For every stone that is thrown
He meters it out,
For the foundation bountiful,
of his home.

... For Every stone that is brought,
He plants a garden,
With flowers dripping
Over the edges of their pots …

For every stone I bring …
He holds me with his tears,
Carries me past my fears …
And offers me, a glass of water.

© jan leree 2012

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    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:


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