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Shelley is single, a trained librarian who loves reading, writing and listening to her favorite music. A born again Christian, Shelley was raised in Connecticut. She moved to New York to attend graduate school and upon graduation made Brooklyn her home. She has been writing poetry for many years, rhyming poetry being her favorite form. She is learning the art of Haiku and Tanka poetry writing and also enjoys writing Cinquains, Rondelets and Sonnets. She has worked in corporate America for more than fifteen years as a documentation specialist. Presently she works in a university in New York. Joined All Poetry in June 25, 2005, posted her first comments and poetry on January 22, 2006.

       

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 My favorite poem that describes what it means to be a Christian:

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WHEN I SAY, "I AM A CHRISTIAN"

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost!  That’s why I chose this way”

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble—needing God to be my guide

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority—I only know I’m loved


Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer
Used by Permission
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                         

 

                    

 

                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Triquain form   

 created by Shelley Cephas 11/05/06

 a relative of... Cinquain and Rictameter.

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In autumn,

as burnished colored leaves

sway so softly in gentle breezes,

sunshine showers down in early morning blessing

with serenity as the new dawn

gives way to hope for all

this fine day,

made by God’s awesome hand,

given to mankind to maintain it

in its natural beauty, a garden of love;

a place of worship and communion

with Him who knows our hearts

through all time,

autumn brings a closure

before the brisk days of winter come

and nature begins its slumber as it awaits

spring and renewal of life and hope

arising to praise Him

for His grace

abounds through all seasons

drawing those who have come to know Him

into His awaiting arms, our precious Savior

who forgives our sins once and for all

throughout eternity

He is God.

                                                             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Wordchain form

created by: Shelley Cephas

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art by Vonin (from Deviantart)

Darkness

      where fear waits

      no matter how bright

                the day.

 

 Lost

      when mind and body

      disassociate with no place

                 to hide.

 

Abandoned

       wandering in homelessness

       looking for shelter without

                 any hope.

 

 Hopelessness

       withering away in sadness,

       nothing left of yourself

                 except insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Shellyan Sonnet form 

created by Shelley Cephas

 

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In nature see the glory of the Lord,

no one forget through it He is adored.

 

Listen tentatively and hear her voice

openly praising God in every way;

vast is His splendor in this land of choice,

earnestly see the beauty in each day.

Look carefully at nature and rejoice,

you’ll find Him there no matter what they say.

 

Great is His love for all that He has made,

attending earth with diligence and love;

remember a gift from Him will not fade,

delight in His good blessings from above.

Eternally a gift for all mankind

naturally by God it was designed.

 

 

 

 

 

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My Mum:

 

Crystaldust

http://allpoetry.com/poets/crystaldust


My Sisters:

 

Melissa

http://allpoetry.com/poets/molassis

LilacThOughts

http://allpoetry.com/LilacThOughts

Travelingdog

http://allpoetry.com/travelingdog

 

My Brother: 

 

Gary

http://allpoetry.com/getsbetter

Arkbear

http://allpoetry.com/Arkbear

 

My Daughters:

 

Danni (Sea Breeze)

http://allpoetry.com/poets/sea%20breeze

Lady of the Lake

http://allpoetry.com/poets/Lady%20of%20the%20Lake
TravelinFool

http://allpoetry.com/poets/TravelinFool

 

 

 

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