Featured Poems by Dorothy Womack -- April 2000

Remember Me

Remember me when roses bloom
And Spring returns again ---
For I am ever present in your midst
In the dawn and in the wind ---

You mustn't think I've gone away
For good - Instead remember me
The way I was in better days
The way it used to be ----

Remember me as I am now
Alive, at peace, and free ---
There is no place for sorrows past
Is just a lost memory ----

For life derives its' purest joy
In living day to day ---
Follow what I've taught you
And REMEMBER ME, this way .....

© 2000 Dorothy Womack

Blinders

One never realizes the good that they do
Until long after the fact, and their efforts are through
They go about their daily lives ---
Not knowing who has read and surmised

That what they are facing has been faced before
One already walked in their shoes - Knows the score
Help is available at every turn ---
Comfort is free and cannot be earned

One lives with blinders and thus, cannot see
The fruit that is brought forth from a mature tree
Others receive bounty from God's open hands
Their hope is renewed, and faith lives again

Yet I am the one who walks in the dark
I cannot quite grasp that I hold the spark
That lights the way brightly for those close behind
The words from my pen bring peace to their minds

So, yes, I am grateful for all that I've seen
In the midnight hour, the places I've been
Where no man could go with me - so I went alone
But Christ was there waiting, to give me a home

Here upon earth, I may claim a small place
I hold deed to Heaven, by His mercy and grace
So even though others find answers through me
'Tis not I, but GOD - It is CHRIST whom you see.....

© 2000 Dorothy Womack

Paint Me a Picture

Paint me a picture of what Heaven must be
For I’m a mere mortal, and I cannot see
The realms that you dwell in – the places you know
So paint me a picture and help me to grow
Into the knowledge which you now possess –
Impart to me wisdom, counsel and rest ---
Twirling around in the Light of God’s Love
Grant me a glimpse of Heaven above.
Yes, paint me a picture with guiding hands
Of Heavenly Hosts – Waterfalls – Angelic Bands
Majestic mountains – Singing saints –
Places and scenes, which only you could paint!
And I’ll wait for tomorrow to come
When we’ll be united, together, as one
Until then – While we must dwell apart
Just paint me a picture, to hold in my heart!

© 1996 Dorothy Womack
(This poem was written for my mother’s epitaph. Mom had visited Heaven before
she died, and lived to tell about it. A self-taught artist in her late 60s, Mom was told by a glowing being that she would be painting the landscapes of Heaven when she came Home…)

Watching

I watched her as her memory began to fade each day ---
I watched her as her mind itself slipped, piece by piece, away
I watched her frame diminishing, as every organ failed ----
I watched her as her body fought against its last exhale.
I watched so long until there was little left of me –
A broken, shriveled, devastated personality ---
I cried until my tears themselves snuffed out the Light within
I wondered why would God decide to leave ME, without THEM.
I watched her as her slender hands appeared to me one day –
Her gentle eyes looked longingly –
Though no words were found to say ---
I watched her walk and twirl around in the Presence of the King
For a fraction of a moment, I could hear the angels sing !
I watched her as her peaceful grace offset the pain she’d bore
Her countenance shone as the sun – and I believed once more !
I cried until my tears themselves revealed God’s Love within
I understood, and knew, why God took HER to be with HIM ---
Now hope arises in my heart, calm assurance when I pray
As my eyes continue watching ----
I will see them, BOTH, one day….

© 1996 Dorothy Womack
(My mother actually appeared to me after she died, and turned a music box several times (in front of witnesses). This is a detailed account of what I actually saw – before Mom died – and after!!)