From the Heart
Louise Gibson

Oh, the nostalgia of memories of long ago-
of friendships formed in church groups
that set our heart aglow.
Friends are one of life’s richest blessings-
the fellowship warms our heart.
We need people to share our hopes and fears-
a family set apart.
Life, like a church supper,.
offers a variety of temptations to succumb-
But, like the preacher always stood up to say,
Hold on to your fork, folks-
the best is yet to come”!


I really loved your poem, Louise. I liked the way you related dessert with what is to come in life as well as the rhythm and rhyme of it. Thank you for a wonderful instight.
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Chuch suppers are still going on though many are not bring a dish but rather prepared by the church.
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Such a wonderful poem. I am blessed by those friends made long ago and I am holding onto my fork!
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Thank you for your kind remarks. I was beginning to think that maybe I was too antiquated, and nobodfy could relate to my sentiments concerning church suppers.
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Eyes have not seen, nor ears have not heard what God has prepared for those who love Him! (Forgive me for not listing the Bible verse origin. I love to remember scripture, but I often fail to remember where in the Bible I found it.)
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