My Mac Book Pro

My MacBook Pro

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Handicaps had set me a reeling

Seemed my learning style was all mucked

If I couldn’t live up to the plan

Figured I mine as well give up!

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“Put simply so you’ll understand it

Your brain has a processing problem

An abstract way of reasoning

Don’t worry we’ll get to the bottom”

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They called it slight dyslexia

An inability to read very well

I tried hard to focus upon each line

Yet the letters would not sit still

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And with that came another

More a dyslexia of thought

My ideas now all flying around

To one place how could they be brought?

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So I gathered my thoughts onto paper

Who cares if my spellings a crock!

Yet there lied a much deeper problem

My notes seemed to always get lost!

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But then I found a solution

In a surreal monitor screen

Yet let’s not to forget the brains inside

A duo processor so sleek & quite keen!!

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Its accessible memory was better than mine

For a hard drive it did contain

No longer having to try so hard

I now knew I was not insane!

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Not only did it help me to focus

It spelled my wrong words right

The words not seeming to jump around

My thoughts being always in sight!

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It also held in it great resource

Any questions? (With me there were lots)

I’d just google in some very choice words

And knowledge to me there was brought!

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Oh how I miss my MacBook Pro

My brain it was able to tap

We’d become such an excellent team

Where e’r I went it sat on my lap!

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Eloyce M Witzel

2/27/08

*Who Touched Me?

I know how she felt- just one face in the crowd

How could she catch His eye?

Important people all clamoring about

Little strength left- to try

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The leaders now pushing their way to the front

To encounter this Man so divine

No matter how long she surveys an approach

She can’t find the end of the line

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No way to catch His attention just now

She sneaks in- cowering close to the floor

Undetected- to touch the hem of His robe

Knowing she needs nothing more

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Now she’s crawling through the loud throng

All standing on tip toes to see-

Then He asks the question- demands a hush

Tell me ——— “Who touched me?”

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I’m wearing her warn out sandals

At the the back of the crowd I too stand

With a hope to bow at His feet

And see Earth’s scars in His hands

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To touch that hem of His pure white robe

With tears streaming down- there’s no doubt

No one goes undetected by God

To touch is what He’s all about

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Eloyce Witzel 3/13/09

Snowflakes

Wafting twirling

Falling swirling

To the frozen ground

Delicate with whimsey

Can’t be captured

As they float around

I reach my hand

They dodge my touch

With freedom have a will

From whence they came

To where they go

I love to watch them still

Eloyce  Jan 30, 2010

Home for Christmas

We’ll all be home for Christmas

That is- at our new address…

Cuz we’ve moved across the country

To Maryland we must confess

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We miss our family and friends

Especially our kids all grown

So we’ll try and get a picture up

As soon as they come home

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But until then- don’t drop us

From your address list

Cuz it’s a little lonely out here

So we hope you get the gist

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Of this poem- so off the cuff

Sounding trite- yet most sincere

To wish you a Merry Christmas

And a very happy New Year!

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Eddy and Eloyce Witzel

12/2009

Love and Worth

It never hit home till I was a young mom

And I went to a woman’s retreat

I heard there a speaker who was quite the scholar

A poignant message- she would repeat

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She set us in a picture

With our children in the room

And asked “What would be your reaction if you knew

Your sick child would be dying soon?”

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Tears welled up in my eyes

No God! Let me die instead!

He’s much too precious to loose his life

I’d rather be the one that’s dead!

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God taught me about myself

And what love really is

My worth He knew- cuz He was my parent

He gave His life- so I could live!

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I knew I loved my child gobs

So much- seemed my heart would just burst

Yet compared to God’s love- just a faction

So what did this tell me of worth?

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Wait!  Don’t go away!  There’s more

A story transcending childbirth

One that Jesus told while He was here

To help us understand our worth

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The story is of a merchant

Looking for precious pearls

In his search- found one of great value

Now here’s where the plot unfurls

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HE went away and sold all He had

Because He knew the pearls worth

He gave all He had for what He saw

In this treasure once buried in earth

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I am the one who’s the treasured pearl

It’s worth that He saw deep in me

For me He gave all that He ever had

His life through eternity!

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I’ve always been taught I should give all I have

Cuz God is the one to be treasured

What good I ask… To give all of naught?

Of emptiness… Nothing to measure?

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This whole concept struck a chord in me

And put my heart into action

That weekend the start of something brand new

My feet having now much more traction

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This story was my key

For a worthwhile life to live

I’ll give all I have for the rest of my days

cuz now I have something to give!

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Eloyce M Witzel

3/13/08

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Christ’s Object Lessons, Page 118

The parable of the merchantman seeking goodly pearls has a double significance: it applies not only to men as seeking the kingdom of heaven, but to Christ as seeking His lost inheritance. Christ, the heavenly merchantman seeking goodly pearls, saw in lost humanity the pearl of price. In man, defiled and ruined by sin, He saw the possibilities of redemption. Hearts that have been the battleground of the conflict with Satan, and that have been rescued by the power of love, are more precious to the Redeemer than are those who have never fallen. God looked upon humanity, not as vile and worthless; He looked upon it in Christ, saw it as it might become through redeeming love. He collected all the riches of the universe, and laid them down in order to buy the pearl. And Jesus, having found it, resets it in His own diadem. “For they shall be as the stones of a crown, lifted up as an ensign upon His land.” Zech. 9:16. “They shall be Mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up My jewels.” Mal. 3:17.

Where-with-all

If a picture’s worth 1000 words

Than the oposite must also be true

Cuz some of our brains work differently

But don’t let my words bother you

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I think- a word’s worth 1000 pictures

In my mind’s eye- that’s certainly true

Just one word and images build

Day dreamin’s what I tend to do

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So- if life is a pressure cooker

Then my billowing thoughts must be steam

Soaring throughout the the stillness of air

Much like an espresso machine

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Last week the word “where-with-all” came bursting forth

When I had none… so I thought

Yet I hadn’t heard those words saied- since I was a kid

My mom use to use them a lot…

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I’ve heard it said wisdom is what you get

When you don’t get what you want

But I never really knew what I wanted in life

Till I already liked what I got!

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Maybe what I’m getting is “where-with-all”

A confidence and resolve to finish

A work God started a long time ago

I know now…  that He will accomplish!

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Eloyce January 16, 2009

Where is the love?

Empathy caring love and compassion

The stuff that Jesus made plain

Proposing the cure for finger pointing

Or withholding for personal gain 

 

And if money’s where the heart is

Ones sure to fall down hard

Cuz soon we’ll all be penniless

And just holding on to God

 

The great equalizer strikes at the end

Though sometimes he comes even sooner

And when ones left with nothing to hold 

Life never has seemed harder

 

But it’s then that we can know

That the best things in life are free

And the present that makes this life a gift?

Involves a world much bigger than “me”

 

A tenderness shown through understanding

Sent down from heaven above

It’s then that we can truly know

It’s here that there is love

 

Eloyce Witzel

July  15, 2009

A Change

I’m liking the word “we” much better than “me”

Rather than “mine” ?  I like “ours” instead

And now it’s all coming back to me

Though for too long hope seemed to be dead

 

Sometimes a mind has a hard time considering

The “us” that’s been for so long

Now and again- not remembering

Our once shared and much loved song

 

So busy searching for strength to endure

Can make life a one man show

Just fighting to survive

This ominous threat of unknown

 

It’s like we’ve been stuck on pause

Where we couldn’t see here nor abroad

But now were breaking free

Just what I requested from God

 

No longer feeling threatened

Nor hushed and made to feel dumb

We’re breaking the bonds of force and control

From under a relentless thumb

 

Rising above crazy-makers and fear-mongers

Nay-sayers and those who are mean…

Cuz fear doesn’t come from God

But it does crush our God given dreams!

 

So it’s “we” who go forward from this day

It’s “ours” who’s dreams are revived

Together to make a difference in this world

To be the change-  lived out through our lives!

 

Eloyce  Aug 10, 2009

My Wall

I use to not let people mess with my wall

Erected for my safty

A massive one of imposing hight

I know this may sound sort of crazy

 

Sometimes- I’d let someone step just inside

If they’d only talk about weather

Yet- venture past my safety zone

I’d avoid ‘em from then on-  forever!

 

I’d scoot them out turn my head

And leave ‘em wondering wherein

Blocking them out by acting aloof 

So uncomfortable in my own skin

 

I’ve change a bit- my wall’s sitting height

All part of what God’s been doing…

Yet sometimes I feel all exposed inside

All transparent… like everyone’s looking

 

I ask… How can I help others like me

If I don’t share what God has done?

Other’s who hide who they really are

Who find them selves too- on the run

 

What is it that I’m afraid of…

The me- who’s getting in touch?

No masquerade- Just the real thing

God’s child- whom He loves so much!

 

Eloyce  January 17, 2009

Sing Love Live Dance

Lets sing love live and dance

Upon this wide world

While we’ve got the chance…

 

Words deeply etched inside my heart

Yet oddly a state of mind

Strangely entangled they often meet up

In murmurous of perilous times

 

Most blessings from our loving God

Get dirtied and abused

In this earthly place we live

More often- they’re miss used

 

Let’s sing love live and dance

Upon this wide world

While we’ve got the chance…

 

Words known to be essential

For God’s abundant life to live 

It’s far too dangerous to sort it all out

For safety we burry our heads

 

What makes a counterfeit?

How do we know- true or false?

Which meanings bring praise to our loving God

To shine forth from our hearts?

 

Let’s sing love live and dance

Upon this wide world

While we’ve  got the chance…

 

Eloyce 2/27/09