peecher” as she would say in “childese”. Both parents were ordained elders in the church. She now lives at the Otterbein Lifestyle Community in Lebanon, Ohio. Nicole Stambach was adopted by her mother Ruth Stambach. She graduated from Northmont High School and the Joint Vocational School in Dayton, Ohio. She has worked as a nursing assistant.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

My Love of Poerty

A Morning on the Porch with the Birds

A Psalm

Clown

Doxology on a Spring Day

Fickle Me

How Can I Lose My Shoes?

I Am a Cottonwood Tree

I Sigh

Is This the Garden of Eden?

It’s Time to Wake up:

Let All Nature Sing Gloria de Dios

Memories of the Moon

My Alma Mater

My Psalm

My Tree – The Seasons of Life

Ode To A Desert Flower

Old Man Noah

Old Pedernal

Scribblers Scribble

Sighs for Spring

Springtime

Sunday Morning Prayer with the Choir

Blessed Night

The Ancient Ones

The Beauty of the

Purple Petunia

Big Mushroom

The Boy Named Year

The Lamb Lost Her Mamma

The Lily of the Valley

The Pinks and the Purples

The River of My Life

The Silver Trail

Songs Of Chimayo

The Steeple

The Sunflowers

The Wading Bird

Thoughts on a Sunday Morning

Three Limericks

To Sing

Under the Bridge

Walls

What Shall I Write?

Will This Bondage Never Cease?

Whispers Of Evening

Who Are You, God?

Written for Chapel at McCurdy

You Are My Friend

NICOLE’S SECTION

POEMS FROM A

QUESTING MIND

O Child of God’s

He Gives So much Love

Whoever Believe in Me

How I The Rainy Days

The Great King

Is This Hell?

Let Me Die oh Lord

Summer Days by n. s

The Wind

Try agin

Friends are forever!

My Frist Dance

When I think of You

Why Did You Have to Die?

I was lying in Bed

My Dream

Are You with Me

I’m Here if You Need Me n.s.

The Sky

The Beauty of the Sky

Keep me strong oh Lord

I’m Lost

O Lord Where I’m I Going

Thanks God

The Waves of Wisdom

What Is Going to Happen to Me?

A Simple Love by p.b.

Will you ever for give me

Nicole problems

I want to thank the Scribblers, a small group here at Otterbein

Lebanon Retirement Facility, where I live, for inspiring me to write.

We meet weekly - sometimes we read

something new and sometimes

we read an old one.

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Most of what I have written here has been written for that group.

We all enjoy listening to what we have written.

I hope you enjoy the poems I have

included here.

My Love of Poerty

January 2007

Poetry has been near and dear to my heart for a long time. The earliest I remember was when I was walking home from school. Upon hearing a different noise, I waxed poetic.

’Tis winter, but it seems like spring,

As I go down the road singing,

’Tis beautiful as I look around

O’er the green field I hear a sound.

It might be the wind blowing

Or a dog barking.

These famous words were penned – probably the spring of my fifth or sixth grade. I was walking the half mile on the narrow dirt road leading home from the one-room school I attended. I had already passed Bert Henderson’s house when I heard the noise that inspired the poem. The memory includes not just the sound, but also the jubilant feeling of spring in the air.

Spring, summer, fall and winter,

Each, in turn, an awesome winner.

Now I look and see the snow,

Soon the tulips stand in