Poems by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

I imagined, though ever so brief, that I was a leaf;
And the wind blew me off my tree.
I was excited - even delighted,
Because of the wonderful sights I would see.

I swirled and twirled high in the air,
And I landed on top of a hill.
The view was astounding, with flowers abounding;
It was such an incredible thrill.

Hours passed, and then, at long last,
The wind remembered me.
I played with a child, and we both smiled;
We were so happy and so free!

We chased each other, not a care or bother
Was on our minds.
But good things end, and my newfound friend
Had to go and leave me behind.

We said goodbye, I journeyed on through the sky;
But at midday I needed a rest.
In a meadow I lazed, amidst cows that grazed;
Until the wind blew me out West.

I flew over houses, I skimmed over towers;
Then I landed on top of a train.
The sun shone bright, I was enjoying my ride
When the wind blew me into a drain.

Dark clouds came along, and not before long,
The rain was pouring down.
Into the sewer I went, my heart quite content;
For a leaf, I had been around!

Autumn mornings,
Foggy and wet;
Dewy grass -
With diamonds beset.

Autumn leaves,
Yellow and brown;
Dancing and swirling -
Before falling down.

Autumn leaves,
On the ground;
Crackle and crunch -
A wonderful sound.

Autumn walks,
Exploring the woods;
Jumping in puddles -
With rubber boots.

Autumn pumpkins,
Round and heavy;
Carving a face -
We’re Halloween-ready.

Autumn nights,
My feet in fuzzy socks;
A cup of hot cocoa -
Autumn rocks!

A great Light has dawned -
For all mankind tonight.
Over a humble, old stable,
The Christ star shines bright.

Inside, Mary is resting;
Her eyes wide with wonder.
She's got so many questions;
So much to ponder.

Though still a chaste virgin,
She has just given birth.
To her it has happened,
As foretold in God's Word.

In her arms she is cradling
Her little miracle, Jesus;
God’s most precious gift ever -
A Savior, born to redeem us.

He came into this world
To answer His Father’s call.
Mary can hardly fathom
The meaning of it all.

This child, the Messiah,
Israel's long awaited King;
Fruit of the Holy Spirit -
What will His future bring?

On His young shoulders rest
Such high expectations:
He’s to usher in God's Kingdom
And to save all the nations.

As she looks at baby Jesus,
Mary offers a prayer;
To thank the Most High
That she is so well-favored.

Jesus is fast asleep;
He's so innocent and sweet.
She strokes His tiny head,
And tickles His tiny feet.

It makes her smile;
The way He puckers His lips.
Mary wants to hold Him -
Forever like this.

He has His mother's eyes,
Her beautiful baby boy.
Mary's heart fills with love;
She's overwhelmed with joy.

She's just a simple girl,
And those thoughts are deep...
For now, she's content -
Watching the future King sleep.

My doggie makes me happy,
I love her so much!
My little furry friend;
So soft to the touch.

She came into my life
(Coincidence or not)
When I was feeling low,
As a gift sent from God.

She's always good-humored,
Always ready to play.
Attentively she listens
To all I have to say.

I know her body language
Inside and out -
When she wants a cuddle,
Her brown eyes speak so loud.

Together we're having
All kinds of childish fun…
We go for endless walks;
We laugh and we run.

Late at night she loves
To curl up on my lap.
She watches TV with me,
Or takes a restful nap.

We understand each other,
My doggie and I.
Without words she comforts me,
Whenever I cry.

It's only been three months,
But it seems so much longer;
And the bond between us
Is still daily getting stronger.

I used to be a cat person,
But now I'm into her -
I couldn't miss her for the world,
My little ball of fur.

I believe every good gift
Is sent from God up above;
So thank You, dear God,
For the doggie that I love!

Five little ducklings in a row, oh how neat!
Paddling in the water with their tiny duckling feet.
Close to mother duck they always, always stay,
Just in case some danger or other comes their way.
They're quack-quacking with tiny duckling beaks
That shut only whenever mother speaks.
And sometimes you can see, it's true, I swear,
How ten little feet suddenly go up in the air!
The ducklings go split, splat, quack, quack,
Diving and munching happily on a yummy snack.
Once in a while, when they expect it the least,
They find a piece of bread, and they have a feast!
With their bellies full, well done is the day’s task…
What more could little ducklings ask?
The sun goes down, it's high time now to sleep
Under mother's safe wings on the river so deep,
Because tomorrow there's a brand new day -
For diving and snacking and quack-quacking away!

They say sticks and stones
May break my bones
But mean words never can...

Well, that's not true;
Hurtful words from you
Hurt me in my inner man!

Words that are icky
Can be ever so sticky
And they burn like coal...

While sticks and stones
May break my bones
Mean words break my soul!