wELCOME TO Trinity's SLIDESHOWS!!!

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL THOSE WOMEN OF A BY GONE AGE…(AND all the other ages ,OF COURSE!!! …down to the present)THEIR GRACE,BEAUTY, GENTILITY, FEMININITY, ET AL……WOMEN WHO HAD TO SURVIVE IN A WORLD DOMINATED BY MEN,WHO HAD TO FIND A NICHE FOR THEMSELVES,WOMEN, WHOSE DAYS WERE MADE UP OF HOUSEKEEPING, CHILD-REARING,PANDERING TO THEIR MEN’S EGOS,……AND GENERALLY MAKING SURE PEACE REIGNED IN THE WORLD THAT THESE WOMEN CREATED FOR THEMSELVES AND THEIR FAMILIES... ,GOD B LES S

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"God has put something Noble and good Into every heart Which his hand has created." By Mark Twain

...And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances And where thy footstep gleams--- In what ethereal dances By what eternal streams. By Edgar Allen Poe

...I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. By Emily Bronte

• Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's

sizeBut when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.I say,

It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.I'm a woman

Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,

That's me.• I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,

And to a man,The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.

I'm a womanPhenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,That's me.

• Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.

They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.

When I try to show them,They say they still can't see.

I say,It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.

I'm a womanPhenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,That's me.

• Now you understandJust why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.

When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.

I say,It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,The palm of my hand,The need for my care,'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,

That's me..

Phenomenal womanBy Maya Angelou

" When you do things from

, your s oul you fe e l a r ive r

, moving in you ."a joy

~Rumi " . . . and then the day c ame w hen

the r is k to rema in tight

in a bud w as more pa inful

than the ris k it took to

." blo s s om

~ Ana is N in

MOTHER-IN-LAW Some think it a dirty word,And speak of it with maliceAs if it rhymed with buzzardOr other words like callous.But you have never knownThe one that I call mine.

For she is good down to the  bone

And I think her just divine.She is strong and strengthens me

And from her faith I draw.I can say I love her deeply,This one called mother-in-

law.

JUS T M Y M OTHER

Did she have stories never told?Ones she lived so long ago?

Would I have listened if she did?S he was my mom and me a kid.Just my mother, not really real,is this the way, of her, I feel?

Did she love, did she cry?Was there a time I asked her why?

M others, they are always there,too many times we aren't aware,that they are people just like us,

to remember that would be a plus.I sat to listen of memories of oldas my mother talked of long ago.

S he spoke of Daddy and his faultsand of dancing to the Tennessee Waltz.

We laughed and cried, just two gals,not mother and daughter, just two pals.

S he was just my mother so I didn't knowthat she had actually lived so long ago.

• PRECIOUS TIME TOGETHER

•  • "Can we help in the kitchen?"

"Can we watch you cook?"I'd rather do this myself,

Then I stop and look•  At the innocent faces

So eager to learn.Selfish, no more,

For now it's their turn.•  Clothes will get dirty,

Dust will appear,Chores never ending

Year after year.•  One morning the sun will rise,

They'll wake with elation.For they've grown and

matured,Today is graduation.

• No longer will they need meTo plan their day.

The years must have flownAnd now they're on their way.

•  Yet I wake from a dream,Time is on my side.

They're still little angelsNeeding me to guide.

•  So I say to them,"I'll play and read books.

I'll teach you to beGreat little cooks."

•  For as you growAnd think of your Mother,Remember my love for you

Is like no other.

WOULDYOULOVEME LESS 

Wouldyou lovemeless intensely ifmythoughtswere less profound

' As apigeons passivewaddleto thetidbits scatteredround

, Neverwonderingnordreaming neverquestioningbelief

' Peckingcontemplationsmorsels thrownbyothers at myfeet

  Wouldyou lovemewith less passion if thetwilight' didntcreep

To theinnermostcontentmentofmyheartbeforeIsleep

If theflutteringof feathers swoopingdownto nighttimeperch

' ' Didntinciteasongofglory frommysoul atnaturesworth

  Wouldyoureyes beless inclinedtonoticelittle things Ido

' ' If I didntstoopto seetheworld fromachilds pointofview

' If theinnocenceof littleones didnttouchmeeverytime

Thatachildgazed inhonesty into theseeyes ofmine  ' Wouldyour lovebeless exiting if I didntsharemy

dreams ' Thatarefloating inthecurrentof imaginations

streams ' If I didntopenupthefragiledoorthatleads tome

In thesongs anddreams andthoughts thatdriftwithin mypoetry

  ' All thesequestions posed inhastewithinamomentshappiness

Andamongthesoundof laughtercomes thelittle, " "answer Yes

INKWELL OF THE HEART

 From the content of the heart;The written word is penned,But without an inner sight;

Is hard to comprehend. You look amazed at words in inkAnd ponder on them, the source;

Was it the mind from whence they cameOr from the heart,

that caused remorse. Is it truly filled with light,

In the way you've come to see,Or does the content of your heart

Provide the ink that flows from thee. Muddy dark that tends to smearOr calligraphy with beauty seen;

Words that lift and soothe the soulOr ones that drag and thus demean.

 From the inkwell of the heart,The pen will draw from in

And place upon the paper whiteThose things that lie within.

POET Pour out your heartoh poet, in a poemOf far away placeslet your mind roam

for just beyondwhat the eye can see

someone will be waitingthere for thee

Someone you have knownforever in your mind

Somewhere in a dreamtrue love you find

They are more than wordsfrom emotions spent

they are more than wordsfrom a letter, not sent

Of heart, of soulof tear stained words

the poet writesthat his voice may be heard

So pour out your heartoh poet, in a poem

let the world see lovelet your heart be known

RE N T E D S PA CE

 I r e nt e d s pa c e wit h in my h e a dA nd s oon I f ound no va c a nc y .

Ot h e r s ' c lut t e r s t or e d up t h e r e ,Le a ving now no r oom f or me .

 S h ould it b e t h a t I e vic t ;W ould I f ind now d is r e pa ir ?

I s t h e d a ma g e c a us e d up t h e r e ,Only r oom f or now d e s pa ir ?

 T oo ma ny ye a r s of r e nt ing s pa c e ;Cont r olling now t h e mind t h a t ' s le f t ;

N o long e r mine t o d o a s willB ut it wa s I wh o a llowe d t h e t h e f t .

 T h e c os t wa s mine a nd I t o pa y ;I nve s t me nt wit h out d ivid e nd .

I g a ve t o ot h e r s t oo muc h r oom;A pr ic e t h a t pr ove d t oo muc h t o s pe nd .

TRANQUIL IS MY SOUL

The hus h of ea rly morning be fore the daw n breaks through

The murmuring of the s leeping ea rth c overed by the morning dew

In the mis t the luminous ghos t o f yes te rday

fades into a memory Tranquil is my soul in s leep

as go lden rays of light , , move s ilently through every da rk

and s ec re t pla c e , C himing be lls from a c hurc h nea r by

, S ounds of s ong birds in tree tops high , The rus tle o f leaves moved by the w ind

, ' I lis ten to na ture s me lody , As a c oo l breeze c hilled by the night

c a res s es my c heeks I re jo ic e in the s plendor

.as morning c omes to life Trinity