FOR CARLA
Third gray day,
blowing rain,
plummeting temps.
Even so,
down my hill,
stalwart trees laugh and
shake their golden heads,
resplendent in
glorious garb.
One day when
I awaken to
barren branch,
I’ll be warmed by
memory of
her
courageous
dance.
She celebrates in
loftier climes
today.
In Memory of
A Courageous Woman of God
Carla Belinda Thomasson
August 12, 1952 — November 22, 2013
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life.
The one who believes in me will live, even though they die;
John 11:25
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I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.
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Exquisite!
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Thank you. I consider that a gold star from my accomplished poet friend!
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What a poet you are, Dorothy! A crown-like tribute to your friend. Beautiful. Heart-felt.
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So lovely!
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Thank you. Those trees have been shining on the gray landscape all week.
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