The Winds Of Change

By Karen Christie Zoller

Many of the poems in this collection delve into the painful journey I once undertook, a period marked by the struggle to discover my true identity. The verses vividly reflect this ongoing quest for self-awareness.

Occasionally, I ponder whether, had I

• Language: English
• Publisher: Best Book Wrtiers
• Release date: Mar 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869236937

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PROLOGUE

Many of the poems in this collection delve into the painful journey I once undertook, a period marked by the struggle to discover my true identity. The verses vividly reflect this ongoing quest for self-awareness.

Occasionally, I ponder whether, had I not chosen the path I did, I would have become the person I am today. It's a universal struggle that we all grapple with.

Through sharing my long and arduous journey, I aspire to impart strength to you, encouraging you to persevere despite the stumbling blocks that may be placed in your way.

WHAT IS A HERO

A hero is one who takes action;

his deeds expect no reward.

A hero does not want attention;

his honor is his sword.

A hero knows his own mind;

his thoughts are his very own.

A hero tries hard to be kind;

though his kindness may never be known.

A hero never shows he is weak;

his courage is his honor.

A hero does not need to speak;

His deeds are those of valor.

A hero knows not a lie;

his conscience is his pride.

A hero would gladly die;

his fears are kept inside.

A hero never shows fear;

his respect for others is known.

A hero may shed a tear;

but his tears are never shown.

This is a hero to me!

This poem is dedicated to my brother, Bruce Michael Christie. He served proudly in the Vietnam War in the 11th Armored Calvary and the 11th Air Calvary, Blackhorse Division, from 1969 until 1971. He made a promise to return home to his family and did. He was a hero then and remains one to this day.

THE MAJESTIC SNOWFLAKE

As I sat all alone in a world of dismay

I wished how I wished it would all go away.

The world had gone dark, it was no longer bright

or was it just that I had shut out the light.

I ran from the house and sat down on the ground

It was so quiet and peaceful there was not a sound.

I looked in the sky to the Lord up above

And whispered, Send me, oh send me a sign of your love.

"Has everything in this world turned to mold

or is there by chance beauty left to behold?"

Then, all of a sudden, I felt a slight breeze

It smelled of fresh dew and rustled the trees.

It brought back memories of the beginning of Spring

and melted my heart to what April would bring.

I looked up again to the stars in the sky,

and a small burning light took hold of my eye.

It descended down at a fluttering pace

until it was almost in front of my face.

Could there be a snowflake at this time of the year

I shook my head twice to make sure it was clear.

It moved gently downward to rest on my hand

and sparkled and glittered like soft golden sand.

This majestic snowflake gave such a gleam

It was much to beautiful to be only a dream!

It was hard after my mother passed away to keep

going on. My best friend left, and depression

was winning.

I got down on my hands and knees and wept, asking

the Lord to take the pain from me.

I fell asleep and had a dream in it was

a majestic snowflake with colors hard to

imagine in our world.

No two snowflakes are alike, and no one is like my mom.

I woke the next morning, and the burden had been

lifted.

I knew where she was and who was with her, and one

day we would be together again.

The Majestic Snowflake is dedicated to my mother, Joyce Corine Christie. Though she is in heaven with our Lord, her soul lives on, leaving a majestic feeling of abundant love here on Earth. I have no words to say how much I miss my Mother.

The Majestic Snowflake is about a dream I had while grieving for my Mom. In the dream, Our Lord showed me where she was. It was a place so beautiful it is beyond words.

REFLECTIONS

Look at me, look into the reflection

For I molded you with hands of perfection.

We look alike I made you from my image

So, look into the reflection

Tell me what you see

Talk to me, I know your mind before you speak

You have lost faith

Did I not give glory to the rose?

I created the Earth

I made the sun to warm your face,

The luminous glitter of the stars,

A moon to give you light in the dark.

It's a showplace, the lilies of the valley,

The splendor of the rivers, streams, and lakes,

The Oceans, Seas, Mountains, and plains.

I was content

All this beauty I made for you.

When my spirit finished, I was in awe...

Being flawless, I placed you in it.

I gave myself

I gave more to you than to any other creation

But when you look into the reflection

I hear you say: I am not as beautiful as the rose.

You must believe it. Look at me, look closely

I will tell you that I disagree

You must have faith in me

No, you are not quite like the rose

But your eyes have the radiant color of the sky

They sparkle like stars in the dark of night

Your cheeks have a touch of the rose.

You are more like a rainbow

Your smile emits a dazzling array of colors

Like the warm rays of the Sunshine

It gives warmth to those around you

Believe in yourself

I gave you the wisdom to keep on learning

A conscience to know right from wrong

I gave you a heart to love and forgive

You have life, my most treasured gift

Unlike the rose that sways in the wind

I gave you a soul, an identity

I will never abandon you, I love you

Look into the reflection

If you love me as I love you

YOU WILL SEE YOURSELF IN MY REFLECTION.....

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COME HITHER

I am ripe for the taking,

wanting you closer to me.

Aching all over for the need

of your tender touch.

I moan deeply for your soft lips

and moist tongue to explore

my hidden treasures.

Oh, yes, begin softly as always

As your moaning increases

The need becomes stronger