The Lord is my Shepherd

I painted this pastoral seascape with sheep because I always had a secret wish as a young girl to be a Shepherdess and live in the countryside surrounded by nature.

" The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

"A Psalm of David. A 3000 year-old -POEM PRAYER I love so very much. 

What does it mean that the Lord is my Shepherd 

( Psalm 23) ?

~Where Have You Gone To My Lovely~

Enduring love, originally uploaded by IrenaS.

Where have you gone to my lovely
So far and away from the world?
Is it not so
Your beauty and youth
Were just beginning to gently unfurl

The trees that surround you
Tell the story so well
Shed of their leaves from sorrow so vast
Stand naked and dark against a fading sky of golden glass

Space… oh so still and serene
A park of unbroken love and broken dreams
Affirmed by the monuments that
Stand silent and so strikingly seen

I quietly walk past the stones
That rise from the depths of the earth
And look for the one that
Lies on the bed made of marble and stone
With a heart in the folds of her dress

I stand here above you
In this forest that travels to no infinity's end
And place my cold kiss upon your head


Always have loved you
From the dawn of your birth
To the dusk of your death
Now even more
In this everlasting still life that’s been tenderly cast


~Annabelle~


I wrote this poem some time ago and only recently thought of it when by chance I passed by an old cemetery today and it reminded of the poem.I have been meaning to take some photos of my own of graveyards and crosses along highway roads and maybe write another poem or two. I find these places are very tranquil and beautiful...so much to tell if you sit quietly and listen. I thought of submitting this poem to a poetry contest but never did.Wouldn't mind some feed back. I do have to take some time in the very near future and compile all the poetry I have written on this blog,edit and see if it is good enough to get on print.

~Where Have You Gone To My Lovely~

Enduring love, originally uploaded by IrenaS.

Where have you gone to…. my lovely
So far and away from the world?
Is it not so
Your beauty and youth
Were just beginning to gently unfurl

The trees that surround you
Tell the story so well
Shed of their leaves from sorrow so vast
Stand naked and dark against a fading sky of golden glass

Space… oh so still and serene
A park of unbroken love and broken dreams
Affirmed by the monuments that
Stand silent and so strikingly seen

I quietly walk past the stones
That rise from the depths of the earth
And look for the one that
Lies on the bed made of marble and stone
With a heart in the folds of her dress

I stand here above you
In this forest that travels to no infinity's end
and place my cold kiss upon your head


Always have loved you
From the dawn of your birth
To the dusk of your death
Now even more
In this everlasting still life that’s been tenderly cast

~Annabelle~


N.B. I didn't forget to complete "The Secret Door". I only got side tracked....couldn't help it. I have such any easier time writing about melancholy glum.It obviously helps a tad in writing these sad words when I’ve been terribly sick and unable to even get out of bed. In waves of sickness I tried to post yesterday and read my fav blogs but to no avail; not to mention I was having trouble remembering passwords. The long two day sleep helped lots and my husband was summoned to come home early. My son ended up taking the day off school to take care of me and the dog so in all everything combined helped in my recovering a little sooner that I anticipated; still not so well thou .Next .... “ The Secret Door”.