How Can We Doubt God's Wondrous Love
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
About Jac Judy A. Campbell
Jac Judy A. Campbell is a poet by heart and a writer by nature, and she is thrilled to be able to share part of herself that others will enjoy. She reads a lot of good books and loves arts and crafts, sewing, crocheting, cooking, and growing a garden. She is happily married, takes care of her husband, and enjoys her children and grandchildren as much as possible.
Jac Judy A. Campbell lives in a little country house in the central California Valley, surrounded by grapes, almonds, walnuts, and just about any fruit you could wish for. She is happily retired and is thankful God has given her the time and knowledge to write whenever she chooses to pick up her pencil.
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Music Of Poems And Poets
in Creative Poems
Poems are magic, their music to our ears
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A beautiful song within our hearts,
Some folks rejoice to hear
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Grandsons
in Grandchildren Poems
G--Is for Grandsons God's Greatest Gift of all time
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R--Is for Rowdiness a lad of just nine
A--Is for Animals your so loving and kind
N--Is for Noble your bright characters always shine through -
A Painted Lady Butterfly
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
With Great delight I see right before my eyes
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Fluttering her wings once and again
A Beautiful Butterfly
Her balance a bit unsteady, as she -
The Poet In Me
I'm just a simple writer
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I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
With words from the old schoolFeatured Shared StoryYes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.
Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell
Quotes by Jac Judy A. Campbell
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Wow, spiders. I am not fond of them. I know they can't eat much, but I don't want them crawling on me. Once my daughters found a tarantula and wanted him for a pet, so they put him in a class jar with a few holes in the lid, and that thing finally spun a large web around himself and never moved. I think he hibernated, because he stayed like that all winter long, and when spring came, he started moving around. The girls started feeling sorry for him, thinking he may be hungry, so they took him away from the house and let him go. I was glad.
Oh yes, the bee you are right! People associate the bee as something to sting them. I know I do. I'm allergic to the bee sting. I have to carry an injection to give myself a shot to counteract the poison. I have been in the hospital several times. I have been bit on my hand, foot, arm, the top of my head, finger, and cheek. But I know for sure without the honey bees it would be very hard to feed ourselves. They are very hard workers and work hard to pollenate so much of what we eat, about 1/3 to be exact, so I truly say I have a large amount of respect for them. And I have learned to stay out of their way, and that keeps me happy! Cute poem.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
I liked your poem. Whether it rhymed or not, it was from the heart, and I can relate. I have two sisters and I'm the oldest. My sister next to me just passed away two months ago. We were close. For twenty five years we were hang around buddies, we had fun, enjoyed each other, shared and borrowed things from each other, and it was a great friendship. Love her while you have her, accept her for who she is, compromise, and be kind. You won't regret it.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
I know how you feel. I lost my mother three years ago. We were such good friends. I watched her die a little each day. There were times I wished she could have visited with me, shared more stories with me, and just called my name. More time with her would have been nice, but as Alzheimer's increased and the sadness of her condition worsened, the need for God to take her home was stronger than the need to keep her with me.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
That was a very sad poem. Yes, losing a sibling can be difficult. I just lost my sister last month, the first out of five to leave. It can be rough, but we know God is with us to help us through all our pain and sadness. So sorry for your loss.
Jac Judy A. Campbell