Lois Marie Thompson 

Marshall, Virginia, USA 

  
 
 

Born Dayton, Ohio (P) Dr. John C. Coldiron, Anna Evelyn Coldiron; (M) Philip Douglas Thompson, (CH) Julia-Anna Thompson Marsden and Philip Douglas Thompson, Jr. (ED) Christian College, Columbia, Mo. and U. of Kentucky, (OCC) Artist-Mezzo Soprano, (Memb) Warrenton Presbyterian Church (Elder), Antiquarian Society, Blue Ridge Flower Club, (HON) Phi Delta Delta, Ky. Colonel. (Awards) Two Editors Choice Awards for poems published by The National Library of Poetry. In my poems I want to depict, in a very honest way, my thoughts on subjects that reveal a nobility of spirit and feelings and scenes that amuse and inspire me.
 

Set Free

The trumpet calls across the plains,
Legions fall and rise again
To fight anew the ill begotten gains
Of power and greed and other things.
The heart is warm where friends abide
The Masters voice is tucked inside,
Each voice an echo of the other
Trust and love of one another
The old and new point out one fact
We can't turn back, we can't turn back,
His death has given us the key to heaven
His spirit left to guide us.
Forgetting self-cast off the mask,
Accept the task before you lain,
Remove all doubts, He is supreme
Judgment is His alone to claim.
With strength renewed, His spirit in us,
The unlocked doors of knowledge opened
Grace abounds and through it leads
The sick, the lonely, the lost like we
To heights of unimagined glory.
The bible tells a simple story
By Faith we are indeed set free,
To claim the promise from above,
And live eternally with His love.

Julia's Rocker

Back and forth time is spent
Making baby dolls content.

Whim

I sit me down a little while
And then perchance there comes a smile
And there I am up again
To cater to my little whim.

Innocence

It walks the paths of dancing leaves, free falling
Laughter on butterfly wings,
With abandon, never measured, a smile of light-
Pure delight fresh from God's warm embrace,
A signature of trust it ensues,
Love unfathomable it imbues,
A baby's smile reveals it's truth,
Innocence, thy name is beauty.

Spring

Behold this day and what it brings,
Sunshine, Easter grass, yellow green, grown in
Clusters, perfect for the nestled egg,
Agile robin bent on listening to all earths faint
Murmuring,
Winds, not yet breezes, romp and play
Then drop their plunder, when upon a gentle
Creature, while swirling clouds paint
Shadowed pictures on the earth,
Spring is here; God is good; He's brought
Her back again.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Lois Marie Thompson. All rights reserved.