Dare to Be Different

Dare to Be Different

While riding along I saw a palm tree

In the midst of a cluster of so many species;

It struck me as odd that a tree so different

Dared to stand taller with so little effort

And right then and there I learned a great lesson,

It is Ok to be different, an odd sort of person!

So I looked at my life with its myriad passions

And made it all right to follow the fashions

I’ve loved all my life but have often wondered,

If others viewed me as odd, so I have pondered.

I’ve decided God made me this way for a purpose

And it’s my life to live and I’m doing it right, I suppose?

It hasn’t been easy being so oddball and scattered

But I’ve done many things that often have mattered.

I have tried to be fair and consider all others

And shared what I’ve had without many bothers.

As I continue onward on this wonderful path

I have tried not to garner too much of God’s wrath.

So I dared to be different and a bit unconventional

But have tried not to cause hurt, at least not intentional…

And I have studied and practiced and tried many pathways;

I have served and I’ve sewed and I have painted and always

Given my best to serve God, my Master, and care for the ones

He gives me to serve, and tried through it all to have lots of fun!

                                                                                                                                                ©Zelda Seymour-Kimm, 2012

Destiny

When I have doubts about my destiny

And often wonder why I’m me

And could I share with those like me,

I wonder how to be.

Could I be brave and share with power

Or choose to be a craven coward?

Afraid to speak about God’s word,

Perhaps to those who have not heard.

Or hide behind some weak endeavor,

Instead of sharing with zest and fervor

The wonder of that wooden cross

And how it changed my life so lost.

It gives me hope and joy and peace

And makes me want at the very least

To share the wonders of all He has

With hearts so broken and lives so sad.

And leave with them what I have found,

A spot on heavens holy ground;

And help them see and run the race

Like me, a sinner saved by grace.

©Zelda Seymour-Kimm, 2011

The Witness

The Witness

Lord, let me be a witness to someone today,

To aid some lost soul who’s been led astray.

Let something I say or something I do

Give someone directions to bring them to You.

It may not be much, just a bit of a clue

That there’s more to this life than maybe they knew.

Let me walk this old earth with Your mission so clear,

That everyone sees my Christ, who always lives here.

Here in my heart where I’ve asked Him to stay

And walk with me daily and show me His way.

The way’s not always easy, the Word sometimes unheard

But always He walks with me, having given me His word.

He’ll never desert us, though desert Him we may,

But all we need do is to ask Him each day,

“Lord, please guide me in all that I do,

Help me always to Your word to be true;

And finally lead me to our home up above

Where we’ll be surrounded by so very much love”.

Can you imagine! Our glory divine!

To live forever with Saints all the time?

To walk with our Jesus and see His great smile

And be perfectly happy all of the while,

And see Peter and Paul and Matthew and Moses

I can hardly wait for the glory that poses!

©Zelda Seymour-Kimm, 2012

Another Rainbow

Another Rainbow (Thoughts after attending a memorial for 2 dear friends) 



I saw a rainbow, Father, coming home from church last night.
I saw a rainbow, Father, so wondrously colored and bright,
I saw a rainbow last evening and it was such a pretty sight,
It reminded me so clearly that God’s love makes all things right.

I saw a rainbow beautiful, near as perfect as God’s love;
A sign of the great promise we can count on from above.
From the start of day ‘til evening, sadness filled our lives,
With many tears and memories, as we said to friends, "Goodbye".

From the viewing of that rainbow in a nearly cloudless sky,
You were telling us "Don’t worry, I am always standing by."
You pick up all the pieces of lives so badly shattered,
People grieving, saddened, lonely; struggling and battered.

A rainbow holds the promise of a brighter, clearer path;
Although we may be lonely and sometimes forget to laugh.
We know there will be sadness, some heartache and so much sorrow,
But God in His great wisdom promised us a bright tomorrow.
©Zelda Seymour-Kimm, 2011

The Artist

Inspiration: The Artist
 His name is Robert, but we call him Bob
To try to define him would be quite a job!
An excellent artist---a wonderful friend,
With talents so many….there’s never an end!
One of the best is, he’s willing to try
To teach art to me…what a wonderful guy.

We first became friends through his beautiful wife,
Leatha, my friend, who added much joy to my life.
Many hours we did spend over bridge and our sewing,
And dinners and Church and coffee, not knowing
That too soon she would leave us all feeling bereft.
So we picked up the pieces and salvaged what’s left.

An artist I’m not, but I’m willing to try
And Bob is so willing his talent to ply.
I struggle…he’s patient… and willing to share
His wonderful talent with no obvious despair!
I often think we are such an odd pair,
But somehow, it seems we have something to share.

So onward I struggle with palette and brush
And try to paint trees and clouds and such;
I don’t expect I will ever amount to much.
But the artist is willing to keep me in touch
With wisdom and knowledge from his awesome store.
How fortunate I am…could I ask for much more?

Ah! But there is even more that we share,
There’s coffee, discussion, discourse and despair
For our Country and its need for repentance;
There’s religion, the Bible, and politics; each sentence
We disassemble the world each time we pursue,
And put it back together with God as the glue.

So the artist and I, this dissimilar pair
Have much to share of a world that’s unfair.
We remember when things were so much more steady
The world was our oyster, and we would be ready!
So, onward we go to our future unknown,
Just friends being grateful that we have been born.

© 2012 Zelda Seymour-Kimm

Happy Birthday, Rita!

That Lady I Know!
 My friend Rita! Now what can I say?
To try to describe her would take me all day!
She’s certainly not young but then she’s not old;
She is not retiring and can be quite bold.
She was a young beauty and drove the men wild
And has done many things since she was a child.

As a mother she’s outstanding and certainly smart,
Her children accomplished and all works of art.
As a talented artist she has quite a trait,
Why, she even taught others how they could paint!
At bridge she is ever so much more than able
And even taught others at her own kitchen table.

Her talents are many, she willingly shares.
And wee small clothes she makes just ‘cause she cares
She is gracious and loving, generous to a fault
And when she met Emery, she was easily caught!
The life they now share is the envy of all
And we are glad to know them - they are a ball!

Now, there you have Rita, my friend and my pal,
A truly remarkable, fun-loving gal.
A treasure so rare and so very giving,
That many of us in her shadow are living.
We thank the good Lord for our Rita, so dear
And also for Emery who keeps her quite near!
©Zelda Seymour-Kimm, 2012

Merry Christmas

Today I am remembering Christmas trees of the past..I remember in particular the ones on Glen Road in Virginia Beach when all the children were home and the presents were stacked higher than high. It was always set before a mirrored wall and looked twice as beautiful as it was! Little children always wanted to get to the "other tree".

Another was at the home on Forest View Drive in Virginia Beach in the tri-level and the tree was ever so tall and required a ladder to decorate, along with much patience and fortitude.

Another much later in Red house with just the two of us and friends and family just "visiting" and not so much to-do about it and now when we downsized and live in Florida in a much smaller home it is reduced to half a tree up against a wall and much smaller and sometimes inside and sometimes outside and we just go to Virginia and share our children's trees.

Oh! well times do change and we along with them.

Merry Christmas to all.