Reflections - My Poetry

Reflections - My Poetry

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Judith Joy
1997©

On September 25, 1997, My beautiful ten-year-old daughter (now twelve) Kirsten and I
were dining out at Colonial Restaurant here in Naperville.
She had her own spiral notebook of poetry with her.
She asked me if I'd write something for her.
"Okay," I replied, taking the book and pulling out my pen.
"Give me a subject . . . any subject."
She thought a moment and said . . .

"Reflections"
To My Darling Kirsten with Love From Mom xoxoxoxo

Reflections

Reflections of my life

I see through your eyes, my child.

I see reflections

Of the child in me

When you look

Into my eyes.

The eyes that have

Seen and known

Many yesterdays

The eyes that see

Many tomorrows yet to be.

All of life I see,

When you and I embrace

Reflections of love.

My 47th Birthday with my 12-yea- old Lovely
May 22, 1999

This page contains my poetry, but before I take you further,
allow me to introduce the child who came through me
as a gift from Heavenly Voices.
For ten years, I prayed for her to come to me.
God wrote the most sacred poem of my life,
and Named her "Kirsten Lee".
I'm grateful for every moment of our precious time together. I
"house her body, but not her soul,
for her soul dwells in the house of tomorrow . . .

11 yrs. old

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Here is Kirsten's Poetry:

10-yrs old

	"Who is Me?"			"My Memories"
	"What is Green?"			"Wind"
	"Cat Hunt"			"My Trip to Hawaii"
	"Falling Leaves"			"Clouds"
	"Get Ready For School"			"If I Had A . . . "
	"Love In The Shadows"			"Summer"
	"Friends"			"Memorial Day"
	"My Mom"			"Love"
	"People Are Like Steps"			"Who To Be?"

My Poetry:

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**Poems on This Page - - -**
	"You, My Friend"
	"Life is a Beach"
	"The Tear"
	"Transformation 101"

More of My Poems - - -

	"Let Me Dance"			"The Day I Died"
	"True Melody"			"Trinity" --- Journal Entry
	"Duet to It"			"Bulb of Mystery"
	"Caged"			"Logs of A Wooded Path"
	"Moonshine"			"Prop Mistress"
	"A Winter Toast"			"Cyber Venus"
	"Choices"			"Lady Upon the Sand"
	"Springtime"			" Intide, Outide, Uptide/down" New!

September, 1997
Introduction

I'll be very honest about the fact that this is a little scary for me. This is a difficult page to approach, but I believe that it is time for me to release more of my core to the world. It's been a heck of a journey; and I will tell you that much of these writings that I plan to share here speak through a very sad and solemn spirit of intense transformational pain. Just in case you don't care to "go there", you know what you're in for if you do decide to continue reading.

I realize the open and often-times cold platform upon which the Internet resides; and am somewhat hesitant to display the most painful of my writings. No, I've never held much back; and I won't begin now.

I've always been very open with my inner thoughts throughout my life. As a pianist who breathes with the instrument of her every expression in performance, I cannot share any less of myself through the words of my soul.

One thing that I have learned about myself through journaling is that when I start getting too close to the raw discomfort, my lighter side perks up and gives me an emotional noogie. This come through as well. To know me is to know a person who deeply cares for other people without question. I am a certified silly person, and my friends who truly know me love the carefree spirit, and ... thank God ... have embraced the broken spirit which continues to seek that Joy for which I have been named.

Judith Joy. That's me. Here I am . . .

July 1973 . . .

My early 20's. Ha! A lifetime ago. I really liked Gary a lot. When we parted, I wrote this; and then composed it's companion piano piece which remains as my signature composition even now, 25 years later.

You, My Friend Sometimes, I need a little help to get by, my friend. Your understanding makes me feel secure, my friend. Your tenderness and kindness make me feel so real. I hope you realize just what you mean to me. 'Cause you're my friend, so true. Sunshine, and all the little kids are going out to play. Clouds could burst as could my heart when I hear you say, You don't need sunshine on a day just like today, With you and me both hand in hand on a beautiful day. That's all the sunshine we could need in any way. Just you, my friend, and me. The glow we share . . . The brightness sheds a light so warm and soft, my friend. The breezes guide us as we sail along, my friend. We journey on with clear skies, feeling free and strong. Together, we are happy as we float along. Life's melody directs us as we sing our song, For you, my friend, and me. The sun is gone. . . It sought a different course, and now has faded away. It's left me here with dark clouds, and the sky has turned grey. Now raindrops blend with tears as brightness drifts away. The cold sweeps in and chills my soul with emptiness. Now patience, time and hope will guide me back ashore. It's through, my friend. No more, no more, no more.

1994 . . .

Life is a Beach I awaken with the Light of a Sunrise sparkling upon the water's horizon. The Sun's glow greets the sea. The sea, With lofty images floating peacefully, Filled with fresh air, the current flows endlessly. Basking in the day's new light Her surface reflects life's tension and release, Awareness, knowledge and acceptance. Her glowing face smiles upon me as I sit upon the sands of time. I feel each grain touching my soul As I thoughtfully sift and dig. I live upon this Earth surrounded by Nature, Open to its visions, Its Purity, Its Wonder. I am surrounded within its Beauty. Above fly seagulls, Snowy white egrets, and pelicans. In the distant grounded green Stands a tall tree where the Eagle nestles Within its winged wisdom over all. Beauty in flight Nature's airy embellishment . . . Style . . . Grace . . . Character I rise and stand. So much of the Earth's soil has passed beneath my feet. So much of the Earth's soul have I embraced. A pensive contemplation accompanies my rhythmic stride, Collecting newly born visions, Floating along the current of fresh ideas, Discovering new pathways, Acknowledging Life's wonder. Fresh footprints lovingly swept away within my shadowed path. As I walk along Life's shoreline, Shallow soothing waters refreshen my soul, Performing a simple symphony of little melodies Through which I longingly move. Glancing back upon my shadow, No longer do the footprints of unpleasant images exist. Newly signed upon the canvassed sand, They are carried away Through tears of time, Pulled back into the transformational waters With a gentle sweep of the dawn I see a journey ahead Unknown. There's no more looking to shadows. The Sun of Light leads me beside still waters And I faithfully follow.

July 13, 1994 . . .

The Tear What's this, strange flicker of reflective reason? From whence have you come? Your shield removed from time's protection Awakening now to all which has been paralyzed By years of suppression. Come now, Release the morning dewdrop upon my heart As movement stirs my soul to come forth From the shadow of its lifelong sleep. My eyes open as if for the very first time Newborn to a bidding of freedom To enjoy all that I truly am. Where was I all those years? Turned aside, Turned away, Turned within, So deeply within . . . Come out! Inside out! Come out an play Celebrate all that has longed to be. Opening night. Opening day Opening plight Come what may. Why so strong? Such emotion is carried with your arrival. Handle with care. Slowly, tenderly, Velvety care. Let me feel and know each new moment Solemn flight Such fragile delight. Dare I now reach through the shield To sensations unknown? Lord, show me strength Show me Life I stand so completely alone In Your Powerful Light. Life is here. Quickly. . . Rise and prepare. It must be lived. It asks to be touched. It needs to be held.

March 18, 1995 . . .

Transformation 101 Transformation 101 Here's your ration To Serve a nation Legions, one by one Worldly visions Here's your mission Big decisions Step by step in Time Here's the story Morning Glory What's to worry? Don't be sorry Sink, emerge and swim Keep your chin up When you're fed up Clean out, clear up, brush up Hold that cheeky grin.

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"My body dwells in sunlight.
A happy optimistic image.
Yet, my soul lurks in shadows.
Shivering in cold darkness.
Lonely and naked.
Impatiently waiting for escape.
And while it waits...
it creates. " - Rae L. Hanson

George Pence is one of the nicese human beings
I've ever had the pleasure to bump into on the
Internet. Thanks, George, for looking me up on
ICQ in early June, 1999. Once in a great while,
a person of substantial quality comes along, and
I feel so lucky to have had the honor to meet you.

George LOVES.... LOVES.... LOVESSSSSSS to
WRITE.....and WRITE......and WRITE..........

Forunately for the rest of us, he does it so BEAUTIFULLY! He
is a poet, although his words may not rhyme, I see George as
a Poet through the tales he tells. According to the master, himself,
he's got ZILLIONS, maybe KAZILLIONS of stories to write.

Gosh, I guess he's like the Carl Sagan of Literature!

Visit his most interesting site of writings. I assure you
that you'll feel blissfully lost in the images of his tales.

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