Louise Dean
Austinville, Virginia, USA
Louise DeanAustinville, Virginia, USA |
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Louise had been writing poetry since her early teens, she packs shirts in a sewing factory that are shipped all over the world. She is an active member of her church and enjoys playing music and photography. Louise has had her poetry published by the National Library of Poetry. She hopes to, in the near future, to publish a collection of poems, called Thoughts From The heart. She plans to dedicate it to God, who has given her the talent to touch other people's lives. Louise says, "Writing poems is a way to stay in touch with other people's feelings." |
The Knock At The DoorI heard a gentle knock at the door, but there were so many things I needed. So that knock, I thought I would ignore,Till everything, I wanted to do was through. Time quickly passed by, and the night soon drew nigh, Tired, I layed down upon my bed, a good days work done, To myself I said, in the stillness of the night, Once more, I heard that gentle knock at the door, Tired and weary, I needed my rest. Tomorrow, I'll take time for my guest, Awakening to a new dawn, I ran and unlatched the door. I was shocked, my guest was gone, why he left, I wasn't really sure. Tears swelled up in my eyes, as my heart pondered all the why's. My night grew so long, I thought I'd never see days dawn. My chores, I tried my best to do, but my heart wasn't in it. I knew, I longed so much, once more, to hear that gentle knock at my door. With my life filled full of gloom, I fell on my knees in my bedroom. I asked God, what was wrong, that my heart no longer had a song. My son, to your door, came to knock, but the door, you wouldn't unlock, He tried His best, for he longed to be your special guest. O God, I pleaded, send Him once more, My heart longs to hear His knock at the door. I listened as days passed by, to hear at my door, His gentle knock. Then one day, my heart with joy, did cry, His knock I heard and ran, the door to unlock. My Dear Jesus, come in today, and with me, forever, live and stay. | In The GardenTired and worn from life's many test,I walked into the garden today, With my head bowed on my chest, I dropped to my knees and begin to pray, I talked to God the best I knew how, And spoke of just throwing in the towel, For life was too much for me to bare, Especially when it seems there's no one to care, For what is life that's filled with a broken heart, That, from me, seems never to part, Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in my ear, So I turned to see the noise I hear, I saw a beautiful rose in full bloom, It shattered all my gloom, I no longer feel all alone, And my broken heart is gone, For He wrapped me in His loving grace, Now in life, when I feel I can go no longer, I slip off into my secrets praying place, In the garden where He makes me stronger. |