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110) rhondaembs 1/3/2020
Sunday morning draws so quickly near
Your blessed word I desire to hear
But where? That is the question now
Guide me Lord again somehow
Push me in the direction right
Give me wisdom and your sight
Take my feet and hold them fast
To the road you’ve before me cast
Where a blessing to others I can be
In the place you’ve prepared for me
With others that will praise your name
And open your bible the preserved King James
109) rhonda embs 1/1/2020
Why should you care that which I do
It’s my life, it’s not about you
But selfish choices once they are made
leave others the cost always to pay
Innocent victims permanently scarred
their plans and lives forever marred
It’s my life you loudly proclaim
and onward you go without thought or shame
Leaving the cry of anothers trembling voice
My life is now changed but it was never my choice…..
108) 6/9/2019 rhonda embs
left in the desert
dirt mixed with blood
silenced by wind
a gunshot unheard
plans played out
a death visualized
the lone hero falls
no longer to ride
107) 6/6/2019 rhonda embs
demonic beings call out my name
insidious lies they boldly claim
things that were and what will be
while I sleep they show to me
push out the visions of ghastly fright
that entered in as I slept this night
song birds, butterflies & daffodils
with lovely things, my head I'll fill
sing Jesus loves me this I know
take deep breaths, calm and slow
second Timothy one, verse seven
think on God and things in heaven
106) 6/5/2019 rhonda embs
Through out the years
To her he’s appeared
That man no longer here
Then the air heavy carries
The smell of cherries
of a man no longer here
To prove he’s real
His touch she feels
from a man no longer here
And though incomplete
Her heart still beats
For the man no longer here
105) 6/4/2019 rhonda embs
With patience I watched & I listened
for sounds, signs or a vision
Because many long years ago
he promised that he’d let me know
We agreed on a smell, word and symbol
signs that would not be so simple
And he assured me his love was so strong
that without me he’d not move along
And, in truth, he has kept his word
though most would think it absurd
But I know on what we agreed
more than once he’s contacted me
103) 6/4/2019 rhonda embs
It’s no longer new
but it hurts just as bad
It’s no longer fresh
but I’m still so sad
It will get better
that’s what everyone said
And I’ve been waiting
but tears I still shed
A deep sorrow remains
though time has moved on
I grieve and I miss you
because….. you’re still gone!
102) 6/3/2019 rhonda embs
How do I love without him
This man that holds my heart
How could I ever begin again
How could I over start
We had years of shared history
Our youth and a sense of continuity
A life built on vast memories
and countless hours of intimacy
There’s no way to replace that type of love
There’s no reason to try again
Besides he holds my heart above
knowing it only beats for him
101) 6/2/2019 rhonda embs
Two intense love bound hearts
that death cannot keep apart
A gentle hand upon her face
comes reaching out through time and space
She hears the echoes of his needful call
& moves close to him to surrender all
But suddenly a light grows bright
her dream is over, it’s no longer night
Tears flow hard as pain moves in
He’s gone …..gone – she’s alone again
100) 6/2/2019 rhonda embs
Two or three bodies are all that you see
but I know the truth
and I couldn’t agree
There’s many here, roaming around
You hear just silence
I hear their sounds
Sometimes it’s hard – not to react
When the veil grows thin
and the room gets so packed
I try not to notice all that I view
To ignore them all
Knowing you have no clue
One thing I’ve learned well from the past
don’t share what I see
the judgment’s too vast
To respond or react draws attention to me
and you’ll call me crazy
For the things that I see
So when these things get strong and I see
I simply pray through the night
before God on my knees.
99) 6/1/2019 rhonda embs
Is your all on the alter laid
do you know the price that’s been paid
Have you rec’d the gift from above
have you been washed in his shed blood
Are you ready for the sweet by and by
for your mansion that waits upon high
Do you know Gods mercy & grace
and long to see him, face to face
If these things are foreign to you
then here’s what I implore you to do
Call on his name, in faith do believe
then his salvation you’ll freely receive
98 6/1/2019 rhonda embs
There are times when the veil grows mighty thin
exposing those that once have been
If contact is not during day time made
then dreams, at night, they will invade
But why ? my question echoes loud
do they remain in the here and the now
And why are some so acutely aware
of those who hover in shadowed air
Why can some see, hear & feel
when to others they remain concealed
I see no purpose, no reason why
that beyond the veil, some can spy
It causes confusion and fills my mind
but to see them oft I am resigned.
97) 5/20/2019 rhonda embs
many years later in life so real
a new response I now reveal
your lies and bribes will no longer achieve
the result you once received from me
so lost in sin I then gave in to you
but now I’m his, washed, brand new
a blood bought child, set free, redeemed
protected by the King of Kings
so if you’re permitted to invade my life
and even if I give into fright
you can only do that which he allows
and soon before him you’ll knell, you’ll bow
yes, battles may rage but the victory is won
and the war drags on but it’s all said and done
so I’ll sleep when I can and dream if I must
knowing God is my keeper, in him I do trust.
96) rhonda embs 1 /10/2019
I am broken to be sure
and for it I’ve found no cure
Small talk and visits for fun
for me they’re not easily done
I know not how to fully relax
to just sit still and simply chat
So busy every moment, I stay
leaving no time for fun or for play
Constantly seeking to do enough of something
that will prove I’m more than nothing
While in silence crying,
Lord, how did I end up this way
attempting to justify my life day to day?
95) rhonda embs 1/6/2019
The silence is broken by words softly spoken
that echo with deafening reckoning
I strain to hear, standing soaked in fear,
my name, through the pouring rain
But no hero calls, as the rain steady falls
while nightmares keep me ensnared
And pure evil grins as another begins
detailing things that I can not mend
Stop this I plead …I don’t want to see
all these things that are still yet to be
For me to observe, no purpose is served
So I beg…….bring this curse to an end
94) rhonda embs 1/6/2019
When there’s no one in which to share
the load thats much too large to bear
teardrops like rain flood the air
93) 11/5/2018 rhonda embs
THE NEWEST GHOST HUNTER
At first, it’s exciting when things move.
Then they’ll whisper grandly & oh so smooth,
you’re a hunter with power, first rate!
& hook, line and sinker you’ll swallow the bait
Enticed and drawn in you’ll soon find
it’s not at all what you thought in your mind
but a dark evil web, so insidiously spread,
to make the hunter, the hunted, instead
You’ll learn things that go bump in the night
tell lies and can live in bright light.
You’ll seek answers from hunters on T.V.
trusting any but God to be set free.
Innocent fun it is not and the cost-
it is higher than high, all will be lost!
With God pushed aside, walking the path that is wide
Death, hell and your soul will collide.
92) 10/17/2018 rhonda embs
It’s just a noise, a bump in the night
I’ll simply rise and turn on a light
But swift in the dark they gather and grow
as fear, through my veins, begins to flow
Next comes the whispers, as always before
to mock of what’s coming, what lies in store
All night, deep in ritual, they’ll romp and they’ll play
& I know nothing I do will send them away…….
I know what to do. I know who’s child I now am
for I’ve been washed by the blood of God’s holy lamb.
No ritual done near or sent from afar
can pluck me from hands now marked with deep scars
As “Amazing Grace” drowns out the chant of their evil spells
I whisper safe, “I trust you, my Lord…..all is well”.
91) 9-7-2018 rhonda embs
Hear me scream into the night
without a sound I proclaim my plight
in heavy slumber I sleepless lie
while silent tears out loud I cry
Blind to it all I clearly see
though bound by shackles I’ve been set free
in an ancient world so newly formed
my old self lives in death transformed
(90) 9/5/2019 rhonda embs
In my head, as endless rhymes take place
multi levels of colors swirl with grace
I smile and I nod with your every word
as layers of activity within me occur
I listen intently to all that you say
while melodies joyously come out to play
I hear every word you speak and share
I really do listen and truly I care
It’s just that my mind has layers galore
Never full – it’s always searching for more
More words, more colors, more glorious sound
Inside my head those and much more abound
Your words, thoughts and differing points of view
add more layers that, to me, are new.
So, keep talking, sharing and do speak your mind
Just please don’t yell, be mean or unkind.
I know I’ll be richer for knowing you better
and the layer you provide – I’ll cherish forever.
(89) 9/2/2018 rhonda embs
The sky is falling
death is calling
terror I hear in their screams
The earth violently shakes
and in anguish I wake
laden with images of pain
(87) 8/27/2918 rhonda embs
I used to cradle rhyming words
close to my heart and breast
but now I push them far away
I wish to think much less
I want to feel this hurt no more
to cocoon my tender soul
to bury all this caustic pain
with a measure of self control
It’s way past time I tell myself
suck it up & just move on
but loneliness keeps me tightly bound
singing the same sad, sad song
(86) 7/2/2018 2:50 am
Words In My Head
Get out of my head
The woman said
You’re not supposed to be there
Over & over she earnestly pled
Please go away, get out of my head
You’re not supposed to be there
It’s later than late, way past time for bed
You’ve stayed too long, enough has been said
You’re not supposed to be there
But daylight comes soon and tired eyes burn red
So with no hope for sleep she gets up instead
Because life will move on & (yawn) she’s supposed to be there.
85) 01/19/18 rhonda embs
Little Pollyanna has run away
she no longer comes out to play.
When she left, she took the sun
and all she taught has been undone.
An empty void is left in me
a life gone flat is all I see.
Not quite black, but grim & bleak
just gray, gray…. gray and weak.
I used to be the one to see
a silver lining and happy be.
I’d try to encourage, then I’d smile
saying it’ll get better, just wait a while.
But no longer ‘cause I’m now resigned
to swallow what I’ve been fed all this time.
I’ll accept what’s been served up endlessly
that I need to accept a bitter reality.
That there’s no hope, no future, no bright side
just failure, pain and misery wide.
So all of you that wanted a pal in despair
Move over, make room….I’ve pulled up my chair.
84) 01/19/18 rhonda embs
A wasted life — other than my 2 sons
the only 2 things worthwhile, I’ve ever done
Their lives are all that makes any sense
of my worthless life, now nearly spent
I have not given them enough I know
and sadness within me daily grows
I ask for time to be here a little longer
to make their life easier as they grow stronger
Lord lay on me their pain and suffering
and give to them all blessings you’re offering
Care for them both, in every way
I beg you, Lord!!!! Please, please, I pray
83) 1/13/18 rhonda embs
82) 01/12/2018 rhonda embs
Life walks on the edge of a razor blade
Dimensions peculiar on each side
One slip, one trip, one treacherous step made
Then in darkness the deep tide you’ll ride
81) 12/20/2017 3:30pm rhonda embs
The wind has arrived!
Howling gusts rattle the windows like dried, old bones shaking in the a graveyard.
Dust rises, swirls and dances outside celebrating momentary victory as it holds captive those that are adversely affected by it’s appearance.
As my breathing becomes more and more labored a shroud of sadness covers me bringing with it a weight of guilt knowing that not only am I affected but so is my son who depends on me for transportation.
I find myself feeling trapped, angry and depressed as I struggle to give thanks in all this understanding that I have failed again.
The wind howls with laughter – I sob in silence.
80) 11/29/2017 1:17am rhonda embs
Sometimes the warm blanket of loving memories that I have of you morph into a hideous deformed boa constrictor. It squeezes all life from me and then slithers away leaving me entangled in a heavy shroud of grief.
79) 8/28/17 rhonda embs
Words, chords and melodies meet
forming songs glad and sweet
so sleep again gets pushed aside
as on each note I willingly ride
the music first captures me
then mysteriously, it sets me free
I’m lifted up from depths so low
as each song around me flows
all worry and sadness melts away
so on and on I let the music play………..
78) 5/14/17 rhonda embs
Why they’re active again is unclear
for nothing has changed in my life
but it’s plain that they now have less fear
and openly appear in bright light
Boldly they do appear
these prevailing shadows of night
they linger ever so near
flowing in and out of sight
Candidly they move around here
and oppression covers this place
These days I feel like a sightseer
who’s interfering and invading their space
11:21pm 5/12/17 rhonda embs
Some say their glass is half empty
While some, half full, is their call
Me I find it quite amazing
To have a glass at all
Half empty seems so very sad
Half full too hard to preserve
but I see in my simple glass
much more than I deserve
The glass that comes before my mind
when people, their comments, I face
is a priceless glass filled by my Lord
ever flowing with his sweet grace
So I will always say my glass
is not just half of either
but one that’s ever overflowing
with blessings from my Saviour
76) rhonda embs 5/2/2017
All my life, they’ve danced and swirled
as along they soared with wings unfurled
often blessing my small world.
I watched in silence when they fluttered by
I never questioned or wondered why
so many, before my eyes, did fly
I just paused and enjoyed the free display
of colors and perfection in each ballet
knowing, much too soon, they’d be on their way.
75) rhonda embs 5/2/2017
It’s the same now, as in times long past
insidious words, brilliantly masked
that bring destruction of lives, so vast
when, “Yea, hath God said?”, again he asks
Today he plays the same evil game
using simple tactics that need not change
he’ll insert thoughts of doubt and blame
then wait and watch the ruin and shame
74) rhonda embs 2/23/2017
I beseech you in desperate prayer
please left me from this deep despair
Before you and you alone
my broken spirit cries and moans
I weep, pray and seek your face.
I beg of you, send down your grace
I have nothing of worth to give, to offer
but all that I am, I place on your altar.
73) rhonda embs 2/21/2017
I scream into the darkness
I am not brave or strong
but fragile here all alone
I am not okay
I am not okay
I am weak and terrified
broken nearly paralyzed
I am not okay
I am not okay
I scream into the darkness
no one hears – no one hears.
72) rhonda embs 2/2/2017
No ability of my own
to sing loud and clear
so in silence I wait
for loving hands to appear.
Though my tears today may flow
take note and mark my words
kind hands will someday come
and my voice will again be heard.
71) 12/30/2016 8:30pm
With urgency, notes cry out to be played
and words fight to rhyme in the time displayed
A release of emotions whether hurt, sad or sweet
all must come forth before I again feel complete
Sometimes it forms in deep darkness of night
imploring me to rise, sing and play long before light
Other times, while caring for mundane tasks of day
the music engulfs me and sweeps me away
Like breathing, it is a part of me I do just to live
and I thank God, that to me, this music he does give.
70) 10/21/2016 rhonda embs
A friend just lost a loved one,
this earth he no longer roams.
Earthly comfort, she finds none
for sad and empty is her home.
We’re thankful he’s with you now
but deep sorrow is felt below.
So Lord draw her close somehow
and gently ease her woe.
Help her feel your love and care
as you hold her shattered heart.
Comfort send to her, I ask in prayer,
for her world’s been torn apart.
A season of mourning she now begins
and she needs your sweet, sweet grace
until, with you, they meet again
and eternal rejoicing can take place.
(69) 10/11/2016 rhonda embs
She watches quietly as ghostly steam rises up
and waits for tea to brew in the delicate cup.
She lingers over this simple pleasure to end each day
while visions of things long past clearly play.
The tiny flowers on the cup brings memories bright
of the single rose he brought each Friday night.
And the gold band that circles the cup she can’t ignore
for it screams of the wedding band she once wore.
The silver spoon that she uses to gently stir sugar in
reminds her of the sweetness of being loved by him.
The steam as it slowly rises and then disappears
reminds her of a life now gone and the many shed tears.
So nightly she sips & savors memories bittersweet
finding uncommon comfort in a teacup so petite.
68) 10/6/16 rhonda embs
tick tock / tick tock
In silence she closely watches the clock
while back and forth she does rock
at times she’ll stand to pace and walk
but always she watches that old, old clock
She’s not waiting for a certain time
or for a special hour in which to dine
leave me be, she pleads, I’m really fine
sometimes ticks and tocks mean more than time
Now many say she’s not safe alone
they think her mind’s completely gone
deeply buried with her husband John
whose sudden death left her all alone
They watch her closely, that she knows
but in silence she lets sweet memories flow
his note had read, My bride, I love you so
tick/tock….just listen and you’ll always know
So it’s not his death that fills her mind
but the love they shared down through time
as the clock kept beat they’d silly rhyme
then laugh together… that fills her mind
So with loving memories she watches the clock
while back and forth she peaceful rocks
sometimes she stands and likes to walk
as she quietly listens to that old, old clock
67) 10/3/2016 rhonda embs 4:30am
Cartoons, in full color, I see in my mind
and words come together seeking to rhyme
Notes they form and make merry chase
forming scores of music as it all takes place
Every face, note and rhyme I so easily see
all characters vividly detailed to me
But I now question why why why
it serves no purpose, is my cry
It’s simply silly and pointless to me
if I can’t earn a living or helpful be
66) 10/3/2016 rhonda embs 3am
A keyboard before me sits
and keys one by one I hit
Words and rhymes so often come
but insignificant are their sum
Most mediocre at very best
still I type for I can not rest
Why am I so compelled to write
Why am I consumed to type each night
It makes no sense or profit brings
it serves no purpose to me it seems
And yet tonight again I sit
forming words with the keys I hit.
So with not a reason as to why
words I rhyme as time passes by.
65) 10/3/2016 rhonda embs
Tears of joy
Tears of pain
Tears of loss
Tears of gain
Time moves on
but tears remain.
64) 10/2/2016 rhonda embs
With head and heart bowed
she calls on his name
confessing out loud
Lord I know I’m to blame
I beg for your healing
and seek for your will
yet I cling to old feelings
and remain unchanged still.
I’ve never felt so defeated
I’ve never felt so oppressed
But my heart it’s still beating
and I know you still bless
So help me, this day
feel you & nothing more
to trust come what may
‘til we meet on that heavenly shore.
63) 10/2/16 rhonda embs 10p.m.
Tears freely flow
how to stop them
she does not know.
Night and day
they do not slow,
tears she weeps
her sadness grows.
She hides inside
& thinks no one knows
but I hear her cry
I hear her woe.
What can I do
where do I go
to help this child
hurt so long ago?
She wants to heal
she desires it so
Please hold her Lord
& great mercy show.
62) Another poem quick and not well thought out
popped into my head as I was getting ready for work today.
I was wearing my super cute ukulele jewelry.
10/1/2016 rhonda embs
For work today I carefully dress
taking special care to look my best.
I choose the perfect blouse to wear
and then tie up my long brown hair.
Next with latch double checked
a tiny uke goes round my neck.
Then 2 more ukes I get to wear.
One to sway and dance from each ear.
This cute jewelry has made my day.
Happy and ready – I’m on my way
61) 9/30/16 rhonda embs
not my best but a poem never the less 🙂 giggle
(BTW……..I only own 1 ukulele and it was bought for me…..)
You’ve decided to buy a small ukulele,
just one for fun, you’ll not get all crazy.
Before you do and in case you’ve not heard,
take heed to this warning, to these simple words.
Just one tiny uke you now plan to buy,
but then one more will soon catch your eye.
You’ll toss and you’ll turn, unable to sleep,
thinking, it’s just one more and it’s fairly cheap.
One will become two and then many more,
‘til your once tidy home looks like a store.
There will be no place to sit, eat or sleep,
instead rests your ukes, each special and sweet.
I know that it’s true for it’s happened to me
and to so many others, but you’ll soon see.
Cause I can see by the dazed look in you eye,
that no matter the warning you still plan to buy.
60) 9/25/16 rhonda embs
She was once called Songbird
but now that doesn’t mean a thing.
Today this sad sad Songbird
can no longer sing.
Her head it hangs low
and her feathers have lost all shine.
Her voice is now quiet
and heartache fills her mind.
Her reason for singing is gone
and with him the notes so glad.
She no longer sings her music
she’s just too, too sad.
Grief it has silenced her
since the loss of her sweet love
He’s left her here all alone
to live in heaven above.
59) 9/24/2016 rhonda embs
Another day almost past
and night is coming on
I dread the long dark hours
I must endure ’til dawn
Shadows seem so much darker
than they ever did before
but I know that’s not the truth
for nothing changes anymore
Black does not get blacker
just because I think it does
and evil grows no more evil
than ever it once was
So no matter the depth of terror
that may fill this long dark night
the sun will rise tomorrow
and things will appear alright
But the whispers never completely stop
and the shadows linger round
to once again grow ghastly
when tomorrow the sun goes down
58) 9/24/16 rhonda embs
(for all those looking for work…..but finding none)
Write – sew – strum and sing.
None of them do a thing
to pay my ever growing debts
or stop the many collector threats.
Scan – type – and fast data entry.
My office skills are quite lengthy.
But employment I can not find
because they no longer want my kind.
Today I’m considered much too old
and “We need bilingual” I’m daily told.
But truly I noticed a long time ago
nothing really matters, except who you know.
So I no longer dream of better, for me or mine.
To simply survive, I am resigned.
I pray daily for enough food to eat
and to keep this old house for a safe place to sleep.
57) 9/24/16 rhonda embs
I want a tenor uke of a special kind.
One custom made with me in mind.
It’ll be a beauty and it’ll sound so sweet,
one perfectly crafted by “Bonanza Pete”.
A “Bonanza Ukulele” that’s what I desire.
Quality and looks you can’t get much higher.
Designs and sizes, there are so many,
plus the owners, well, they’re just plain friendly.
My funds are tight like most peoples are
but I’m gonna’ get me an ol’ mason jar
and my pennies I’ll hoard ‘til comes the day
I can order me one with the money I’ve saved.
56) 9/24/16 rhonda embs
(thinking of my precious mother and the abusive life she endured for 18 years)
When a once priceless vase, in anger, is thrown
pieces lay scattered, irreparable, alone
Tears cried without end, number or pause
can never repair the vase as it was
Such is my heart that you carelessly break
when hateful accusations, at me, you make
Again and again, it’s always the same
venom at me then you say I’m to blame
I’m not the same women after all of these years
I am covered with scars and cry silent tears
I don’t want to hurt anymore, in any way
but this is my life ’til my dying day.
55) 9/23/2016 rhonda embs
On Friday’s with our ukes in hand
we all gather before our screens
and wait for Petey Mack to start again,
another online stream.
It’s nothing very fancy
just home folk gathered round,
to share, laugh and play
and make a joyful sound.
But his laughter is contagious
and the music is major fun.
It’s all a bit outrageous
and that’s exactly why we come.
So thank you Petey Mack
for every online sing along
and for all the work you do
preparing arraignments of each song.
54) 9/23/2016 rhonda embs
It’s such a little instrument
with quite a pleasant sound.
Whenever it is played
blessings do abound.
Your health, it will improve.
Your stress will melt away.
Depression it will lift
and worries, they will fade.
Friendships, they will grow,
and your skill, it will too.
So grab your ukulele,
let’s play the whole night through.
53) 9/22/2016 rhonda embs 11pm
Often hidden behind closed doors
two worlds collide and illusion soars.
They slither from beyond the veil
to deceive, frighten and assail.
Moving between above and below
they walk around, to and fro.
Little imps that come in sly disguise
to fool the many accepting eyes.
But I was bound, held captive long ago,
so their identity well I know
I see beyond their bright shining lights,
to view the hideous, evil sights.
I clearly see them in full array,
but close to God I now stay
I am kept safe in his loving care
and no longer worry that they are there.
But if you do not know him personally,
take heed, you will, for certain, be deceived.
52) 9/19/2016 1:15 am rhonda embs
A soft tap on my shoulder
A gentle tug on my hair
But I dare not look
for no one is there
I know this sounds odd
I swear I’m not crazy
But it happens each time
I play ukulele
I think there’s a song
that it wants to hear
but it’s choice is unknown
it’s desire unclear
It’s a bit annoying
and distracting to me
but I continue to play
and hope that it flees
I’ll strum the right song
and it will be satisfied
enough to move on
So if you’ve a ukulele
and this happens to you
be brave and keep playing
it’s the best thing to do.
51) 9/18/2016 rhonda embs
Where are the notes that used to dance in the air?
Where are the songs that helped lift the despair?
Silence constructs a sound proof tomb.
Brick by brick grows a crypt of gloom
Shadows grow long then darkness pours in,
and no music plays as deep depression begins.
I long for the music to again circle round,
but try as I might only silence is found.
50) 9/18/2016 rhonda embs
We weren’t raised together,
so no memories we share
but she’s my dear cousin
and, for her, I do care.
My mom and her dad
both now are gone.
They rest up in heaven
as below we move on.
I can’t help but wonder
if maybe they smiled
as we talked on the phone
across the vast miles.
49) 9/15/2016 11:30 pm rhonda embs
In dreams, I reach for you.
Awake, you are not there.
Torment floods my soul
and grief consumes all air.
Just when I think I’m better
another round begins.
It takes me back to the start
where I’ve already been.
Again I can not catch my breath
and nothing brings relief.
But I know that I must carry on
no matter how deep my grief.
So I struggle one more time
to claw my way up and out
from the deep dark cavern
built of depression, grief and doubt.
48) 9/15/2016 rhonda embs 10:23pm
Do the tears ever stop?
Does the sadness ever end?
How can a broken heart
go on beating, but never mend?
The hurt continues on.
Pain like lava flows.
Words can not explain it.
No one can ever know.
Unless you’ve lived though it.
Unless you’ve been left behind.
You can never understand,
intense sorrow of this kind.
You’ll never be the same.
You’ll always wonder why.
And as time moves on around you,
a million tears you’ll have left to cry.
47) 9/15/2016 rhonda embs 8pm
Ever alone, through nights so long
I strum and sing countless songs.
Those of old and new ones too
I sing and strum as I long for you.
Sad and lonely, for you’re not here,
I miss the love that we once shared.
So I’ll lift my voice and continue to strum
through all the solitary hours that come.
I’ll sing of the time you filled my life
and treasure the memories of being your wife.
I’ll play love songs that remind me of you,
that speak of our past and a love so true.
46) rhonda embs 9/9/2016 1:50 am
With the moon and darkness only,
night time weeps so lonely.
Though nothing from the day has changed,
reality appears so rearranged.
Normal sounds that float harmless by,
bring ghosts & demons to ones mind.
And brave, brave hearts do rapidly beat,
as heros hide beneath their sheets.
Those who, in day light, tower tall,
in darkness, tremble and cower small.
With eyes held closed in fear, so tight
they suffer through another dismal night.
44 & 45) 9/8/2016 rhonda embs
Awake to pray in the coming day
as deep darkness to light gives way.
And as daybreak sounds outside are heard
I linger in your precious word.
It’s time I look so forward to,
this morning time spent alone with you.
But I am double blessed for I get to close each day
in the very same incredible way!
9/8/16 rhonda embs ( another one but shorter)
Time to read
Time to learn
what my Lord has for meI start each morning in this special way
then repeat again to complete my day.
43) 9/6/2016 rhonda embs 11:30 pm
In darkness, I sing in prayerful tone
to my LORD, and him alone.
New melodies they quickly come
as carefully my fingers strum.
Simple songs of praise do rise
to fill his throne room in the sky
Darkness may obscure all that I see
but I know my God and he cares for me.
So on I’ll play ‘til the sun does rise
and amazing light again fills my eyes
42) 9/4/16 rhonda embs 5:00pm
As the wind blows strong through the trees
I read, write and make melody.
Yes, I have places I‘d prefer to be
but it’s in Gods hands, all things I leave.
& although, at times, I cough and wheeze
I am richly blessed beyond degree.
So whatever God has planned for me
in prayer I’ll praise and thankful be.
41) 9/4/2016 rhonda embs 3:30pm
In fear, there are mysteries that must be pinned
about secret things that ride on the wind.
Dark nameless creatures who to evil lend
while in the normal world they do blend.
On wind they ride and wait to descend.
You can not know or comprehend
that on one soft breeze felt across your skin
they’ve attached to live and feed ’til your end.
They are not satisfied to live upon your skin
but move to your nose or mouth to descend.
They take up residence in you lungs and then
every movement of your life they control and attend.
So in hiding, I screen the air that I take in
and beg you take serious heed my friend.
A warning I give, I earnestly contend,
that they come to subdue us all in the end.
Is there hope and a way, our life, to defend?
Sadly, once attached, they have won my friend.
So protect yourself and great sympathy extend
to those taken captive, now living condemned.
40) 9/4/16 rhonda embs 3:45am
She sits listening to the rushing river
wondering from this sadness
can she be delivered
or if, before night turns again to day,
beneath the waters should she lay
as she wonders would the water be cold and dark
just the way as it is within her heart
the moon sits high in the sky
and it silently watches as alone she cries
a train whistle sounds from far away
and she doubts she can face another day
what’s the right and the best thing to do
she asks herself and wished she knew
the question is not if, but how and when
that’s really what the question has always been
she knows there’ll soon come a time
when she’ll have a plan, made up her mind
this knowledge gives her calm and peace
and from her thoughts, sweet release
for though she may see the morning light
she may never see another night.
39) 9/3/16 rhonda embs
You say that you feel sad and blue
so I’ll say a prayer and sing for you.
I’ll lift your name before the throne
then sing a lullaby for you alone
Comfort, please Lord, do impart
and as I sing sooth their sad, sad heart.
Please use me in this simple way
to help your child feel loved today.
38) 8/31/16 rhonda embs
I am so tired and feel like resting.
I think I need sleep but
my little uke is protesting
Play me, play me it calls out strong
& really….. I’m not too tired
to play just one, maybe two, songs.
I’ll take just a few moments, I say out loud.
I’ll strum and I’ll sing
then I’ll rest as I need, to myself, this I vow.
So I play and enjoy the sounds that climb high
becoming refreshed and renewed
as time swiftly flies by.
It wasn’t sleep that I needed for rest after all.
Just time making music
on this sweet instrument, so small.
37) 8/30/2016 rhonda embs
I take a deep breath and try to focus,
beyond loneliness of night
and feelings so hopeless
They rise from a place so dark and cold
to steal my breath, those
feelings of old
Each time I think they will no longer rise
they boldly come forth
to spread menacing lies.
Then breathless again I trembling lay
praying and crying, please Lord
take these feelings away
Keep my thoughts on you and only your word
in darkness things seem so blurred
I know these feelings are not good or true
So remove everything, Lord,
that is not sent of you.
36) 8/26/2016 rhonda embs
Deep hurt buried long ago
So much like hot lava flows
It rises up now from far below
I cry out as it burns again
Through the tender, delicate skin
That once was me on the mend
It’s not softened through the years
Like yesterday the pain still sears
As testified by these flowing tears
So with sleep pushed far away
I sit alone and ukulele play
Praying for the light of day.
I sing words attached to notes
Of Jesus Christ my source of hope
Knowing only he can heal a heart so broke.
35) 8/7/2016 rhonda embs
34) 7/13/16 rhonda embs
With furrowed brow
And sad sad eyes
She thinks of him
And inside she cries
She prays and sings
And tries to hide
That demanding thing
That lives deep inside
Down within her heart
Strongly it does thrive
One tiny tear so dark
That Forever sadly cries
33) 7/13/16 rhonda embs
A single note hangs in the air
It bobs and floats without a care
I watch and smile knowing what’s to come
For soon this note I’ll pluck or strum
I wait for more notes to come out to play
Then bring them together in a special way
Carefully & slowly I’ll try them out
I’ll write them down & move them about
Of sad, sad memories or happy love news
Words now dance with the notes freshly penned
A new song is born—Let the singing begin.
32) 7/6/2016 rhonda embs
Tomorrow you’d be sixty-two
if you were here
I’d sing for you.
I’d let you know how much I care
with little notes
I’d wrap some gifts & bake a cake
then with loving arms,
you, I’d wake.
I’d tell you how you blessed my life
by choosing me
to be your wife.
31) 7/3/16 rhonda embs
Tonight, my bible, I carefully read.
Then with many names mentioned,
my prayers, I have said.
It’s the end of a long and very hard day,
so sleep should come easily,
but awake I do lay.
For shots and explosions still ring outside loud.
They break through the silence
to leave heavy smoke clouds.
You’re too heavenly minded, many times I’ve been told.
Even fireworks remind me
of Heaven and streets of pure gold.
So I’ll not toss or turn, but openly embrace,
and celebrate in prayer as I lie wide awake,
Thank you, my Lord, for your mercy,
forgiveness, and amazing grace.
30) 7/3/16 rhonda embs
As words strike vicious blows
my heart does often break.
And tears so freely flow
as sense I try to make.
Sense as to why each and every day
we struggle to co-exist.
I have no answer so oft I pray
just for peace within our mist.
that is not within my power.
So to the Lord I humbly call,
Please change me this very hour.
Help me think before I speak
& be gentle in my tone.
No matter what strife others seek
or what, to me, is shown.
Please cleanse me of all sinful pride
and leave love within it’s place.
So others no longer see me inside,
just you and your sweet grace
29) rhonda embs 6/22/16
But…..Lord, my mouth.
It still hurts so,
the lisping and gagging.
I just don’t know.
I just got this music.
It would surely show
that I haven’t rehearsed.
No, I just can’t go
All night I spoke.
My words freely flowed.
All the while knowing,
I shouldn’t say no
Then a still soft voice
Whispered, My child, I know.
You’re full of excuses,
but in the end you will go.
It’s not about the things
you’ve tossed to and fro.
It’s simply your willingness
and who’s in control.
You know where I want you.
Choose now who you’ll follow.
Me, who you call Lord
or your excuses so hollow.
28) rhonda embs June 11. 2016
21 years have passed but still….
from my eyes—tears so easily spill
My heart it aches & finds no relief
plagued and scarred by unyielding grief
You promised we’d grow old as one
A promise stolen by a life undone
27) rhonda embs 4/16/2016
I can not serve you —as I see fit
But I am alive —so you’re not done with me yet
Help me to be patient —and wisdom, please give
as I follow and purpose, —-for you, to live.
My little or much, all I have, —it is yours
So help me earn riches —in things that endure
Not to keep or covet —-for my very own
But to bow down and place them —before you — at your throne.
26) rhonda embs 4/15/16
Once I walked in a land of confusion
Ruled by lies and strong delusion.
I groped in darkness and endless night
while guilt and shame filled my life.
“Is there truth or mercy anywhere?”
I cried out through darkness, “Does anyone care?”
Then two nail scarred hands, from heaven above,
plucked me from darkness and wrapped me in love.
He lifted me up and called me his own.
My life, every breath, to him now belongs.
25) rhonda embs 4/15/2016
Without notice of a clock,
gently back and forth I rock.
A motion learned to soothe and charm
precious babies in my arms.
Though they are now both fully grown
the rocking, it continues on.
And though no babies now I hold
a treasury of stories could be told.
For from this old, familiar activity
Flows sweet & cherished memories
Memories of two sons still greatly loved,
priceless gifts from God above.
24) rhonda embs 4/14/2016
In a park under a tree I did strum
and sang to my love “Our Day Will Come”.
Though often told we were much too young
our plans of being together had sprung.
While the notes in waiting carefully hung.
The details to leave, in secret, were spun
Once settled I sang, and with joy I strummed…..
our day would come.
23) rhonda embs 3/31/16
As the moon rises and silence sings a new decree
a single tear pushes forth, now set free
unshackled from its long controlled captivity
It flows intensely with sweet release
and though the single tears entombment now has ceased,
her sad, sad heart still finds no peace
There are many more tears locked deep within,
well guarded where the one has been
so the needy child, in prayer, runs to him again
She calls out, in trust, while on bended knee
Father, I come to you with this humble plea
Please help me accept, whatever, you have for me
Lord, I’m sorry circumstances have made me distraught
this life, my life, is so different than ever I thought
restrictions, hindrances, and trial, seem my constant lot
I miss my health, my church and song
I feel like a burden to all those that carry on
always taking, never giving back-this has gone on so long
Please, dear Lord, forgive my sad, sad heart
the tears still hidden and the one released at the start
and my selfish desires of wanting my way and having my part
Your kindness, provision and unending mercy
is ever present and yet content I fail to be
I ask for forgiveness, not my will but yours—please change me!
22) rhonda embs 2/23/16
Morning comes – a new day fair.
First, praise & thanksgiving I lift in prayer.
Then, Lord set my feet on the course you choose
and help me stay that course without excuse.
Your arms and hands please, help me be,
so you in me, all will see.
When the day moves forward and all is done
return me home safe to my dear sons.
21) rhonda embs 2/22/16
Come and sing, please jump right in.
Let’s laugh and sing, me and you.
one by one, we’ll sing each song.
as long as the melodies somehow get played.
To let even one pass, that just wouldn’t do.
We’ll whisper, “Sweet dreams, God bless & good night”.
20) rhonda embs 2/21/16
With the closing of another day,
I stop and take time, once again, to pray.
In close communion I desire to stay,
never wanting, from your side, to stray.
So I come to you with a desire sincere,
thankful in knowing that, for me, you care.
Trusting, assured and with not a fear,
because you are faithful and forever near.
Please search me and show me any dark thing
that abides within me and needs addressing
so I can bow before you, humble and clean,
willing and ready to serve you, my KING.
19) rhonda embs 2/21/16
As I sit in the pew and listen,
soon my eyes begin to glisten
and I lean forward to hear more clearly
about the one that I love so dearly.
I never grow weary or bored
of hearing about my dear Lord
I want to hear it all over again
especially where he paid for my sin.
So Preacher, preach from those wonderful pages
about how he loved us down through the ages
of the miracles and records of faith,
his salvation, forgiveness and sweet grace!
18) rhonda embs 2/20/16
(certainly not my best work but I jotted it down in about 5 minutes
while wondering if I will be able to attend church tomorrow morning.)
As the day draws quickly to an end,
a deep desire does form.
I whisper a prayer to attend,
my church tomorrow morn.
Offered in kindness, this humble advise,
from one who knows first hand
that health issues could soon arise
& your ability to choose can end.
don’t take for granted your option.
It’s one you soon could lose,
so make that choice with caution.
17) rhonda embs 2/20/16
I like words, colors, touch, and song
I like those times when they all come along
And intermingle, right or wrong
To bring about a creation strong
Music, a new quilt, poem or drawing
Designs from the shadows of my mind come crawling
Some not so bad, others truly appalling
No matter – just so the ideas keep calling
Creativity, it comes from my blessed Lord
So if anything good or worthy is scored
to him goes all honor, praise, and award
I simply ask that he affords me more.
16) rhonda embs 2/20/16
We met in the store today.
A blast from the past, so they say.
We talked & hugged, then went separate ways.
You with a tract, a new bible and me to pray.
15) rhonda embs 2/20/16
I pray to be used by Jesus, my Lord.
I yearn to serve the one I adore.
Not with thoughts of any future reward,
simply the result of his love, out poured.
So here’s my prayer, my humble plea;
that with each breath he gives to me,
and in a way that all see him, not me,
I complete each day’s responsibilities.
14) rhonda embs 2/16/16
(sounding like a Dr. Seuss book….wow I must be tired LOL)
Oh no, the words have escaped from deep within me.
They are out and about now playing – yippee!
I need to rest so sternly I plea, go to sleep,
go to sleep, please, please, please!
Don’t mind us, they say, just count the sheep.
Up on a mountain side so steep
There are many to count, bleat, bleat, bleat!
Stop that, STOP THAT, I scream in despair.
Get back in your places, this isn’t fair.
No wonder I’m tired and grumpy and old.
You never mind me or do as you’re told.
It’s now the night and I’ve been up all day
This isn’t the time or place to play.
Now all you words, get in lines from a to z.
No more rhyming —please, let me be!!!!
13) Rhonda Embs 2/16/16
Enough time has passed, they say
and yet she still behaves this way
I think it’s for attention she plays
using outdated loss, day after day
Vows spoken was a future paved
Together, one flesh, we were to stay
So attention is not that which I crave
But the part of me ripped away
His body in a grave does lay
so now alone I weep and pray
alive but without a heart today
cold, in grief, in sorrow, enslaved.
12) rhonda embs 2/15/16
A song forms deep in my mind,
born from a dream of another time.
Lyrics and melody on the staff do climb,
sounds of an ancient tune sublime.
Swirls of music waltz and chime.
A haunting melody with colors entwined
bring forth a memory no longer confined,
Set free once again to brightly shine.
11) rhonda embs 1/31/15
A bit of white fabric
A needle and thread
One careless poke and
White becomes red
So crimson colored
The stain as it spreads
Brings my Saviour to mind
And the blood he did shed
Sin stained was I
corrupt and lost
But God’s Holy lamb
He Paid the cost
Now grateful I sit
With a poke and stained floss
Of an old rugged cross
12) rhonda embs 1/30/15
With busy hands
I quilt and sew
while from my lips
prayers do flow.
Every stitch I take
to patch or mend
asks the Lord
his grace to send.
Lost Souls do cry &
his children have needs
so with needle and thread
Scraps pieced in blocks
with thoughtful care
show a soul uplifted
in fervent prayer
So, hands keep busy
& take to his throne
quilts made of prayers
my lips have sewn.
9) rhonda embs 1/27/2015
Many simple prayers I whisper
over the hum of a sewing machine
taking the needs and wants of others
into the throne room of my King.
To the melody of the motor
many words before him I bring
imploring grace and mercy
awaiting miracles to see
8) rhonda embs 1/27/2015
Fabric stitched together
that first was cut apart
Memories in the making
warming both bed and heart
The wealth of quilting knowledge
to you I will impart
Just come and let me teach you
This treasured yet simple art
1:03 and the past cries out to me
A restless sleep brings no reprieve
Looming shadows of forgotten vows
Mock and taunt me openly now
You willingly promised beneath the new moon
And there is no deliverer, chants the old tune
Come back to where you know you belong
There is no salvation for which you so long
A lie, that’s what you brazenly fell for
The time has now come to settle the score
Shaken and confused in a vague twilight state
I find myself thinking, yes this must be my fate
Wildly my heart pounds as fear assaults every cell
Another nightmare has spun it’s vile, wicked spell
I claw toward wakefulness seeking desperately to transcend
No more, I scream out , make this torturous hell end
Up and now full awake my blood bought soul
Praises my Saviour, knowing, he made me whole
Lies, that’s what my wicked past tries to feed me
But he is the truth and from bondage I’m set free
His precious word rings out in the night
As I read aloud, the darkness is made light
My praises to him I so willingly sing
In him, there is rest that sleep can not bring
6) March 6, 2014 Rhonda Embs
The night is dark shrouded in silence
My tears fall as I seek his guidance
His precious words I read through tears
Where do I serve thee for the coming years?
I lay face down before him, my King
And with needy hands to him I cling
Use me to serve thee, I beg and cry
For unless I serve thee, my Lord, I die.
My only purpose is you to glorify
My desire is that purpose to satisfy
So guide me to the place you choose for me
And give me wisdom that place to see.
5) In this world…
With selfishness the new norm
And gross sin no cause for alarm
I’d be terrified with no place to flee
But I rest in my Lord, set free
In sweet communion….
Refreshed as I tarry
I read in the bible I now carry
Of a special place I’ve never before known
It’s heaven and I’ve a mansion my own.
In his presence…
yes that’s what I choose to think on
With the battle all over and the victory won
Praising him throughout eternity.
My Jesus, My Saviour, my all for thee!
4) Tentacles of memories move around me,
certain the enslaved was never set free.
Like colorful, vexing swirls of pain intertwined
with the foul stench of sinful pride that deeply binds.
They call from the past and echo through time,
“You are missed, come home, it’s Samhain”.
They call seductively, to the woman, by an old secret name,
“We wait for you, my dear, let’s celebrate, it’s Samhain”!
Then suddenly, as if inflamed, the tentacles convulse in pain,
now tormented, that their desperate pursuit was in vain.
The woman they searched for is no longer in chains,
but is now washed by his blood,
and before them, a new creature is all that remains.
3) Words struggle for prominence
As they tumble to the page
Spilling out in abundance
As if in blind rage.
But rage is not the emotion
The words clamber to convey
Merely prayers of devotion
Written, now on display.
2) Simple tears I shed – for those who know not thee
Simple tracts I give – to plant salvation seeds
Simple songs I sing – to praise your holy name
Simple words I write – to share just why you came
Simple prayers I whisper – in gratitude for now I’m free
Simple, it’s all I have – but my ALL I give to thee.
1) Stitches I place in fabric with great care
It’s a gift to give -that’s what I now prepare
When all is said and done, the finished gift,
though not a perfect one
Will contain the prayers that now I lift
Needle up, a quilt begun
Lord, if today, they know you not
Teach them of the gift you gave
So unlike this little quilt,
your gift perfect in every way
But if they be your blood bought child
Already richly blessed
Take this tiny, humble gift,
and give them warm, sweet rest.