Reflections of Judy

Let Me Live

2004-12-11T07:12:00.000-08:00

Momma I could be a ballerina ,I know Id love to dance.
Momma I could be a doctor if only I had the chance.
Momma I have so much to give ,if you would only let me live.
Momma I know you feel all alone, I wish that I could speak,
I’d tell you it won’t be long before I can wipe tears from your cheek.
I’m already a child momma, I’ve already smiled.
I have so much to give ,Momma if you just let me live.
Momma I could be a ballerina ,I know Id love to dance.
Momma I could be a doctor if only I had the chance.
Momma I have so much to give, if you would only let me live.
ãBy Judy Arline Puckett

A Tree Fable

2004-12-11T07:11:00.000-08:00

Weeping Willow -A Tree Fable
Once upon a time ...Long ago in a far away land, there lived beautiful princess .
She walked through the forest watching a young
deer, as it fed on the grass turn quickly to bolt,
falling from a hunter’s arrow. Tears fell from her eyes ,causing them to glisten in the sun giving her eyes the look of a sparkling star on a moonlit night. The young hunter was in awe of her beauty. He walked up to her and knelt with a bow, giving her the promise that his arrow would never again pierce anything that would bring tears to her eye. She was touched by his promise and the kind look in his eyes. He was very handsome. She fell deeply in love as if a magical spell had been cast by fairy dust.
Her father did not approve of the match because he was a commoner. He sent the young hunter to the New World. The young princess rushed to him as he boarded the ship. She placed in his hand a bag of magical seeds given to her by a magician .Her tears fell onto the seeds. She told him to plant the seeds where ever he was, and someday she would find him.
The young hunter carried her seeds with him to the New World. He fell asleep one night by a river with the seeds laying close to him.
The next morning he felt the cool breeze of wind
and heard it whisper her name. He awakened with tears in his eyes to see a beautiful tree had grown close to where he had sleep, giving him shelter. He carved a heart into the tree with the
tree with the name of his princess.. The tree has shed her tears and has been given her name,
Weeping Willow.

Weeping Willow

2004-12-11T07:10:00.000-08:00

You bow down weeping willow
And shed your tears on the earth’s pillow,
There is a soft cry in the breeze.
Men come to you to find their peace.
You’ve heard their prayer, and felt their tears,
You’ve heard dreams, and felt their fears.
Somehow you give men ease,
Men come to you to find their peace.
The wild birds often bellow,
Secrets of a lonely heart and soul.
Only you could know.
Maybe you’ve heard wind whisper a hello
And you wish you could go,
You stand alone so close to the meadow.
As the wind gently blows your leaves,
Men come to you to find their peace.
You bow down weeping willow,
And shed your tears on earth’s pillow.
ãJudy Arline Puckett

Nature's Magic

2004-12-11T07:09:00.000-08:00

Nature’s Magic
Nature has a magic all of it’s own.
The wind seems to whisper it’s own soothing song.
The sunlight shining on the water and through the trees,
Only a great a Artist could create such a ever changing Master piece.
Proof of God’s Existence.
ãJudy Arline Puckett

Heart Of The Tree

2004-12-11T07:07:00.000-08:00

The heart of a tree
With branches reaching out as if for an embrace,
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong,
The leaves may fall ,but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can’t see,
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter’s cold chill, you can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone ,but the tree stands strong,
Until winter turns to spring,
And the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall,
There are some things that the eyes can’t see,
Like the heart of a tree.
Through the storms and the wind,
The tree bows again with a graceful bend.
Still standing at the end,
Until the sun shines again on his old friend.
The leaves may fall ,but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can’t see,
Like the heart of a tree
ãJudy Arline Puckett

Unfinished Masterpiece

2004-12-11T07:05:00.000-08:00

Unfinished Masterpiece
God look ed at me ,and smiled,
I m not though with you child,
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees,
You are my work of art, an unfinished Masterpiece.
God raised His hand ,with His brush,
He said Art is a thing you can’t rush,
With a special stroke, He added hope
And He painted over the heart that was broke,
He seems to paint me with such ease,
I’m God’s unfinished Master piece.
I heard Him say, I l l put a breeze in your hair,
I’ll paint you a beautiful day, and Ill bow your head in prayer
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees.
You’ll my work of art, my unfinished Masterpiece.
By Judy Puckett

The Face Of God

2004-12-11T07:03:00.000-08:00

I ‘v e seen God’s face
Compared to ours,
He’s the rose,
We are the wildflowers.
I’ve seen God’s face in the rain.
God’s face is love’s undying flame.
I’ve seen God’s face when I was alone.
His face was the friend that came to make me strong.
I’ve seen God’s face ,when I felt the wind blow .
I’ve seen God’s face smile as he holds my soul.
I’ve seen God’s face in the starry night.
He ‘s with me every place I walk in His light.
I know what God looks like ,He shows me Heaven above.
In every day and night I see God ’s love.
I see God’s face telling me the star, is not that far.
With every rainbow I chase, I see God’s face.
ãBy Judy Puckett