Miracles | Imamother

superjew

Wed, Jan 19 2011, 1:28 pm

Gr8 one sunshine! I actually started 'what we are thankful for' topic and posted the below but it is under miracle too:
I look at you
See your round face
Beautiful lips
And twinkle in your eye

You're my neshama
My heart and soul
You bring me joy
From the inside out

You bring tears to my eyes
Tears of nachas
You remind me of all
The beautiful things in life

So inoccent
So sweet
So tender
And fine

I prayed to God
over & over
He answered me
When you filled my life

You're my little miracle
You're the answer to my prayer
You're the perfect blessing

You are my child.

Shuly

Wed, Jan 19 2011, 5:02 pm

This is the first time posting my writing and I would love some feedback. I think this can fit with the miracles theme:

It came just when I should have expected it, but it still took me by surprise. I was
waiting on line when I heard the unmistakable pitter-patter sound as droplets of water hit the hard
pavement. I peered out the window in surprise, which quickly turned to guilt, mentally berating myself
for being so shocked. It was the day after the world recited Tefilas Geshem – the prayer
in which we beseech G-d to send us rain. And sure enough, the first downpour of the
season, the first rain since last Pesach, occurred the next day! Amazing! But I shouldn’t
have been surprised. Living in Israel has shown me countless times that G-d’s presence is
so close by. If we sincerely asked for rain, we would get it – right away.

The security guard at the door let a woman into the room. She was dressed in thin
tan slacks and a peach-colored gauzy, chiffon blouse. My instinctive – born and bred
American – reaction was:

“Oh my! She must be drenched! And freezing! How terrible to have gotten stuck in that downpour!”
But again, I was in for a surprise.

“Geshem Yored!” She announced gleefully with a smile that broke
right through the gray clouds outside. Everyone looked up at the windows. The joy in the room was
palpable. Some even had tears in their eyes.

I remembered when a few years back, I was shopping in a clothing store in New
York. It was a dreary, rainy day. The gray sky was thick with black clouds that reflected
everyone’s moods. I had the store to myself, so the owner began schmoozing with me.

“People don’t like to go shopping when it’s raining outside,” she declared. “And
if they do go, they buy different types of clothing than they would buy on a nice, sunny
day.” I was enthralled by that statement –

“Really? What do they buy?”

“Oh, mostly grays and dark colors – the weather affects your mood, you know!”

Here in Israel, the weather affects your mood too. In a country that is so
dependent on rain, every drop brings a smile. The secretary, in her no-frills navy
blouse with matching straw hat, could not keep her eyes off the windows.

“Ani mamash nehenayt may hageshem!” she announced.
Every head around her - scarfed, wigged, and bare - all nodded in agreement.

Someone swung the door wide open and the wind blew some of those life-giving
drops inside. As I felt the cold wet drops jump playfully across my face, I understood
why the first rain of the season is called Gishmay Bracha – rains of blessing. I have
heard that people stand outside with their mouths open trying to ingest those first
precious drops of blessing. And in that small room, the many blessings of the rain were
joyfully apparent.

↑ sunshine!

Wed, Jan 19 2011, 10:46 pm

Shuly wrote:

This really puts things into perspective! I love it!

↑ the world's best mom ↓

Sun, Mar 06 2011, 4:22 pm

Tonight, I am planning to go bentch Gomel. I'm a little nervous to show up at maariv and tell the men I need them to answer my Bracha, so I wrote this poem today:

Bentching Gomel

The time has come;
The time is now.
You must get this done;
I don’t care how.

You must go by foot
For you’ve crashed your car.
There’s no need to worry;
It isn’t so far.

You will walk a block;
You will see a Shule.
You must go inside
For that’s the rule.

You will open your Siddur;
There’s a Bracha to say.
And the men will all answer
Without delay.

There’s no need to worry;
There’s no need to fret.
This will only happen once
In your lifetime, I bet.

You experienced a miracle;
It’s time to thank The One Above,
For though your car was upside down,
He kept you safe with love.

You and your precious son
Both came home safe and sound.
You must remember how lucky you were
When you car turned upside down.

amother

Ginger

Sun, Mar 06 2011, 4:41 pm

I love Hashem and He loves me.
He always was and always will be.

Hashem created birds and trees.
Hashem gave me eyes to see.
Each bird has its own song I hear.
Thank you Hashem for giving me ears.

I love Hashem and He loves me.
He always was and always will be.

Sometimes things don't go my way.
Hashem is watching over us every day.
I get close to him when I pray.

I love Hashem and He loves me.
He always was and always will be.

Hashem made the world
for me with flowers and stems.
In turn I try to be
Mekadesh the name of Hashem.

Last edited by amother on Sat, Jan 02 2016, 10:04 pm; edited 1 time in total

↑ the world's best mom

Sun, Mar 06 2011, 6:27 pm

OPINIONATED wrote:

Nice poem!