Please Come Home

02/21/2011


I lived in an egg

Controlled

Enclosed

Afraid

Restrained to grow

And cheer up

And chirp

And fly

When forced to come out

I walked on eggshells

I wiped tears

I speak not

When I have chosen to live

I walk with faith

Found home

Praise

For Jingle Poetry on Our Home, Temple, Sanctum

For the missing child — yours, you, or the child within. Come back home again.

All brokenhearted

The House of God is open

Please come home and heal.

 

For Us. Let’s come home.

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Joy Tizon

1. My Mother. She had me made a dress each recognition day of my elementary days. Each year for 6 years I had a new dress! Yipee!

2. My Father. He played scrabble and chess with me when I was a kiddo. He must be proud of me when I won just like I am now with my son!

3. My Siblings. They’re awesome in their own ways. More awesome than me!

4. My Hubby. I wonder how could he love me, hate me, love me, hate me, love me!

5. My Kiddos. My heart swells!

6. God. He is also the wonder of my life!

7. Joy. She’s my dear friend since college. She’s the 1st friend who really got close to my heart and her smile is the sweetest. And it’s her birthday today — Happy Birthday Joy!

Just 7 for now though I got a whole lot more like my pliers, paint brushes and colored pens. Really just 7 for now.

This entry is here to create wonder and share with you what is written on my heart. Can you please share some of yours?

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I have a JOB!

How can I hate a JOB?

It’s a hug

It’s love

It’s kisses

It’s funny antics

It’s a prayer

It’s a frown

It’s a tantrum

It’s a battle

It’s a scar

It’s grrrr

Everyday is Valentine’s Day,

Resurrection, Halloween,

Mother’s Day and Thanksgiving

Sweet, saucy, spicy or scary

That’s my JOB – Jar Of Blessings!

What is yours?