Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Grandmother's Heart















Pop and Grandmother Bowling and Grandchildren
(approximately 1972)



1963- Written by Ruth Bowling

I’ve tried for many a hour and a minute
to imagine this world without me in it.

I cannot think of a newborn day
without me in it somehow someway.

I can’t imagine an Autumn flare
without me here- alive- aware.

I cannot think of a dawn in Spring
without my heart awakening.

These treasured years will come and go.
With swifter pace, but this I know
I have NO fear, I have NO dread
of that numbered day that lies ahead.

My flesh will turn to ash and clay,
But I’ll be here- somehow, someway.

The body is a perishable thing, but not so the soul. God, through his Son, Jesus Christ, has told us this.
We will live on. How and where is determined by the way we live on earth, while the body and soul exist as one.



While cleaning out some of my Grandmother Bowling's possessions, my cousin found this poem. It was written three years before I was born, while my grandparents still lived on their 600 plus acre dairy farm in upstate South Carolina. My grandmother was raised in an orphanage and spent most of her 92 years struggling emotionally. She was a brilliant woman with many academic and public accomplishments.

I am thankful to have a copy of this poem. It enables me to glimpse deep into the heart of my grandmother. I share it with each of you today as an example of faith and GOD's healing. Many times we do not know what lies within the heart of our love ones.

Love, Blessings and prayers,

Andrea

11 comments:

RCUBEs said...

So many are hurting today. This is a timely post sister Andrea and thank you, yes, I did pop over that site that you mentioned and prayed for them.
That's quite a treasure you found! Great poem, depicting of a hope that lies in the "future". To God be the glory! God bless and love to you sister.

Terri Tiffany said...

How wonderful that you have a piece of her writing. It makes me wonder who will read mine years and years from now and what will they think of me?

ATTIC CLUTTER said...

HI Andrea(:)
Thanks for the poem you shared ..
I liked it ..such a neat gift to have from your grandmother~!!
Big hugs, Patty

Heart2Heart said...

I love finding things from another time! It feels like you share that moment with them. You can put yourself into what they were like and what they were going through.

Truly a priceless gift!

Love and Hugs ~ Kat

Saleslady371 said...

This stirs feelings inside me, dear Andrea. Back in 1980 my mother in law knew she was dying and the cancer was spreading. She looked out at the bare trees and said "I don't think spring will come this year."

Thanks for sharing it!

Love,
Mary

Mary Moss said...

So this is where your gift as a writer originates:-)

Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.

Blessings,
Mary

Lisa said...

The picture looks like it is in good shape too, what a keepsake. The poem has much meaning, I like it very much.

Alleluiabelle said...

Dearest Andrea,

What a treasured, priceless gift to find! The poem that your grandmother wrote is absolutely beautiful and touched my heart deeply. I would cherish that my friend...and as Mary Moss said above, now we know where some of your writing talent came from. You write from the heart dear friend and I love that about you.

You are such a blessing to me sweet sister.

Love & Prayers,
Alleluiabelle

Laurie said...

Wow, what an incredible poem that you found! Beautiful, simply beautiful. I miss you sis. Thanks for your comment my way. Love ya, Laurie

Leslie said...

What a neat thing to have! And as someone else has already stated, now you know where you got your gift and desire to write from!

Beautiful blessings to you!

girlinaglasshouse said...

What a precious possesion. I too have a few of my grandmothers writings and they help me to hold her near and remember her beautiful heart.