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Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
A job well done. Unashamed to sign your name to whatever work you do,knowing that even the smallest chore is an offering to God.
This is what I believe.
A song well sung
A verse well written.
These are pleasures to my soul.
A sunset so awesome that you have to stop what you are doing..and stare as you say thank you Lord for letting me be a witness.
A storm with all its glory..soaking the Earth.
A moon so clear and full that it illuminates the darkness.
These are reminders from God that I am not alone.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
Your face makes me smile.
Even the memory of looking at you gladdens my heart.
I love the way you walk and dance.
I love the way you make me laugh.
Is there anything better than to have the memory of you tickle me?
Do I love you?
When I think of not having you in my life, of not seeing you again,
all the joy slips away from my being.
Do I love you?
If I could no longer think of you as part of me,I would feel incomplete.
Do I love you?
If I knew that you would never hold me again
the aching in my heart and my arms would become unbearable.
Do I love you?...I hope not.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
Using words you can paint a picture that will touch the soul.
Using words you can destroy the confidance of another human being.
using words,you canchange the perspective of a given situation to benefit many,or to provoke a crowd to anger.
using words you can scar a child for the rest of his life or instill in him a pride that leads to success.
Words..The double edged sword.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
The sea calls my name and I obey.
As I walk the deck feeling the wooden planks beneath my feet,
I am at peace.

The rigging hangs from above,
The sails billow in the wind.
Far above my head, I see the look out,
Perched in the crows nest,
Ready to give the alarm
of another ship, or storm, or land
on the horizon,
I am home.

Though shipmates scurry around me
I am alone
Alone with my love;
The waves beating against the hull,
The smell of the salt air,
The gentle sway of the ship,
The songs of gulls flying nearby.
This is our dance
Our Song
I am home.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
My hands are strong.
I knead the clay, making sure there are no trapped pockets of air that could ruin my creation.
As I  work, the clay takes on its own life and I become the pawn..
Pushing here pulling there..scraping and forming what the clay wants to be.
I know now how man came to be.
With a creator that allowed the creation to become what it wanted to be.
I am here to continue the process
I became..To be the sculptor
With the sculpture speaking through me.
The circle becomes complete.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
There's a snapshot of you in my heart.
It never grows old or goes gray.
It sees you the way you're remembered
Forever a child at play

I know you have had your trials.
I know you have had your pain
But my heart wants to keep you protected
So you, a small child remain.

And now I finally understand
My Saviors love for me
For nwhenever I feel downhearted
I picture me on His knee

He wraps His arms around me
And protects me from my pain
A child of God forever
I always will remain

I had to share this thought with you
in hopes that you will see
When lifes road gives you hardship
seek God's love..Then seek me.
Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
My baby daughter pats my face
and the joy within me flows

Unafraid to show her love
At least until she grows.

Why do cease to demonstrate
our love for one another?

The pureness of a childs love..
A pat on the cheek for Mother.
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