The Brilliance From a Diamond

Debbie is a jewel. I am not yet sure which kind – but I know she is a jewel. Probably a diamond – with a brilliance that outshines all the rest around her. From her shines so many things. Debbie is one of our friends.

A few years ago she husband passed away – he was a friend of mine as well. It has been hard to say the least. Then in these interim years her son Jason lost his eyesight due to a diabetic conditions that he has. Today with other problems he sits in a wheel chair. But from that wheel chair he has built a new life. Again he shines something like his mother does… with a new brilliance. Again another jewel.

With that short introduction I am printing these poems that she just wrote. She told me to publish them under ‘anonymous’. I told her, “Sorry Debbie – they are yours and people need to know that.” She replied, “Oh Okay…” weakly agreeing with me.

~ Pastor Murray Lincoln ~

Peace – Strength – Security
By Debbie Dagg

1.) What gives you Peace? – My Faith
Peace is a presence in my body and soul,
Without it my life would just never be whole.
I search and wander but faith is my key,
Without God in my hearty I just never would see.

The great wonders of life and the stillness of death,
From the birth of a baby, to a loved one’s last breath.
Faith is a vessel that leads to the light,
So peace can be felt in the darkness of night.

2.) What gives you Strength? – My children
Strength is my anchor to hold on to and rest,
When the seas are too choppy; I‘m not at my best.
My love for my children is my strength and my guide,
When emotions flow over with much turmoil inside.

My strength comes and goes as each day moves along,
Giving birth to my children is what keeps me so strong.
They’re the one thing I did in my life that was good,
To hurt them or leave them; I never ever would.

3.) What gives you security? My writing
Security is a measure we need to survive,
A hug or a blanket; a way of feeling alive.
My poems are my outlet, my emotions are there,
My words open doors and my heart is laid bare.

I can’t see when they’re inside but on a page,
My pencils my wand and my papers my stage.
It’s my way of coping and my way to heal,
My emotions are many and my feelings are real.

My Garden of the Future
By Debbie Dagg

I begin at the first with nothing at all,
But a patch of old grass and some dirt in a ball.
I till all the soil with a fork and a spade,
I now form the earth to get just the right grade.

I place down the edge with a plan in my mind,
I pick out small rocks and all the weeds that I find.
I fertilize it well and I water with care,
Now all the flowers I buy; seems that springs in the air.

Brilliant colours of pink, yellow, coral and blue,
Wines of bright green and purplish hue.
I plant them with love and a summer to see,
My wonderful garden, my future and me.


Symptoms
By Debbie Dagg

Grief is a symptom of Loss,
Loss is symptom of Death,
Death is a symptom of Life,
Life is a symptom of Birth,
Birth is a symptom of God,
God is a symptom of Love,
Love is a symptom of Grief.