You Are the Star
Pastor, Happy Appreciation Day!
May you experience others—we pray.
Your seven point one decades of living
You have portrayed with generous giving.
Here's the occasion poem I wrote and read for my pastor's appreciation this Saturday: You Are the Star Pastor, Happy Appreciation Day! May you experience others—we pray. Your seven point one decades of living You have portrayed with generous giving. Add Comment Unafraid to Dream™ Yes, I am unafraid to dream, For I play for the winning team. When I place Christ first on my list, All possibilities exist. © 2012 Sylvia Green Chatman (an except from Unafraid to Dream™, one of my book of poems in the making) SIN NOT
Though you may get upset, Avoid falling in sin. Forgive before sunset. Why let the devil win? © 2011 Sylvia Green Chatman Satan's Finest Tools
©2006 Sylvia Green Chatman Anger rests in the bosom of fools. It is one of Satan’s finest tools. To make you livid and lose control-- This is one of his favorite goals. Stay aware of your foe and observe The ploys he tries to disturb your nerves. Take caution and avoid a huge scene Of spewing thoughts you do not mean. Attempt to find a less hostile route Before you let bitter words slip out. Deny the devil satisfaction; Pause a moment—ponder your actions. I APOLOGIZE
© 2011 Sylvia Green Chatman I apologize For the words I said. Instead of my heart, I spoke with my head. I opened my mouth With unintended hurt. I forgot I should Think before I blurt. This year alone, I attended five funerals. All of them were for family members: an uncle, age 62; an aunt, age 57; a brother-in-law, age 54; and two cousins-in-law, ages 54 and 45. Their deaths resulted from heart attacks, stroke, drowning, and one, allegedly, natural causes in the bathroom of a greyhound bus. The reactions I noticed expressed consistently by the bereaved, other than surprise, is regret. When loved ones pass away, people wish they had the opportunity to have said and done more. Hence, I was inspired to compose the following poem, “By Surprise”:
My heart rejoiced with excitement today! I reacquainted with several friends from my hometown, Boutte, LA, via Facebook. As one of them said, "Thank heavens for Facebook." Twenty years have passed since I have seen or heard from them. However, the mention of their names brought back pleasant memories as if it was yesterday. The following friend quote describes the experience: “Even though we've changed, and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends” (JJTK31 at thinkexist.com). With today's reunion, I can attest that Facebook is a valuable tool for locating family and friends as well as meeting new people. FB will also help us with "catching up." In closing, featured below is my friendship poem, "Treasured Blessing." Treasured Blessing
2006 Sylvia L. Green Chatman An easy concept to measure-- Bearing friends is a rich treasure. Available when you need them-- They value more than costly gems. Friends are standing pillars of strength; Their love stretches to any length. When strife looms, they refuse to faint, Assisting you without complaint. Have you ever thought about how you will be remembered when you die? As I get older, I do more often. I wonder if people will think well or ill of me. Of course, I want to be thought of favorably. I have heard the saying, "live your life so you will be missed." To me, that means leaving a positive, lasting impression. Over the past several months, I lost two family members that were dear to me--my cousin-in-law and my brother-in-law. Coincidently, they both were age 54, so their passings were sudden and unexpected. My cousin-in-law suffered a heart attack, and my brother-in-law drowned. Their leaving here seemed tragic and untimely. However, God knows what is best. Both of my in-laws were people everyone seemed to love. My sister-in-law was the type of woman who would say, "girl, you're so anointed" instead of "girl, you're so crazy. My brother-in-law was the church version of Bernie Mac. Consequently, both homegoing services drew a crowd, especially my brother-in-law's, which had standing room only. Below is the poem, "I Shall Remember You, which I read at his funeral. I Shall Remember
© 2011 Sylvia L. Green-Chatman In memory of Leroy Chatman, 1957-2011 I shall remember the brotherly smiles, Carrying me across hundreds of miles. I enjoyed you driving for our church trips. You brought entertainment and fellowship. I shall remember hysterical laughs, Quickly removing sadness from my path. When I called for lightness to restore me, You stayed timely with a funny story. Did you know today is Smile Power Day? Use your power—smile! Greet everyone you meet with a smile, and watch how it changes the atmosphere. Smiles are infectious. You can even disarm your enemies with a smile. It has been said that a smile confuses an approaching frown. I also heard it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. If this is true, smiling is the route to go. Besides, as Kirk Franklin's song say, "You look so much better when you smile." A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks," according to Charles Gordhay. Consider sending one with gifts displaying my poem, "Gift of a Smile." To view click http://www.cafepress.com/sincerelysylvia/2043166 Gift of a Smile © 1995 Sylvia Green Chatman We only dwell here for a while; Stop briefly to offer a smile. Smiles are pleasant gifts to give; They make life easier to live. Smiles demand little energy- Just a simple curve of the lips. Someone’s undivided attention, It captures quickly—firmly grips... The Church of the Living God USA's General Overseer, Bishop Jerry W. Wilhite, visited our church Saturday and read one of my poems posted on the bulletin board. Amazed at the poem's craftsmanship, he asked if I had really written it. I replied, "yes." Saying that I "hit it on the nail" portraying the brother whom the poem was about, he requested a copy. I happened to have a few sheets in a binder, so I handed him one. He said that he was going to purchase a "nice" frame and display it at his local church in Monroe, Louisiana. He stated that all of the churches in the brotherhood should also obtain a copy. The poem, entitled "Bright Fame," is a tribute to our late National Finance Committee Chairman, Elder Robert Knighten. God inspired me to write the piece a couple days after his funeral on his birthday at 4 o' clock in the morning three years ago. Here is the poem, "Bright Fame," below: Bright Fame© 2008 Sylvia L. Green Chatman
In Loving Memory Of Elder Robert L. Knighten April 24, 1948 - April 11, 2008 He was a man loved by many. Enemies–could one find any? A friend he proved to all he knew. He was genuine–yes, it’s true. A preacher who meant what he said, To speak out, he was unafraid. He would tell you if you were wrong, Yet still knew how to get along... |