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Heather Dickerson Poems
Your pain hurts me more than the bitterest winter. Your smile is more light than the burning sun.. Your face shows more experience than a tree of a thousand ages. Your generosity is more than the richest man
When you hear the cry of the lone wolf can you understand the pain of leaving the pack? When you hear the rustling leaves do you stop to listen to what they say? When you feel the pain of a bee sting do you understand his pain and the reason behind the action? When it rains, do you think of the beauty and sorrow of the world?
The river thrashes back and forth, but the beauty is unheard. Are you willing to listen and hear the song? The children laugh and look at the world in wonder. Won't you look and cherish their innocents?
Who Am I
Am I that uncontrollable teen that hurts others with bad choices? Or the one that only cares about the latest trend. Am I that perfect girl who can fix others problems but secretly can't fix her own? Or a tomboy that doesn't mind being pushed around.
I will give him my voice no matter how small it may be. I will shout His name to the sky no matter how foolish I may look.
Wisdom can be used in all ages. Wisdom should not be measured in physical age but in the age one understands.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Your pain hurts me more than the bitterest winter.
Your smile is more light than the burning sun..
Your face shows more experience than a tree of a thousand ages.
Your generosity is more than the richest man
Your strength is more than the mightiest bull.
Tell me why nothing convinces you of these.
Your a flower so magnificent and loved that others are driven to envy you.
They will insult you, ridicule you, so you feel inferior.
Is my love and the love of God not enough to make you feel otherwise?