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Jessie E. Turner's Poetry

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Poems on this page:
   Broken Open
   Ordinary Man
   Remember the Bluebird
   To the Writer
   Ready for Christmas?


© 2002 by Jessie E Turner

An eagle soars in the open sky
Free to leave her nest and fly
Free to rise above the plain
Majestic in her own domain.
But every eagle on the swell
Was once confined within a shell
Nor could it be quite what it must
Until itís broken through the crust
Broken shells set new life free
And open possibility.

An acorn resting in my hand
Contains an oak tree strong and grand
With roots to nourish it grown deep
And mighty limbs and branches keep
A promise there within the shell
A secret kept so very well
But it canít be all that it must
Until itís broken through its crust
A broken seed sets new life free
And opens possibility.

I keep another embryo
Within the chambers of my soul
It waits to start the plan divine
Transforming this small life of mine.
I cannot be what I must be
Till I allow it to break free
And thus allow the broken part
To be my broken, contrite heart
A broken heart sets new life free
And opens possibility.


© 1999 by Jessie E Turner

Oh, Father,
Bless this home
That the spirit of contention will depart
That harmony, understanding, and love will prevail
That all who enter here will come to know
    how precious they are
That their lives will be forever blessed by their associations here
That this home may be a haven where each who enters
Will be nurtured and fortified
    against the corroding influences of the world
That we will remember the important things
Forget pettiness
And think often about the beauty in our lives
Bless us that we may live fully
Cultivate the best that is in us
Discover the gifts of joy
You've hidden along our way
Remember to be grateful for our blessings
Be willing to give of ourselves for the betterment of all


© 1998 by Jessie E Turner

You just canít tell by looking at a man
The measure of his soul.
What seems mundane to the world out there
Is a tiny part of the whole.

Heís an ordinary man
Just doing the best he can,
But beneath the ordinary part
There beats an extraordinary heart.

The small and weak things of the earth
In time confound the wise.
An ordinary life well lived
Is the noblest human prize.

Heís an ordinary man
Just doing the best he can,
But beneath the ordinary part
There beats an extraordinary heart.

So go on being an ordinary man
The best you can each day
Someday youíll see you have touched lives
In an extraordinary way.

Youíre an ordinary man
Just doing the best you can,
But beneath the ordinary part
There beats an extraordinary heart.


© 1998 by Jessie E Turner and David C Mead
Jessie wrote: "Forgive me for being sentimental. This weeks poem was in a notebook I brought back from my recent visit with my mother. It comes from a story my father used to tell. He and I wrote this poem together. It is about a whistle, a little bluebird, one of the few toys the Mead boys ever owned. The second part was about his experiences in World War II. My sister, Abby, put a tune to it so we could sing it. (I have retained his spelling and punctuation.)

'Twas only a bluebird
The simpelest of toys
But it was a trasure
To two little boys.

We grieved when we lost it.
We searched 'most all day:
When all else had failed us --
We knelt down to pray.

We asked the good Lord's help
To show what to do
Then stood up and picked up
Our whstle & blew.

    Remember the bluebird
    Remember the day
    When two little boys
    Knelt together to pray

We finished our childhood --
The time rumbeled on
We entered a manhood:
Near all peace was gone.

We then joined the service
Each in his own time
We met on ocassion --
Would scheduel incline.

We weathered the kayaws:
With help from above
And firm resulution
Of faith, hope & love.

    Remember the bluebird
    Remember the day
    When two little boys
    Knelt together to pray

The following poem was written especially for me when I was among the first one hundred to buy her new book, Moon in the Day Sky. Jessie wrote: Now, as promised, here is the poem I wrote especially for you today, Dec 14, 2006. This one didn't come with rhyme, but I like it, and it is a tribute to you - one who does rhymes very well! After I finished, I thought it might make a Christmas tree. I centered each line and look what happened!
With Warm Regards,




Writer of words

Writer of more than words

Writer of thoughts and feelings

The stories behind what makes us human


Take us on a journey into who we really are
© 2006 by Jessie E. Turner



© 2007 by Jessie E. Turner
The following poem was sent to me (and others) in an e-mail.

"Are you ready for Christmas?"
An acquaintance asked me.
I thought of the ornaments
Presents and tree
And the myriad tasks
I had still left to do.
"Are you kidding?!" I asked her,
"How about you?"

"Yes, Iím ready." She told me.
Did I hear her right?
"Youíve wrapped every present
And strung every light?
Youíve baked and delivered
Your goodies to friends
And run all the errands
And met all the ends?

Youíve mailed your news letters?
Got all your cards sent?"
"Oh, no," my friend told me,
"Thatís not what I meant."

"Iím ready to contemplate
Godís gift, divine;
The babe in the manger
The blessing thatís mine
And the love that he brought
With the hope and the joy
And the peace all wrapped up
In that one tiny boy.

I am ready for music
That I love to hear,
And to feel that warm feeling
That brings a sweet tear.
Yes, Iím ready for Christmas
His light to renew.
Iím ready for Christmas.
How about you?"