Helen Hastings

Cleveland, Ohio

Helen's poetic writing dates from 1944. Her travels in the Brazilian Amazon in 1952, prompted a desire to fly light aircraft; accomplishing her solo flight in a Piper Cub in 1955. Helen's interests include: fishing, gardening and antiques. Volunteer service in the police auxiliary earned her a Mayor's Award. Currently, she is writing a young people's book to be dedicated to her two sons. Helen is retired from Metro Health Medical Center in Cleveland. Helen's goal: "Be true to God - Fair to man, lifting the Cross of Christ across God's land."

While the Spark is Still Within

Our passage through time, is a one way door,
By which we may return --- no more;
We can't go back to yesterday,
To change one single deed or thought,
For yesterday is spent ----
Recorded indelibly -- as it was wrought.
But today, while the spark is still within,
We can right a wrong -- repent a sin;
Today, --- we can make amends for many yesterdays.
And today, ---while the spark is still within,
We can yet work God's fields for the harvest;
To slacken ---- we cannot afford,
Rejoice then, this day of salvation;
Through faith in Christ Jesus, our Lord!
We can still carry high, the cross of Christ,
As was done in days of yore---
We have till the trump of God does sound, -----
Then time will be ---- no more.

In The Name Of Jesus
(Ode To God)

Unending grace
From heaven above
Descending from
A God of love
Offers an only
Begotten son
On Calvary's cross for
Everyone
And those believing
In Christ alone
Await his return
To lead them home
And God thru Christ
Hears their need
In prayer
Extending eternal
Shelter there
By the terms of God
it is ours to claim
Salvation thru Jesus'
Holy name
And all who believe
May join his fold
Becoming a part of ---

The greatest story
To have ever been told

God's Hand On Mine
(Ode To God)

With thee holding my hand,
My joy is complete;
And life seems peaceful and pure,
But if thou should leave,
Then sorrow I'd meet;
And life, a nightmare I couldn't endure.
If I were oppressed by hardship and sin,
And caught in the drifting sands of time;
Neither grief could engulf, nor evil win;
As long as I find God's hand is on mine.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Helen Hastings. All rights reserved.