The NorMel House

I see your perfect little lips Your tiny fingers And ten tiny toes I'm amazed everytime I think of you I see your tiny nails and sweet little nose I wonder who you'd be Who would you look like Would you look like me? Maybe you'd have your daddy's smarts Or my creative side I want so much to know you, love My soul, it weeps inside Everytime I think of you I think of all we'll miss And I long to hold you one more time To give you one last kiss.           Melynda Hoeksema 

I never saw you smile Never heard you laugh aloud But my heart still beats for you Still cries for you Would die for you You're my every thought My world has shattered apart The pieces are scattered  My thoughts are scattered  My hopes shattered. I dont see the point this time I just don't understand it at all Lord, how do You choose Who has to lose How do You choose

This little "gem" was written way back when I was in Grade 10, I want to say late 1999 or early 2000. Apparently it won 2nd place in a class poetry contest. Yikes! That shows how old I'm getting... The Gypsy's Lady A freeborn man Was the gypsy rover With his horse and dog He roamed all over With a smiling face and dusty shoes He walked the country lanes and byways He travelled over hill and dale He was the "lord of the highways" One day he spied a great castle And in it a lady fair Her beauty captured his heart Her noble face and long golden hair He brought her wild flowers And wooed her with his smile They took long walks in the woods And talked mile after mile The days were filled with winde and roses And picnics on the open ground They danced in the silver moolight And there, they, love found The lady had a rich father Whoose nobility was his pride His name was spoken of highly He was known of far and wide He said he would n...

I close my eyes, basking in the gentle warmth of the sun Its light kissing the surface of everything around me The soft hum of cars passing by barely breaks the silence of the morning And I am at peace. Though the world is living in fear Though the virus has put us all in isolation  Though we know not what tomorrow brings I find myself content. Here in this moment, the sun wrapping me in a warm soft hug, in the quiet before the day begins, I find God. It's as if He's sent this comforting sunshine to remind me of His unfailing love.  Just as the sun is holding me, He holds me And as the sun gives life, so He is the giver of all life  I find peace and comfort in this moment I'm thankful. Thankful for this moment of calm before the day ahead Thankful for the gentle reminder of God's grace Thankful for the strength I find in Him The day has begun

Late at night Deep inside the darkest corners of my mind A voice whispers Its steady pull is winning Though soft, it threatens to silence the tiny thread of logic that I cling to. Time is not my friend, and with the dawn comes disappointment once again The new day dawns, still, the voice whispers on Like a leech clinging, pulling, ripping the life from my veins. I am weak Held together by a few desperate threads The voice persists Telling me they're not enough Too thin, these threads will break and be shredded by the darkness that presses me down Yet it tells me more, the voice still mocks, telling me I'll fail as before Even in this Melynda Hoeksema

My thoughts are filled with sadness And my mind can't find a way It all just feels so heavy, Lord I don't know how to face the day. You've created us so intricate An amazing, complex design But my body is so broken Lord The pain has filled my mind I'm overwhelmed and weary I don't know what to do With heavy heart yet hopeful Lord, I can only turn to You. Mel in The NorMel House, feeling the struggle today

A deep breath in So hard, so heavy Weight on my chest Rips through my lungs Burning, pressing Searing, tearing, life giving air Falling, dripping Pooling and wet Tears of sadness Constant, strong Carrying and holding Hands of my God Comforting, promising Gracious and good Love of The Father Melynda Hoeksema

June 15, 2004 A Psalm O Lord, my God and King Hasten to my aid I am weary with my crying May Satan's hand be stayed Rescue me from evil From temptations fierce and strong I am dragged down by my own sin For Your strength Oh Lord, I long Within me is a constant war I cannot fight alone O God of Glory, hear me! I pray don't leave me on my own For without Your mighty Hand O Lord, I'd surely die Save me from myself, O God Please hear my constant cry You alone can save me All my trust is in Your Name For You alone are powerful From age to age the same O God, You are ever merciful I know You hear my plea I trust that in Your Will and time You will answer me

Monday October 15, 2018 I weep Tears stream down my face The pain in my chest is so sharp  I can't breathe  Each breath is like a razor ripping through my lungs My legs are weak  They threaten to betray me I reach out for something Anything to slow the fall But there's nothing I crumple to the ground like a ragdoll thrown into a toy box My shoulders shaking in silent uncontrollable grief. I can't speak I don't even try It doesn't make sense Why choose this moment Like a shot in the night  I didn't see it coming But eventually the heaving slows The tears cease to flow And I try to wipe them all away Slowly I stretch my aching legs and force myself to stand Nothing has changed No magic spell or cure has brought them back.  The world continues oblivious to my grief It changes nothing I breathe in  And out And once again  I take a step    Melynda Hoeksema

The Flower of Life It sprouts up like a flower, bold and beautiful It rises like the sun at dawn, growing brighter and warmer It comes bringing joy and love And it breathes the breath of life Then it withers, and gone is the beauty it came with It fades like the sun at dusk and leaves behind a cold, cruel darkness It leaves and with it goes the joy and love it came with And it breathes it’s last breath. You think it’s gone forever And for it your heart does yearn But if you listen carefully There is something you will learn All the joy and love you miss Is not gone forever For this earth is but a passing phase That we endure together So do not weep and worry long There is a God above And He hears our simple prayers He gives us all His love.     Melynda Hoeksema

I've always been very expressive about my emotions; I've been told I should publish my writings but I somehow don't think that in a digital world it would be worth it...I could be wrong, but either way I thought I'd share something I wrote years ago and see how it goes... Wars and battles have always struck me emotionally and I've written a number of poems about the subject... 7 September, 2002 Dreamer’s Cause Dreamers die in fatal lands Still grasping for hope With outstretched hands Dreamers die out on the fields For what good do they bring What do their dreams yield Someone’s dreams becomes a cause Spreading like fire on summer’s grass They get up to fight without a moments pause Ignore the foes’ guns and weapons and gas Dreaming of better they make things worse Their lives become a dreadful nightmare They fulfill the soldiers curse Dreamers die out on the fields In foreign lands, its our freedom they steal.         Melynda Hoeksema (Reinink at the time of writ...

Remember We wait in eagerness Guns in hand But the time has come For us to stand Look at my face Do not turn away Think of us all Remember this day We go on a journey Though most won’t return In your heart and your mind May this image burn We fight as one One reason, one goal Dirt on our hands Faces streaked with coal Some lie in trenches Mud up to the waist Rubbing hands on their cheeks To warm up their face Some have been captured Tortured and shamed Herded like sheep No reference to name Others fly above us To lend us support Though some have fallen None will abort Bombs are exploding And bullets fly past I give you this picture Cause it may be my last This letter I write To tell of times at war But remember again The way I was before Remember us joking Laughing so hard we could cry For that freedom we fight And are willing to die Melynda Reinink (Printed in the Dunnville Chronicle for Remembrance Day, 2005)