A Writer's Soul

My Words and Me

Below, you will find some of the work of submitted by writers. If you would like for your writing to be featured, send me a copy (see contact page).

Participants at Duplin County book reading in Rose Hill, NC 4/17/2007..

Front Row (left to right): Denise Sutton, Warsaw, NC, Sandra Pope-Rollins, Warsaw, NC, Catherine Willis, Clinton, NC.

Back Row (left to right): Donald Rice, Rose Hill, NC, Michelle Tyler, Warsaw, NC, and Victor Felipe, Clinton, NC.

See their work below!

Oh the lowly little mud hole,

Standing full of water,

Dirty looking mud hole,

Tempting son and daughter.

To birds it is a bird bath

For drinking and for bathing;

For kids it is temptation,

A lovely place for wading.

To some it is a puddle,

Whether it is big or small,

To boys it can be an ocean

To play in 'till Mother's call.

A little girl so dainty,

Will look at it and grin,

Then look around for Mommy,

And splash! She's jumping in!

A Labrador Retriever

Thinks a puddle is just great,

The water in it will be alright,

If he's not near a lake.

The water in a mud hole

Will reflect the trees and sky

So even we can see beauty

When we are passing by.

Catherine Kowbyl Willis

This Man, Whose Name is Jesus,

Is the Only One Who sets souls free-

And to enter into God's heavenly kingdom,

We must have Him as we shall see.

Faith is needed more than ever

To Give us inspiration from day to day.

Yes! This Man, Whose Name is Jesus,

God, Or Father, made Him as the Way.

If we want to be in that number

When our time on earth is done.

Let us accept Jesus and truly keep Him

For with Him, all battles are won.

There's no need at all to worry.

There's salvation along with love and care.

And we sinners can receive them

If we ask our God by prayer.

There'll be angels who will be rejoicing.

Bringing us "Good Blessings" no matter what is said.

Remember "This Man" whose name is Jesus,

He raised Lazarus from the dead.

Yes! This Man, Whose Name is Jesus

Can save sinners like you and me.

And if we want to become one of His angels,

Within our souls this man must be.

Like the eye of a storm;

Like a beautiful morn;

Lide a mother's hug;

Peace is something

You can't put in a jug.

Peace gives you strength

When you might grow weak,

To do things for others

And still remain meek;

Peace gives you courage

When facing a storm

So you can help those

Who are weak and forlorn.

Peace is the sunset,

At the end of the day,

When you know God was with you,

Every step of the way;

Peace is the feeling

Deep down in your soul,

That comes when you know

The Lord made you whole.

Catherine Kowbyl Willis

My Hope in Jesus

Come together and seek

Somone we can love

Someone to call our friend.

His name is Jesus the one and

Only man I know to be my friend.

PS: To the world who is listening here a way of hope in 2006

Just Follow Jesus!

The Mockingbird

The grey mockingbird sitting up in a tree

Singing God's praises for you and me;

He points his beak toward the sky

And sings with the attitude of "do or die."

He sings and he sings from morning 'til night,

Then he'll sing after dark if the moon is bright.

The most courageous little bird you've ever seen,

He shows no fear when he's on the wing;

He'll swoop and dive at the neighbors cat,

Or a great big dog; can you imagine that!

He'll defend his nest from a grackle or a hawk,

He doesn't even think that he might get caught;

Then he'll fly to his perch on a limb or a line

And start singing again with a song so fine.

He mocks other birds and sings their song,

He thinks their voice is weak and his is strong;

His song carries for a quarter of a mile,

If you listen closely, it will make you smile.

If we could sing praises like the little mocking bird,

It would be the most beautiful music you ever heard.

Catherine Kowbyl Willis

Mom! God Knows"

Mom! God knows just how a family feels

When He takes away one who is so dear.

And we know that " a Mother" is special

That is, for certain, everyday of the year.

We thank you for raising us

The way in which you choose to do.

You taught us so many things

And Dear God, we than You too.

Thank you for blessing us with "A Mother."

One who has gone through so many pains-

Just to display that throughout one's lifetime

Without " A Mother" life is not the same.

Her love and care, which we know for certain,

Helped to make us who we are today.

Mom! God knows that we do miss you more

Than we can find the words to say.

Mom! We mis you!!!

I'm A Priceless Antique

I'm a priceless antique,

Or so I've been told,

I must be an antique,

I'm over 50 years old.

Some people collect China,

Some people collect gold,

How do you collect people

When they are 50 years old?

I have kept on going,

Adding year after year,

And the Lord keeps on showing

My work for every day here.

Why am I priceless?

What makes me a prize?

The Lord made just one of me,

I'm His child and special in His eyes.

Catherine Kowbyl Willis

Mothers Are so Special

Mothers are so special

Especially on Mother's Day.

We must give them our "deepest thanks"

For simply showing us the way.

Mothers are so special

When they teach us to be so nice.

For they are who we turn to

When we need some free advice.

Mthers are so special

That God gives us only one.

She gives her family love and care

And considers it more than fun.

So, to all you faithful mothers

Whom we find so grateful and so true.

I say in a timeless way,

"Happy Mother's Day to you!"

A Thought on Mother's Day

It's good to be a Mother

Whose love is just like gold.

So meaningful an amazing

So sweet for one to hold.

It's good to be a mother

Whose feelings can deeply express

Her tender thoughts of courtesy

Which brings forth happiness.

It's good to be a Mother

Who feels more than good.

For "love" and ""care" and "time"

Makdes the best well-understood.

So, for all of your kindness

You displayed in your own way,

I send my feelings and a handkerchief

To you on this Mother's Day.

SACRIFICIAL FIELD

Their voices are hushed

All thoughts are stilled

Some spirits still circle

The sacrificial field

There is no hurry now

For these who lay

Upon this sacrificial field

In their oblivious way

While going in search

Of freedom and peace

Came fame without fortune

Life s blood released

Upon that field of sacrifice

Under lonesome shadows lay

The glorified remains

Inhabitants of Rwanda

The nations are mourning

Many tears trickle down

Relieving grieved hearts of loved ones

Upon that sacrificial ground

A TRIBUTE TO THE RWANDAN PEOPLE

June 4,1994

By Minister Faye McGee - Beulaville, NC

COUNTRY SPRINGTIME

The flowers are in bloom

The birds has begun to sing

The clouds are full and heavy

Any second there ll be drops of rain

A cardinal sings pretty! Pretty!

As a bumble bee whiz by

The heavy scent of honey suckle

Dominate the breeze across the sky

Off in the distance comes a sound

Honk! Honk! Goes a flock of geese

Closer still is heard a bark

From a different kind of beast

The grass velvet green, so pretty

Fruits peep beneath buds on trees

Bunny rabbits sniff and hop about

Robbing gardens of early peas

Tractors are heard in the fields

As the farmers plow and break land

They plant and set out crops

And each give the other a hand

Clumps of clover carpet the pasture

Where cows and horses graze

Ambling about and chewing their cud

Seemingly halfway in a daze

A bullfrog bellows a loud croak

From the direction of Marsh Pond

While two happy young children

Laugh and shrieked upon the lawn

The faint sound of a train whistle

Can be heard from far away

Casting another glance skywards

Heavy clouds are gone for the day

The air is rich with fragrance

Clouds puffy, there s nothing amiss

The day sweet with pleasant sounds

God made, it and sealed it with a kiss

A country springtime is beautiful

There is nothing on earth to compare

Give me the country during spring time

I d rather be there than anywhere

Written By

MINISTER FAYE McGEE

God’s Master Plan

When our Father made us ,

He had a special plan

Before the ole serpent entered Eden

And stole the freedom of man

He is a slick one that devil

Coming to rob, destroy, and kill

Tempting us, and stealing our birthright

Trying to bend us to his will

So our God who is the wisest

Though every thing He made was good

Knew some being would try to take over

And reside in the north if he could

But our Father had kept an idea

To preserve the soul of man

Ole Satan had no knowledge

Of God s great master plan

The serpent was so sure

That he had won the victory

He never counted on our Big Brother

Willing to give His life on a tree

But we know that God our Father

Would never give Satan such fame

So He sent His Lamb to save us

Jesus is His Holy, Reverend, name

Written By

Minister: Faye McGee

Beulaville, N.C.

Glorify God

Give glory to God

When you arise

Give glory to God

While viewing the skies

Bow down and worship

Purse lips into praise

Give glory to God

In all your ways

Min. Faye McGEE

Omnipresence

God is always looking at us

With His ever watchful eye

When we are bowed and prayerful

Sending sweet smelling savor to the sky

God will answer our prayer

He listens to every word we say

He knows all sorrow and pain

Though we are mortals made of clay

Minister: Faye McGee

A beautiful place to be;

From the mountains to the sea;

Something for everyone,

From a palace to a show.

Fishing and hunting,

Mountain climbing, skiing,

There's more than you thought.

Go the way you like best.

North Carolina's the finest

Catherine Kowbyl Willis

THE LEGACY OF A CHURCH

The remains of a church standing in a field

Tell us a story that it may want to shield;

Years ago the church building was started,

With the framing and the roof, but the people departed;

The termites moved in, with the wind and the rain;

Now it all has collapsed, never to rise again.

The legacy which lies there for all the world to see

Is that the people evidently agreed to disagree;

The remains of the church, collapsed in the field,

Show what can happen when to Christ we don't yield;

Just as that building lies in sad decay

So will our lives be if Christ we do not obey.

There’s only one way to control it---

Accepting God’s Grace and Protection,

To give in or bowing down to it,

The price, oh so dear and so costly;

This Nation is called to defray.

Good Lord, please have mercy upon us;

Since Adam and Eve took the fall.

But now it’s our turn to combat it;

How Far?