Helen Marang Gafford 

Pinehurst, Idaho, USA 

  
 
 

I am an ordinary great-grandmother in beautiful North Idaho. I grew up in a small town in Missouri, and 63 years ago I wrote my first poem about my mother, who died when I was eight. I feel God gives me the words and I am truly blessed that He gives me the ability to write them down. I have been published by: a local paper, World of Poetry, and The National Library of Poetry. My memberships include: Pen and Quill writing club, lifetime member of International Society of Poets, and Northwest Christian Writers.
 

Be Still And Listen

If we would but listen
When we pray
For the still small voice
To show the way,
If we would believe
In His wisdom and love,
And know that all good things
Come from above,
We never would doubt
Because we would know,
By His holy grace
Will our faith grow.

Precious Moments

She is a winsome pint-size cherub
Bouncing her way into your heart,
With an angelic smile and loving laughter
And just a streak of stubbornness
Presented with all the charm and finesse
Of a seasoned diplomat.
Ingenious in her world of make-believe
She entertains and captivates her guests.
Long after she is grown, we shall remember
These precious fleeting moments of today,
Then we will smile within our heart.

The Faith Of A Child

If we would have the deep shining faith
Of a child when he kneels to pray,
Then we would feel God's presence
In a very personal way.
His love would surround us like sunshine
Lightening our burdens and care.
We'd rest in assurance of God's great love
And the power of positive prayer.

Loving Presence

If we meet God in the morning
He'll go with us all the day.
We can feel His loving presence,
He will hear us when we pray.
If we give Him all the glory,
Sing His praises from the heart,
He will give us strength for living,
If we only do our part.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Helen Marang Gafford. All rights reserved.