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Eileen C. Peters' Book of Poems

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Section 2

 

 

April Day

The day is gray,
The rain is drizzle.
My spirits droop,
My hair is fizzle

 

The air is cool,
The day is glum.

Where is the rule
We can't have sun?

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '85. Written in Winchester, VA.

 

 

 

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Heritage

Today, being Monday, is wash-day.
The stack must be blown at the mill --
Check which way the wind might be blowing.

 

The laundry is hung and it's boiled white.
Not a spot can be seen anywhere --
But pity the folks on the other side
Taking laundry down in despair.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '85. Written in Winchester, VA.


Remember how my father always waited until the wind blew away from West Soleraton Hill, to blow the stocks, so the soot wouldn't soil my mother's laundry which was always hung out in the backyard.

"Other side" means the other side of the creek and the mill. The creek was Deckers Creek. The mill was the American Sheet and Tinplate Co. Mill where my dad and Uncle were employed. Aunt Ada also. This photo is about 2/3rd size of the whole mill. Uncle Buck & George went to Baltimore & found work at Bethlehem Steele. We finally went to Baltimore also amp; Dad worked in the ship yard. E.

 

 

 

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True Friends

Some friends are false,
Some are true --
Some are old,
And some are new,

 

There on the shelf
Some ever stand,
Open-faced at my command.
Never changing,
Ever ready,
Ever fresh --
Staunch and steady.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: Written in Winchester, VA.

My love of books from about age 12 - on. E.

 

 

 

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My Shield

The winds of life with strong blast blow,
From vale to mountain top.
Circumstances 'round me spin,
Whirlwinds that never stop.

 

How I rejoice, there's One who rules,
Who shields me from the blast.
He steps between the storm and me
As long as ill winds last.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: 3-7-1986. Written in Winchester, VA.

Living with & caring for Aunt Ada. (My Mother's sisters & husband). Ada & Brooks Cottrill in Winchester, VA. E.

 

 

 

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Grateful Heart

How lovely is the springtime,
How wondrous is my Lord,
Who makes the beauty everywhere appear.

 

How gorgeous are the colors.
How dewy is the bud.
And, I, created seeing and aware.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: This verse came to me while driving on my way to church. I pulled over to the side of the road to jot my thoughts on paper so I wouldn't forget. E.

 

 

 

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Christmas

 

Once again we cheer the season.
And our eyes on high are raised,
Just as ancient shepherds worshiped-
So our hearts are filled with praise

 

And an Magi gifts presented,
So our hearts are given to Him
As we review this old, old story -
Find Christmas peace and joy within.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '86. Written in Winchester, VA.

 

 

 

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God's Love

 

We heard God's love like thunder
from the mount called Sinai
And the loving kind assurance
to the thief about to die,
Upon the Mount of Blessing
we heard out-poured his love.
And the Father's love to Jesus
appearing as a dove.
We recall His loving care
to those eight within the ark
His love shown to the lepers
and to those who lived in dark
We saw His loving care for Mary
on that Friday afternoon,
And how He sent His love in fire
to that special upper room.
But nothing can compare to love
expressed to you and me,
Displayed in all its depth and
fulness at a place called Calvary

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: Inspired by S. S. (Sabbath School) Lesson. 1989.

 

 

 

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Our World

 

Our world twirls 'round and 'round in space,
Use your marker, mark our place --
Our place in God's great scheme or things

 

How long, my friend, shall our time last?
Most of the time is in the past.
Are you prepared for what time brings?
Dear soul, prepared for heavenly things?

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '86.

 

 

 

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Historical

 

Historical is a family tree,
But highly over-rated,
Our ancestors mix and merge --
I've proved, we're all related

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: Working on genealogy. E.

 

 

 

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Love

 

April with it's lavish glory
Crowns the green with colors rare,
Clouds and sunshine vie together
Briefly in and out the lair.

 

How tempestuous, how dramatic
Bursts the bud, the splash of rain,
Thunder rumbles then bursts sunshine,
Bringing freshness in its train.

 

Our Creator gave us wisdom,
Knows our stature, knows our frame,
Not beholden, yet so caring, Sends the blossom and the grain.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '86. Just love Springtime. E.

 

 

 

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Christmas (2)

 

What is Christmas without Christ --
And December without snow?
What is life without our Lord,
And our homes with love aglow?
Season's smells and smiles and carols -
Bring a-fresh his love to know.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: '86.

 

 

 

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Judgment

 

On the great white throne sat the Ancient of Days
And there were thousands of angels fair.
In my rags how diminished I was to their gaze
'Mid the glory and splendor there.
I was seized with a trembling and quaking and fear
Where the Ancient of Days fixed His eyes so clear - -
And a wondrous thing happened there.

 

As I stood in my nakedness, guilt and shame,
A nail-scared hand reached out.
Then I heard a soft voice saying, "I'll take the blame"
And His robe then wrapped me about.
And the searching eyes of Eternal God
Searched the vaulted spaciousness there,
Then his eyes glowed with love and He gave a nod,
It was Christ, only, He saw standing there.

 

Then I thought of the garden of suffering and pain,
As it were, drops of blood He shed there,
And the cross where the Lamb of God was slain --
When He thought God wasn't aware.
Oh, Almighty Father, how great is Thy love,
And the love of Thy Blessed Son.
How deficient my reverence, and lacking my love, But my life and devotion You've won.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: 1988.

 

 


 

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Our Pioneers

 

Do you hear the drum beat
Of the step of many feet,
Marching, marching, marching as they go?
See how they hold the banner
In a bold and fearless manner,
Marching for our Lord with faces all a-glow?

 

Can you see the faces,
These men of measured paces, Praying, crying, laughing as they go?
See the resolution fearless,
Their endurance counted peerless,
And they bid us follow, follow here below.

 

Yes, I hear the drum beat
And the sound of many feet.
There are many faithful, loving pioneers.
Men whose courage, strength and honor,
Decided fortitude to conquer
Inspires faith and valor, hope, and sometimes tears.

 

Oh, do you hear the drum beat?
And can you hear the heart beat?
Calling us to measure up and strongly to endure?
They have called us to steadfastness,
To bold integrity to last us
Until out Captain greets us on that shining, distant shore.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: For Mary Luttrell and the Junior class. '88

 

 

 

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Gethsemene To Calvary

 

Lord, from the dust of the ground You molded me
And I just couldn't rise from the miry clay
As I struggled from sin's hold to be set free,
Till one day on my knees I saw Calvary.
From my frivolous life where I danced with glee,
I fell on my knees and saw Calvary.

 

Then Something whispered to me in that place,
"You need perception, so come follow Me,
Take the scales from your eyes and you'll see Hell and Grace,
In a garden that's called Gethsemene --
To a blood-strained rock near an olive tree.
To the suffering there in Gethsemen."

 

I looked at the rock and the blood and the tears,
I saw scars in the earth made by Your knees,
Where Your anguished crys still rebounds down the years,
And I shivered and trembled -- how could it be,
That my Lord could care, --nay, could so love me?
That my Lord in His agony still love me?

 

I'm fee from the filthy rags that I wore,
Delivered from all that mud and stain,
Because of that day of decision you bore
That awful dark day of decision and pain
You bore in the Garden Gethsemene--
Where Gethsemen led You to Calvary.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: 1988. Ps. 51:5. E.

 

 

 

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Farewell

 

Farewell to this world, my heart is not here.
My heart yearns out and beyond this sphere,
To the Father, to Jesus, to streets paved with gold,
My heart lies in heaven, not here in this world.

 

When I think of this world my heart skips a beat.
I think of so many who live on the street.
There are innocent victims and streets paved with drugs.
Corruption, pollution, chemicals, thugs.

 

Farewell to this world? My mind leaps ahead --
How many are warned Christ lived, died and bled?
Lord, give me the courage to hunt and to seek
Those whose fortitude fails, where life is so cheap.

 

Farewell to my poor lukewarm, careless mein.
Farewell to my lassitude, langour and gain.
Lord, fill me with fervor and Thy patient love,
That souls can be won for Your heaven above.

-Eileen Conley Peters

 

Note: Apologies to Robert Burns '88. Burns wrote of his "heart in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer".

 

 

 

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