In Memory of…

My sweet friend, Athena tragically passed away on May 18th, one week after giving birth to her first child. Just 31 years old, she was a beautiful soul, confident, courageous and compassionate. I will especially miss her big, gorgeous smile and the way her eyes glinted when she laughed. She was wise beyond her years and throughout our friendship, she gave me guidance and encouragement that I will never forget. She lovingly challenged me to be a better person and for that I am forever grateful.

Here is a poem I wrote in her honour.

A radiant light shone deep from within,
T enacious and loyal, her warmth drew you in,
H er bubbly laugh was contagious and bright,
E ncouraging others with kind, tender might,
N urturing, loving, a wonderful friend,
A ripple of beauty that will never end.

Blood is Thicker

Why is there war between father and daughter

If blood is thicker than water

Why does their pride lead a lamb to the slaughter
If blood is thicker than water

Why does she curse the forgiveness he’s brought her
Why does she welcome the demons that fought her
Why does redemption lie dead where it sought her

If blood is thicker than water

By: Natasha Spiers, 2009

A December’s Eve

Strangers on a December’s eve,
caught in a crossfire that we couldn’t see,

Friendship to romance; the sweet tragedy
of a darkness the light couldn’t reach,

Anguished love mourns joy’s deceit,
in the realization of a heart’s defeat,

For we were never meant to be
more than strangers on a December’s eve.

By: Natasha Spiers, 2009

Not Enough

Your words caress me like a thousand butterflies

As gentle as the summer’s breeze,

And everytime you look at me with those eyes
And touch my skin, I find it hard to breath,

But you don’t understand
That it’s not enough to hold my hand,
And it’s not enough to promise me you’ll change,

Because you’ll never be, the man that I need,
And you’ll never see how much you mean to me,

You mean so much to me,
But it will never be
Enough for me.

By: Natasha Spiers, 2004

The Lust of the World

Your sickly sweet allure creeps menacingly
just below the surface of my conscience,

Gently wooing me with your insidious promises
and your deceptive charm,

You make me believe that I need you
and that I’m not whole without you,

When in reality, your selfish lies cut deep
and your callous whispers
of seduction
leave me broken hearted
and alone.

– 2009 –

“Do not love this world nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you. For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions.

These are not from the Father, but are from this world. And this world is fading away, along with everything that people crave. But anyone who does what pleases God will live forever.”

– 1 John 2:15-17 (NLT)

Be Still My Child and Know

When the trials seem to never end
When you force a smile but can no longer pretend
When things don’t go the way you intend
Be still my child and know.

When life’s storms seem to be closing in
When you’re running in circles but can’t seem to win
When the clouds are thick and the silver lining thin
Be still my child and know.

That you were planned from the very start
I don’t make mistakes; you’re a work of art
You hold the highest place in my heart
Be still my child and know.

That I am God, and will always be
The One you can turn to for your every need
I love and adore you; you’re precious to me
Be still my child and know.

By: Natasha Spiers, 2010

Through the Ashes

I used to think that hope and love were crutches for the weak
That victory was for the strong, surrender for the meek
I cried myself to sleep with bitter tears every night
Each day brought yet another trial; another war to fight

In my life’s story sinful anger won the leading role
Defiant unforgiveness had wreaked havoc on my soul
I locked myself behind the bars of envy, pride and hate
I threw away the key in spite; my heart sealed its own fate

I didn’t think that anyone could love someone like me
I buried all my pain alive so nobody would see
My bruised and battered heart was slowly breaking day by day
It seemed I’d lost the game before I even chose to play

But then you came along and proved me wrong
Your Truth became my Life, my Strength; my Song
Your Faithful Mercy gently took my hand
Your Grace sustained me when couldn’t stand

You proved to me the Victory was mine
You placed in me Your Love and made me shine
You healed my pain and You restored my sight
You brought me through the ashes into Light

Yes, You brought me through the ashes into Light.

Thank You, Jesus

Natasha Spiers 2010

flower blooming
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