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    Through the Storms: A Collection of Poems and Vignettes
    Through the Storms: A Collection of Poems and Vignettes
    Through the Storms: A Collection of Poems and Vignettes
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    Through the Storms: A Collection of Poems and Vignettes

    By Linda Garrett Hicks

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    Storms of life will rage. Whether they are physical, emotional, or spiritual, ill winds will sooner or later blow turmoil through each of our lives. Through the Storms is a collection of poems and vignettes embracing everyday life--the highs and the lows, the joys and the sorrows, the calm and the fury--as seen through the eyes of poet Linda Garrett Hicks.

    Grouped into five distinctive categories, Through the Storms offers words of comfort and encouragement in life's ever-changing circumstances:

    Faith and Inspiration
    Love and Friendship
    Childhood, Home, and Mother
    Nature and Creation
    Vignettes

    Take a walk Through the Storms. Laugh with the flowers. Cry with the rain. Smile to know that beyond the clouds, the sun is always shining!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateNov 21, 2012
    ISBN9781449771270
    Through the Storms: A Collection of Poems and Vignettes
    Author

    Linda Garrett Hicks

    "I am a Christian, a wife and mother, and a writer--in that order. Everything else that I am is sheltered beneath this umbrella." Linda Garrett Hicks is a writer and poet from rural Middle Tennessee. Through the Storms, written over a period of nearly half a century, reflects this truism.

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      Through the Storms - Linda Garrett Hicks

      Copyright © 2012 by Linda Garrett Hicks.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Author photo (back cover) courtesy of

      Master Artists Studios, Inc., Burkesville, KY

      WestBow Press books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

      WestBow Press

      A Division of Thomas Nelson

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.westbowpress.com

      1-(866) 928-1240

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-7128-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-7129-4 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-7127-0 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012919222

      WestBow Press rev. date: 11/19/2012

      Contents

      Preface     Homage to My Pencil & Paper

      Faith & Inspiration

      Through the Storms

      The Image in the Mirror

      My Father’s Boat

      Fit for Thee

      Come and Dine

      Freefall

      Lesson from the Lemon

      The Visit

      What Did You Say?

      Seasons

      The Offering

      What Matter, the Years?

      I Shall Ever Be Grateful

      Treasures

      A Joyful Journey

      The Millstone

      I Am the Lady

      Silver Linings

      The Needle

      Sorting Out Your Troubles

      Love & Friendship

      Secretly Watched

      She’s Always There

      Fortress

      Pretty Amy’s Smile

      Just Three Little Words

      Before You

      Spoken in Love

      Hues

      The Aftermath

      Gentle Words

      The Years, Like Snow

      In My Heart and On My Mind

      Demise

      Childhood, Home, & Mother

      Shadows on the Wall

      Babes for Me

      Tender Buds

      Of Little Importance

      Mem’ries Kept

      The Message

      Captured

      Little Girl o’ Mine

      Forever Yours

      Clifford

      Dying Dreams

      If These Walls Could Talk

      Tomorrow’s Hope

      Leader of the Pack

      The Old Family Trunk

      Blue Snow

      I Remember

      Window to the Soul

      Nature & Creation

      Spring!

      Sound of the Quiet

      Winter’s Store

      Old Stone Walls

      Hope Renewed

      Midnight Caller

      The Dying Day

      Saith the Flower

      Winds

      Drought

      Vignettes

      Mountain Stream

      Summer Storm

      Anniversary of a Farmwife

      Dear Daughter…

      I, as the Leaf

      Boy-Child

      Childhood in a Box

      I Wait for Death

      That Which Calls Me

      About the Author

      Dedicated

      to those who,

      down through the years,

      encouraged me

      in my writings—

      who lovingly reminded me

      that gifts are from God

      and are meant

      to be shared.

      Thank you.

      You fed my very soul!

      I have learned, in whatsoever state I am,

      therewith to be content.

      Philippians 4:11 (KJV)

      Homage to My Pencil & Paper

      A lways my dearest friends—my well-sharpened pencil and a pad of paper—there when I need them most! Long, empty nights find us together, me needing to talk for whatever reason, and they, quietly and patiently, waiting to listen. Whether it’s worries or aches or simply sleep flitting out my bedroom window to return only with the dawn—whatever the reason—they are always there to see me through solitary hours.

      We’ve been through a lot together, my friends and I—rejoicing when my heart could not contain some wonderful, undeserved joy; or mourning when my heart broke and spilled sorrow all over my soul. When I was so alone that I thought the void would swallow me up, I looked, and there were my friends waiting to comfort me.

      How lost I would be without them! I take pencil in hand, watch it glide across the crisp whiteness of the paper, and out pours my deepest thoughts, my truest feelings, the essence of me—and the finished piece then holds me, comforts me, and tells me I’m okay.

      No night is too dark. No burden is too heavy. No hour is too lonely. They wait for me, my pencil and paper, and they urge me to pursue, to conquer, to endure… or perhaps simply to survive.

      For all the times before and for all the times to be, thank you, my dearest friends!

      2004

      Faith & Inspiration

      Through

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