Thoughts of Theresa

   

 

 

 

  Life you dastardly fool! Thievery is all you know. You stole my love, You stole my hope, And left me a worried brow. My confidence is yours. My joy is now with you. My smiles are yours, Glad times are yours, And my delight is yours too. Oh life you silly fool, You may have my peaceful sleep... But you forgot my memories; Now, those are MINE to keep! Theresa. V

 

 

 

  Crinkle, crackle, crumble, pop! Packets placed behind books propped. Rumble, grumble, tumble, sigh... Hungry tummies make us guile. Sneaky signals to friendly peers Hush! Careful, the teacher's near! Giggle, whisper, snigger, grin Slight relief from the college din. Crinkle, crackle, crunchy, pop May the memories never stop! Theresa.V Ok, this is one poem that may be on the simpler side - but it still holds a place in my heart. I wanted to capture the sneaky snacking - that we sometimes indulge in due to a missed breakfast, late lunches or just the fact that a friend had a snack on them! I hope this brings back good memories for you all! ❤️Tess

 

 

 

  The morning sings of new beginnings Of fresh starts and new life brimming. The air is crisp with crimson hue And flowers are bathed in misty dew. The birds sing songs of joy and life, The priest chants prayers of peace from strife; The market awakens, the bustle begins Homes are astir with buoyant din. Life, seems to beckon and call  Offering adventure and nary a fall.      And yet I sit and stare out at the sun As memories flood in Of times once gone. Theresa. V

  Raid the houses, Plunder the land! Kings will dance  In the palm of my hand! Beg on your knees,  Off with his head! Search no more Morality lies dead! Ah! how I rule With dire power... Souls and minds  All mine to devour! Hope lies in rags Peace quakes in fear Yet I reign -  For man holds me so dear. Theresa. V

  I recently understood what it means to "feel" God's presence. I also realized that we have to actually "choose" to accept or feel his love. To many this might be obvious - and to be honest I thought I knew this too. But I realize that until now I hadn't really realized how simple this could be. I fell sick during the past week and was feeling quite down and alone. Since I'm away from home I had to take care of myself - and while my friends were ready to help, there's something about 'home' that just can't be substituted.  To distract myself, I put on some worship music and pictured myself as the person singing the hymn. And suddenly - it wasn't so bad anymore. I felt hugged, felt like I wasn't alone anymore, felt loved. And I was surprised, honestly - I didn't expect to feel anything. But here I was feeling something that I can only describe as 'comfort'. This taught me two main lessons: Whatever is going on - God se...

To Mother divine I stand before all - scarred with sin; My soul is bruised and stained within. I stand before all - clothed in shame And raise my eyes to you sweet dame. I turn to you - O Mother divine; Your smile is loving, sweet and fine. I show you the wrongs that I have done; You show me Jesus - your loving Son. I stand before all - scarred and frayed; No spear or sword or shield or blade. I kneel before you hopeful still; To give you my heart and my will. You I choose to be my Queen; To you I give what is and has been. My body, my soul, my every deed, To offer to God for those in need. Theresa.V Inspired by the words of St. deMontford in the 33 Days to morning glory consecration ("In the presence of all the heavenly court, I choose you this day for my Mother and Queen.") It felt like I was soldier (a prayer soldier) and I was accepting my duties of prayer & obedience of God's word whilst telling Mary that she was going to be mentor and guide. "The queen who ...

THE DANCE OF SPRING The rivers are aflow and the flower beds dance, The birds soar to the heavens - their songs are glad! Men sing songs throughout the land As the earth rejoices at the work of God's hand. Death has departed - life washed and restored Spring has arrived and the earth is aglow! All beings exclaim - they praise and adore The God of heaven - who smiles from his abode. Theresa.V

PRAYER FOR PEACE She searched the earth for Silver and Gold; She searched the sea for tales untold.. She searched the distant hills and vales, But her quest to find happiness had sadly failed. She roamed the cities near and far. She saw weakness and also power... She heard of battles and great wins, But she observed the pain and scarred skin. She found death, desperation and fear; She found starvation, cold and tears, She found resentment, found no relief - But she also found warmth, love and peace. For within the homes of the dry cold lands, Families sat - hand in hand... Offering prayers of hope and love And asking for well-being to the Lord above. She did not understand the pain and sin. She didn't celebrate the glorious win. She did however fold her hands in prayer And thanked the Lord for love, hope and care. Theresa.V

Dear A, I met you a long long time ago And though I hesitated to say 'hello' -  I'm glad we became the best of friends, And know we'll remain so till the end. Many a song have we shared, Happy memories made uncompared. And when life gave me a nasty squeeze Your smile never failed to put me at ease. You taught me to give new things a try I'll always adore auntie's potato fry! Your prayers helped me through quite a lot, For this I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope you remember my cookies and cakes, My stories may have given you quite a headache... Thank you for being there when I felt under the weather I'll always cherish our time together. I always brushed off the thought That there'd be a day then we are apart. I always hoped that day would never come; Who will I lean on? Will life be fun? But now I see, I have no choice But to leave you be - and move on with life With teary eyes I wish you luck And hope that forever we'll stay in touch. ...

Behold our enemy! dark despair In her hand a scythe, of power uncompared It slices happiness and destroys mirth To destruction and depression it gives birth... She corners her victim, in a room so bare -  Powdering walls reflect the dark scythe's flare, She doesn't hurt him - oh no instead She shows him the worst thoughts in his head. At first he grasps around for a happy thought But all around he finds nothing but rot He falls to his knees, his mind terrified But then a small ray of light catches his eye. He turns around and looks aghast As a sword materializes - he sees sees his past He sees the smiles of faces so dear And memories made - of hugs and cheer. He smiles and takes the sword so dear  And turns to face his despair and drear But to his surprise she is nowhere in sight And the room is now lit with the sword's warm light. And thus spoke the sword with a booming voice: "She's gone - you see, you made a choice, In darkness you remembered the beauty of life ...

Thank you dear teacher  For always being there; Thank you for every advice, thought and prayer Thank you for showing me that I could, And thank you for believing that I would Theresa. V

  There once were two scientists named Doom and Gloom, Their similarities too far and too few. The common link was a cupboard so dear, A cupboard that contained both happiness and fear. When at first they met Gloom was apprehensive For Doom seemed rather tense, dark and pensive. But soon enough the ice was broken, And it turns out Doom was quite outspoken! And so began a hilarious adventure Of food, insults and many a venture! Their experiments nearly blew up the house- But they were grounded by a lizard and a mouse. Thus the story continues - over hills and vales; With Gloom's numerous stories and Doom's weird tales. And what about dear cupboard you ask? Well, it'll always remain to love and to last. Theresa. V

 Dear V, A million memories so dear I hold, A million memories worth Silver and Gold  A million words between us both A million jokes thrown back and forth. Dozens of games, the secrets we share  Not once have you ever failed to be there In times of need - to hold and to heed To dry my tears - to love and to lead. Thank you for being there - near or far Thank you for being who you are Thank you for triangles, thanks for notes Thank you for not laughing at my high hopes. And if ever life may drag us apart I hope I do have a place in your heart  Somewhere warm, happy and problem free That way I'll be there with you - how you are with me. Theresa. V

  Dear N, Wherever you are near or far, I'll always love you for who you are; Never change, stay the same And may your selflessness never be tamed. Stay strong, stand your ground And don't you worry - I'll be around Sometimes to taunt and to tease, But also to help you in time of need. Theresa. V