What Did You Do?…

What did you do to deserve me you ask,

well only God knows the truth.

But you must have done something right,

and our meeting is positive proof.

Everything in life happens for a reason,

even the most unexpected connection.

I couldn’t be happier that it was you,

for whom I have such a strong affection.

What did you do? You can’t understand,

why God has blessed you so greatly.

Especially when you know deep down inside,

you haven’t done much for Him lately.

But God knows your heart, as only He could,

when you don’t even know it yourself.

That’s why He saves the best for last,

hiding it way up high on a shelf.

High enough so others can’t reach it,

for it was only meant for you.

So, think about that, the next time you’re tempted,

to ask, what did you do?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Elegance…

                                                            

Elegance…

refined, cultured.

Aesthetically pleasing, tasteful

exquisitely beautiful, stylish, chic

Breathtaking….

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

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Beyond the Surface…

Why don’t you take a minute and just say ‘hi’,

to the brother over there, barely draggin’ by.

 

Yeah, he’s beggin’ but don’t dog this brother out,

see, you haven’t got a clue as to what he’s all about.

 

You turned up your nose as if he were dirt,

he has feelings too, that you stomp on and hurt.

 

He has probably seen things that we can’t comprehend,

he has reached a rock bottom that doesn’t seem to end.

 

He’s only asking for a nickel or maybe a dime,

but you can’t spare a second of your precious time.

 

But I won’t turn my head when this brother walks by

I’ll take a moment to stop and say ‘hi’.

 

It may cause this brother to take on a different view,

about the road he is on and what he should do.

 

Sometimes, the slightest gesture can touch a person’s soul,

and restore some of the joy that fate has stole.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

Private Anguish…

How could anyone know the pain,

of my distressed and tortured mind?

The mental clutter carelessly strewn about.

Many regrets have I,

but there is no one else to blame.

A bad choice, cannot be taken back.

What’s done is done.

My mind can only ponder a choice

than cannot be reversed.

No matter how much I hope and wish

that things could go back

to times before the choice was made.

I am now left to bask in the worry

that is mine and mine alone.

Anguish is the visitor that I invited

to this private party ~ by ‘invitation’ only,

that which has been readily accepted.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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