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Coming out in 2008, Poems From Your House to Our House.

One of my oldies but goodies written for my wife Joan on our 29th Wedding Anniversary on November 16, 1997

My Greatest Gift

I knew on our Wedding Day as the Priest said, “A perfect marriage will be a joy>“That we would be blessed time and time again.

As we grew as one through the years and we have truly grown as one. We have shared each other’s sorrows, sickness, pain, and joy. We laugh, cry, eat, and even sometimes think as one.

We toss and turn in sleep when one of us is not there, and when one is missing from the room for a time, a soft voice is heard, “Are you ok>“ A simple ride in our car is not the same if you are not there.

As the twenty-nine years we have shared together passes so quickly, I continue to look to you as my helper, my confidant, my lover, my wife.

With God’s help, I continue to shelter you under my wings, to keep you from all harm and evil, and have always wished I could do more.

We have learned to laugh at our mistakes, and support each other in our disappointments, cherish each other in our quality time together. And, we have always loved and respected each other’s views, even if sometimes they differ.

You have blessed me with, and helped me to raise a wonderful son. You have continued to bless me with a warm and comfortable home. Meals to sustain me, clothes to clothe me, love to warm me, words to strengthen, encourage, and sooth me.

If my life would end tomorrow and all my hopes and dreams, there would be one face that is more familiar our God would see. For eventually, you too will follow, and walk along beside me on those streets of glory. God’s greatest gift to me, MY WOMAN, MY WOMAN, MY WIFE.

Poems from our poetry book, In My Footsteps/Poems to Inspire included in our book The Darkness Before The Dawn, written during my convalescence that inspired me to write The Darkness Before The Dawn. Our poems from our blog archives are also included.

THE HOSPITAL ROOM

Douglas J. Archambault

I awoke from my hospital bed and gazed into the rays of the morning sun. I realized that the pain of the previous night had almost disappeared like the darkness before the dawn.

Was it because my surgery was major surgery or because the major surgery was for colon cancer, that I felt so alive and vibrant as the rays of sunshine crossed my face in that hospital room?

As the day, progressed and the doctor removed the anosmatic tube, I felt again the feeling of being alive and vibrant, as the ray of sunshine continued to cross my face in that hospital room.

The next day as the doctor announced, rest today, home tomorrow. I again felt the feeling of being alive and vibrant and, I knew that my life had changed. My Savior, who has always looked after me, has again given my life a new meaning and a new focus and it happened in that hospital room.

This poem inspired me to write

THE DARKNESS BEFORE THE DAWN

 

Spring Is In the Air

Joan M. Archambault

Spring is coming and soon summer will be here.

The birds will be singing and the skies will be clear.

Living will be easy when the weather improves.

Life takes on new meaning when you can switch out your shoes.

Enjoying sight and sounds as I sit on my swing,

Gives me a chance to get away and do my own thing.

I can almost hear the grass sprouting out of the ground.

I am enjoying the entire new life-taking place all around

Spring is in the air and flowers will be blooming.

Color will appear from one end to the other.

Cut a few flowers, you can give them to your mother.

This little lot of land that I like to call mine,

Is the place I come home to time after time.

Spring is the start of a glorious new season.

Glorious it is because God is the reason

 

The Crossroads of my Life

By

Douglas J. Archambault

As I come to the crossroads of my life.

What is that low, gentle voice that seems

To reach to my very soul?

As it calls my name, do I stop and answer,

“What do you want?” or do I say,

“Be gone and don’t bother me?”

In my rushed walk through life

Have I stopped often enough

To smell the roses?

Have I rushed alone so quickly

That I have left no footprints behind

To remember me?

Have I taken the wide road and not

The narrow road so that the gate

Will be wide enough for me to enter?

As I reflect on the crossroads of my life

I hope I will always answer that low, gentle voice

Within me and say, “ Yes, Lord I am here.”

Faith Today

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