Glimpses of Life

by Ray C Ragsdale


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 12/1/2002

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 180
ISBN : 9781403324702

About the Book

I feel there is a message in each of my poems for someone. Only they will know if it is for them. Some of the thoughts seemed to be meant for me, but then we are all very much alike as humans. And, everything God does has a purpose. I hope these poems will be help and comfort for the ones He intended them for.

Writing poetry was not something I planned. I can't say I really wanted to write poems. At the age of 66, I had a startling experience. On March 3rd. 1993, I awoke at 5:00 AM with a poem running through my mind. I got up and wrote the lines just as they came into my mind. That was my first poem, "What Happens". By the time I had finished the first one, another started in my mind. So I was only writing down my thoughts, and they were in poem form. It seemed my thoughts rhymed. People were asking me how I write a poem. I began thinking about it and that's how I wrote, "How I Write A Poem".

Even though God is not mentioned in all of my poems, He is still in them to me. He gives me all my thoughts and abilities. Therefore, I give God the credit for every poem I write. I found I had put a lot of my life into these poems. But they are not just about me. I feel they are about how I look at life and God's creations. But most importantly, without Him watching over and protecting me all my life, I would not be here today.


About the Author

I was born in the small town of Troy, North Carolina. My daddy died when I was only about three, and I went to live with my grandparents. They were sharecroppers living in a small farming community called Pendleton, in northeastern North Carolina. I’m not sure it was large enough to be called a town. There were two stores, a post office and the church. Railroad tracks ran through it with an old station for freight, although I never remember seeing any freight. The train did run south every morning and back north every afternoon.

This area is where I grew up, working on the farm until I was almost sixteen years old. I don’t remember very many things that happened to me through those years. We moved several times, but the church was always close enough so we could attend every Sunday. There was a mill for grinding corn nearby, where farmers had their corn ground into meal. It was situated on the edge of a pond, and that is where the church held their baptisms. One of the few things that I can remember today is the feeling I had walking the isle, accepting Christ, and being baptized in that millpond. I felt that I had entered a completely new life. Everything seemed brighter, but I still found myself living in the same old world. Nobody changed but me, so I didn’t understand until later in life, that Christ was with me all the time. He saw to it that I always had a friend, and I was not alone any more. I look back now and see His presence and guidance throughout life.