Dreamland

I see you in the mists of my dreams,

You're always right there.

Even if you can't be with us daily,

Each and every night we share.

Your faces seem faint -

Somewhat of a blur.

But it's definitely you -

That, I'm very sure.

We never meet eye to eye,

A painful fact, upon which I dwell.

But within the realms of dreamland,

We know each other very well.

Once you were here with us,

Before that life did end -

I know we'll finally meet again

I just don't know when.

So for now, my Dear Sweet Babies,

I'll see you every night.

I love you My Precious Ones -

And I'll see you again in God's light.

by:   Deborah J Coster   (that's  Just Me Granny D)

Imperfection?

A change is needed
in our perception
Of God's true
life conception.
Life isn't about
perfection -
That's Satan's
clever deception.
Life is having
a real connection
To God -
with clear reception.
Afterall, are not
imperfections
Just bigoted
misconceptions?


by  Deborah j Coster  (that's  Just Me Granny D)

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Just Me Granny D

Peace

Peace
- an abstract concept
or a realistic goal?
Ask any amongst us
who've suffered hatred's toll.
Is it possible to find
a place to dwell,
where peace is prevalent
instead of war's hell?
The first place to search
is within one's heart -
if you find love not hatred
you've made a good start.
We know within our souls,
peace is only found
where mutual respect
and God's love abound.
So let love and respect
shine from your soul;
and life's hatred problems
will stop claiming their toll.

 by   Deborah J Coster  (that's Just Me Granny D)

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Harden My Heart, O Lord!

Harden my heart, O Lord,
That I may truly experience
the miraculous wonder
of they blessings.
For my heart is so soft,
and is aching with
the pain and torment
which surrounds me.
Such suffering and loss
overpowers my senses
and malignantly seeps
through to my soul.

Embrace my heart, O Lord
let my spirit soar
with wonder and love
and see past today
to the miraculous end.
Keep me ever mindful
each of us learn
and grow through our
trials and tribulations.
I know we must tread
through turmoil, to reach
peace at the end.

Protect my heart, O Lord,
that the harshness of life
does not diminish the value
I place on the many
blessings bestowed upon me.
Allow me to see and feel
the joys and the love
thy blessings do intend.
Don't let me get mired down
in the pits of depression.
Allow your love to shine
through me to help others.

Amen

by  Deborah J Coster  ( that's Just Me Granny D)

The Lone Tree

If only that lone tree
could speak aloud to me,
I'm sure he'd tell a story
of years of standing in glory,
And once being a part of a grove
before people and cars did rove,
Of picnics at his feet
as sweethearts came to meet,
And children swinging into the sky
from him limbs way up high,
Of fruit held at his fingertips
just waiting to grace one's lips,
Now memories of gone-by days
before man's super highways.
For today, alone he does stand
on a narrow strip of land,
With lanes of asphault on each side
yet the lone tree-
             maintains his pride.

---by Deborah J Coster (that's Just Me Granny D)

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Just Me Granny D

A Dove Named Daydream

A dove named Daydream visited with me today
and told me the story, or at least what they say,
about how he got his name and how he came to be.
"Twas that God needed a symbol for all mankind to see,
to renew dreams of peace - that symbol is me.
For upon my wings are daydreams of peace, love, and harmony.
Peace of Earth is man's dream, God's promise for above,
I bring that dream to mind, as well as God's love.
So I am named Daydream for dreams of a better day."
And with dreams filling my mind, he went upon his way.

--- by Deborah J Coster ( that's Just Me Granny D)
-----copyrighted 2003


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Just Me Granny D

Descension

In the depths of the night,
While the moon sleeps soundly
And skeletons hidden within the mind
Threaten your spirit profoundly;
It's then the descension begins,
As privacy proves not a friend,
Rather a stage for snarling shadows
Which arise, refusing to rescind.
Worry, doubt, confusion, panic, fear--
All shadows emerging in the night,
Mocking the soul's pitiful cries
With each piercingly rabid bite.
Trapped within a mental quagmire,
The skeletal shadows of the past
Pull you further and further
Within their torturous grasp.
One more soul mentally ill
Descends to the Portals of Hell.
Will your mind and soul be saved?
Only time and God can tell.

-- by Deborah J Coster
   (thats Just Me - Granny D)

--Copyrighted and Published in 2002