SweetAngelAlice

A photo of Mom that I really love

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This is a picture of Mom and my niece Laura at Laguna Beach, FL.

A Partial Family Portrait

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From left to right, my aunt Virginia, my wife Debbie, my grandmother Roberta, and my mother Alice. This photo was taken during the mid1980's.

This poem was published in December 1993 at Briarwood Presbyterian Church's Community Christmas Festival

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Had Mary Known

Thou didst create all earthly things with such exquisite skill
The bird on wing, the fish at sea, the green upon the hill
So many shapes and colors seen, so many textures fine
Of leaf and stem, of bark and limb, with ne’r repeated line.
Why did You bend to bless mere man with such a world as this
And risk it all into his hands to keep or use amiss?
How could You give a perfect world into a human hand
And let him choose to disobey or yield to Your command?
This selfish knave You freedom gave and made him free to choose.
He disobeyed and turned away and everything did lose.

Your lovingkindness formed a plan by which You could forgive,
You came down from your throne above and here on earth did live;
You laid aside Your royal robes and took a wrap of skin,
A virgin’s womb is where You chose your earth life to begin.
And born You were in a stable dim upon a bed of straw,
The angels sang, the heavens rang and shepherds watched in awe.

In time you grew to be a man and lived Your life – the best.
Though Satan tried to temp You sore, You never failed a test.
Had Mary Your sweet Mother known when You were in her womb
That someday on a cross You’d die, be buried in a tomb,
Would she have kept You to herself and hidden You from view?
From eyes of kings and wise men who came to worship You?
No. She reflected on that night the words to her were spoken,
Her son would die to save mankind, and her heart would be broken.
Though once upon a cross You hung to pay the price for sin,
The time of your return is near. You’re coming back again.

Alice M. Scott
June 16, 1990

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Sunset

When you design a sunset with colors silvr’y grey
Reflected in the ocean along a beach’s way,
The sky and sea together blend colors that amaze,
The senses of beholders are caught in awesome gaze.

As darkness moves in closer to take the reins of night.
Your brush becomes more vivid in its strokes of fading light.
And in the vast sky landscape are mountains in the clouds,
Valleys, lakes and plains appear before the shadow shrouds.

Living by the seaside watching each day’s end
Stirs within our being the desire to comprehend.
The message You are sending through creation we can see
Belongs to those who love You and put their trust in Thee.

“Though every day is different, there is One Who stays the same,
The Holy One of Israel and Jesus is His name.”

When time moves toward our sunset and we’re drawn to close of day,
Our Savior stands there waiting to carry us away
To a ‘specially prepared place wherein our spirits rest,
Where God is Host of Heaven and we shall be his guest.

And time will be suspended as we have known before,
There’ll be no sunrise-sunset or closing of day’s door.
He will be our daylight throughout all space and time.
No night will ever darken, no ev’ning bell will chime.

And we won’t miss the sunsets He spread across our sky,
For we shall be with Jesus and never, never die.

Alice Scott January 19, 1984

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Oh God! What a wonder You are!

Creator of tree and of star!

Each day speaks to us Who You are,

Oh God! What a wonder You are!

You spoke and a world came in view

It is all held together by You.

Your love is in all that You do

Oh oh, God! What a wonder You are!

Alice M. Scott June 25, 1990

From 1987 the poem 'Evening and Morning'

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EVENING AND MORNING

The trees stand still and wait the rising moon
And all the evening creatures gather round.
As stars begin to twinkle in the sky
The katydids and crickets start their sound.

The dark begins to lighten in the east.
Across the lake a mist is on the run.
The silver moon peers down the mountain top.
A glorious summer evening has begun.

The air is filled with chatter all night long,
From early whippoorwill to late owl’s hoot.
At water’s edge the frogs keep up their song
‘Til sudden squawk of heron turns them mute.

The trees stand still and wait the rising sun,
Majestic silhouettes against the sky.
The faintest blush of pink steals ‘round the edge,
And birds begin to signal with their cry.

The night is gone, another day appearing,
And out of darkness light again is born.
A sleepy cock is crowing in the field,
Announcing to the world a fresh new morn.

Alice M. Scott 1987

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True Friend

Though you search the whole world over,
Truer friend you’ll never find
Than the one whose name is Jesus,
Who is loving, who is kind.

He will never ever leave you
Or forsake you, as He said.
He will wash you white as snow
Though your sins are scarlet, red.

He will shelter and protect you
From the pain of Satan’s dart.
He will give you strength and courage
When he comes into your heart.

What you need to do is trust Him.
When he knocks, let Him come in.
By His death for you He offers
Full forgiveness for your sin.

With your eyes you will not see Him
While on earth you daily roam,
But you’ll go one day to heaven
And you’ll see Him there, at Home.

Alice M. Scott August 13, 1988

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Tree Friend

When I was young and at my Grandpa’s farm,
A summer afternoon could often turn quite warm.
Cousins Joyce, Eris, and my sister Gin
Would join me and the “play-like” would begin.

There was a giant oak so tall and wide,
Its limbs invited us to come inside.
We swept the grassless dirt with homemade broom
And, using sticks, we marked off every room.

Those sky-high limbs gave us a spacious feeling;
This spreading green became our playhouse ceiling.
Protection from the summer sun’s bright ray
And shelter when brief showers came our way.

The four of us pretended we were grown
Young mothers having children, all at home.
The afternoon was filled with household chores
Like washing dishes, cooking meals, and mopping floors.

No one knows how many hours we’d spend
Playing house beneath our cool green friend.
If trees could talk, what stories they would tell,
But this one kept his secrets ‘til it fell.

They sold the farm and moved the house one day.
They cut him down ‘cause he was “in the way”.
When I returned and saw him lying dead,
I caught my breath and quickly turned my head,
For I had lost the dearest kind of friend;
The kind that welcomes you and lets you in.

So treasure every true friend you may find.
Remember to be gentle and be kind.
Be faithful, whether fair or foul the weather,
For you never know how long you’ll be together.

Alice M. Scott April 1984

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My Sons Three

When I think of my sons three,
I see them as they used to be;
Infants, toddlers, youths and then
Suddenly they are all three men,
Bending down to plant a kiss,
Oh! Those little boys I miss!

Life was simple, life was fun
But now they’ve grown up, one by one,
Married all and one with children
Life is busy, oft’ bewildren.

Lift that barge! Tote that bale!
Work real hard or you will fail.
Go to work when you’re not able
Pay the bills and fill the table.

Always strong against the blows,
When deep within that boy/child knows
A gripping fear around his heart
That tears his insides all apart.

When pressure builds to run away,
He needs some time to goof and play
As once he did when he was small.
It’s hard to grow to six feet tall
And be prepared to fix it all.

Young or old, shy or bold,
I watch and see a truth behold.
The world is heavy. Can he hold it
By himself, or shall he fold it?

Help them Lord to understand:
Without You, they can’t be a man.

Alice M. Scott December 21, 1986

First Post

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I'm creating this blog in honor and memory of my mother, Alice M. Scott. Alice was a lover of words, of trees, of friends and family and she left us with a lot of her words in the form of short stories and poems.

This blog will share the written word(s) that she left us, and those of us who knew her will be reminded of her sweet spirit and loving heart. This blog will also share other thoughts and contributions, we will just take it one step at a time and see what happens next.

Rod (the eldest of her three sons)