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Jul 26, 2010 - Chicken Scratchin's, Poems    No Comments

Two Years

Two years, my love have passed  by us
And they were filled with first-   attraction;
Bitter-sweet and all that fuss
Of loving and longing and little  action.

This anniversary coming up now
Holds me close to the past
Of your gentle, sweet love–and  how
You held me, taught me, to hold  and last.

If by some chance my hillbilly king
You remember the way we  became
And how I learned to love

The sound of your name.
Just a year ago I chanced to see
What life could be outside the  walls of ME
And learned, like you,  it’s  wide!

Now, putting all that past away-
Could we be friends or more again,
And learn to love and laugh all  day;
Or would it fail and bring us pain?

My hillbilly, my love, my friend,
I cannot forget the good we had
I cannot see our closeness end
Or ever see our friendship bad.

So knowing this come away:
Away and begin a new tomorrow.
We’ll laugh and dance and sing all day,
And live without the sorrow.

Yes, I admit I need you
More than you need me–
But what is wrong with us two
Tying me up–and you be free?

– Lois Fowler (Barrett), 1977

Jul 26, 2010 - Chicken Scratchin's, Poems    No Comments

Now, Let it Be

Dear God, I cannot sleep.
With much tribulation in my soul,
(That you promised to always  keep)
Yet send your goodness to make me whole.

Weary, sleepless, I face each day
In a daze, not knowing where to turn,
Yet you seem to always have a way
For me to make it as I live and learn.

I see always wrong I did in life,
With no answer yet in sight.
How can I ever be a wife
When I haven’t done it right?

I fear for the man who marries me—
That he might regret that sad mistake.
I trust in you to not let it be
As I lie alone and wide awake.

No one is ever alone, it reads
In the Holy Word, I keep inside.
Yet—Spirit that fills my  needs—
Could it be my soul is being tried?

Into each life the rain must fall,
It tells me in the Holy Word,
But God, I cannot take it all
Unless you stand by me, dear Lord.

Lift up my body, that unsleeping form,
And hold it ever close to Thee,
To keep me ever safe from harm,
But if you cannot, then let it be.
—Lois Barrett ‘91

Jul 26, 2010 - Chicken Scratchin's, Poems    No Comments

Second Chance

Oh God, I heard his voice again  today
And the thrill I felt was a sight  to behold
As I rushed to let my best friend  know,
But the look on my face—she’d  been “told.”

Thank God for mercy gentle and sweet
Is all I can find to say just now,
As I wait patiently  for his  call,
Because the relief I feel unfurrowed my brow.

Silently, quickly he stole my heart;
But never can know—I cannot  say
How much he played a part
In making my life a brighter day.
Once again I reach for his gentle  heart
And push impatience aside as I   await
His call, this gentle friend of  mine,
To ask me for a second, happy  date.

Oh God, forgive me for what I   have done,
And lead me back to the narrow  and straight.
Because in thy will I would   have already won
The best you had, and not have to wait.
—Lois Fowler ‘91