The Poetry of Ruth - Pg 2

Oprah 

Blessed art thou amoung women.

I celebrate you,

for all the loving charitable "good" work

you have done and continue to do -

to the glory of God,

from your beloved God-filled heart.

Especially on behalf of the children.

Though you have not given birth

from your own womb,

you have given new life to millions

of children around the world.

You are indeed a most precious pearl.

I celebrate you

for inspiring the children

to read and learn

to explore

through the world around them,

to be concerned and care

for others welfare -

challenging them not to bury their gifts and talents,

nor their minds and heads in the dank

tunnels and barren sand,

but to take up the lantern which lights

through the darkness -

illuminating the paths of others to follow

and command.

You have set in motion a love potion

of a mighty force

empowered with integrity and compassion,

responsibility and trust,

honor and dignity -

to chart a new defining course.

A force which will infuse higher levels

of meaningful achievements,

inspire greater awareness and perception,

and encourage many honorable accomplishments

and generate rewards of sustained significance.

I celebrate you

for the desire

birthed in your spirit

to make a difference,

to press on,

to be a blessing,

to go for the gold,

to follow through with life's lessons,

to be an instrument of help,

rather than that of a hindrance. 

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I celebrate you

for your open platform,

for choosing not to bend or conform,

for staying in the fiery fire,

for choosing God on Whom you would rely,

for believing in the good in man,

for choosing to defend the right

of woman to stand,

for taking on the abused child cause,

for choosing to fight to rectify

the wretched laws,

for keeping your eyes on the prize,

for choosing the gift of pleasant surprise!

for being the wonderful you that you are,

for giving a person a brand new car.

I celebrate you

as a life giver,

who was birthed along the banks

of the Jehovah Jireh River.

You have brought tears of woe to overflow,

and dried them up to hearts aglow.

To many you have given life of real substance,

and changed new lives to be enhanced.

I celebrate you

my precious sister and friend,

and I celebrate dear precious Gail as well.

You are both and example

of the "body" of Christ

as it is intended when it is ascended.

Bless you continually

in all that you do,

and know that here sits one

who truly celebrates you,

who is really proud of you,

and thanks you

for being you.

Your sister, Ruth

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I AM SOMEBODY

(By Jasmine, October 5, 2004 (at age 13)

I am a living vessel who lost her sinful life

To gain a spiritual one

Inside this vessel is the smell of chamomile

Who is strong, yet gentle like a grandmother

Never overpowering

But never losing its identity

I am like the smoothness of cashmere

Like a warm, comforting hug from a dad

Overflowing with love

Hardworking and helpful

Being daddy's little ladybug

I am like a sound as sweet as a piano being played

Filling the air with its joyful melody

A complex, yet simple song

A tangy taste like papaya

Unique but sweet and comforting

I am like the sun shining brightly with its warm,

Sunny rays

On the outside sweet

On the inside mighty and powerful

Happy as a nine-year old in Central Park

Happy as biting into a piece of European chocolate

For the first time

I am yellow like the sun -

Bright, cheerful and energetic

To the point of annoyance

I am Jasmine Ruth Dunamis Jones

I Am Somebody!