With Open Arms
by Teresa M Walker
Friday, December 05, 2014
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A sweet endearment to my Grandpa Ryel when I would stay at their home in the country. He would read his Bible daily, not knowing I was watching him at night.
With Open Arms
He drove an old beat up truck
invoking memories of the past, his face, a smile that grew.
Some days he greeted sunrise, on his way to work each day,
read his Bible daily,
each night God showed the way.
His life's example to everyone,
as he lived out on the farm,
step out, step up, but most of all,
love, with open arms.
With open arms, you get a hug,
with open arms, you conquer pain,
with open arms, you show forgiveness,
with open arms, it takes the shame.
With open arms, it teaches others,
the golden rule, it is the key,
do unto others, as we'd have done to us,
with open arms, it'll set you free.
(C) By Teresa Bellamy Walker
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|Reviewed by John Domino
|Wow! This is a GREAT tribute to Grandpa Ryel. He will be forever a part of you and your character. My Grandpa Favorito did the same. He was at his last stages of life and I visited him in a hospital. I pinned my captains bars on his pajamas and said, "Thank you Grandpa." He said, "Thank you Johnnyboy but I got to go right now. There is nothing wrong with me but these people here are very sick." So he walked from one patient to another visiting each one, tending to there needs. Reading the Bible to some and just taking and/or bring water to another. That was my grandpa and my inspiration. It was what he did not what he said that remains a part of me forever. Christmas Blessings, John M.D.|
|Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
|Teresa, without a doubt...you admire your Grandpa...you respect
and love Him...and that He's an especially pious man...your poem's
wondering about your Grandpa's qualities...a compass that directed
Him throughout His life...and how your lives are reflected in all
people around you both...
A truly inspiring poem. Thank you for sharing.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|It could be a song, but then, there is already a small entitled, Open Arms.
Good to see you posting again and remembering your grandfather. I remember both of mine… Hard-working men that life had dealt a hard hand to.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such a loving and meaningful tribute, Teresa. Thank you for sharing it. I did not get to know any of my grandparents because my own parents left France for Canada and thus, I really know little about my "extended" family. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Wonderful.............this touched me deeply and reminded me of my father.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|My Grandpa Eric, too, was a man of God. He changed my life with his open arms, wisdom, and love. To this day, Teresa, I remember vividly the absorbing Bible stories, and accounts of his life, he shared with me as a young boy while I was sitting near him by the fireplace in the basement of his home in Lincolnwood Illinois. Your sentiment in this was palpable and touched me deeply. All the very best to you...|