Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, July 10, 2009
My Photography of Colorado
No place is more sacred to me than the mountains of Colorado. My best memories as a child where made high in the beauty of my state. I find it a blessing and an inspiration to live here and invite everyone to visit.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
To My American Patriot, William Alexander McClintock
B.1717, Tyrone Co, Ireland ~ D.1801 Bath County Virginia
Seeking only answers to whom I belong and from where I came.
Traveling back in time not to judge anyone, nor to lay blame.
With help from the living to records did I obtain,
Pictures with stories, I treasure each in a frame.
So many answers I found, never again to be the same.
To an ancient family of battle fame,
A Grandfather I found in gentle earth lain.
This man who gave me, what I now have the right to gain,
by what he risked for a new country, his family and his name.
For my American Patriot, I come before you to make my claim,
with a man who came from afar, to a country he had first to tame.
Finding myself not only in his ancient name,
but in his convictions we both hold dearly the same.
Love for our family, this country, and it's creed do herein remain.
I come now to give honor to the United States and my name.
I now stand with him in terrifying battles and on open plains.
Never giving up in the cry of freedom's birthing pains.
© April 25th 2009, To My American Patriot, William Alexander McClintock
To the sacred Society of The Daughters of The American Revolution...
I, Christine Renee McClintock pledge my honor, service and devotion.
© April 25th 2009, To My American Patriot, William Alexander McClintock
By Christine McClintock All Rights Reserved.
My Daughter's Eyes
My Daughter's eyes are a heavenly sight,
they dance around with mischief and light.
Smiling with fire, passion and delight
or perhaps if you are game, a pretty good fight.
A look into her eyes, an angel for the meeting
burst forth in a glance from her keeping,
touching your heart with what she is seeking.
but always inside what she feels and is thinking.
Beautiful and soft, flecks of light from the skies
In my daughter's eyes this sacred gift lies...
Like pools, a soulful song hung musics shinning sound,
life's energy and her essence do here abound.
Like a storm of lightening in a faraway glance
dark skies mirror life's memories in a instance,
traveling miles on a strong light of constance.
Inspiring all on a splendid journey of cosmic distance.
To this goddess of life's heavenly mirrors,
with her temple of sight in tender years,
windows to an unconquered soul with no fear,
no Mother could ask for more, yet hold so dear.
© 'My Daughters Eyes' by Christine McClintock
Monday, November 3, 2008
Rape in Marriage
Rape In Marriage
Dear Heavenly Father hear my cries,
My fragile spirit suffers and dies.
From a secret I carry in shame,
Of life so filled with torture and pain.
Through blood and tears the violence tells,
Of fear so great that terror swells
For one who shared the marrieage vows,
Does forcefully take what nature allows.
This once holy union created for sharing in life,
Has turned to anger spent on me his wife.
Through tears I beg, In fear I plead
With cruelty he answers, mopping up his need.
So please dear Lord give me the courage
To heal and grow, break free this bondage.
As I ask only for dignity and respect
And gentle love given in mutual consent.
© 1992, 1993, 1995, 2001, 2006 Christine McClintock DeLay
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
What No Woman Can Ignore
She felt the lump
that day in the shower
As she drew back
frozen in horror
No she thought
it coudn't be.
She touched it again
then sank to the floor.
In her heart she could see
the univited guest was this mass
which lay beneath her breast.
Quickly her mind raced
as she tried to explore
sitting alone breathless
on a cold wet floor.
She ached for ease
but was denied that day.
She would not have the peace
there no comfort in being okay.
I cannot have cancer!
What could this thing be?
I am too young she answered,
though in her heart lay the key
She thought of her Grandmother
who was years ago diagnosed
Leaving the family
when they needed her most
Inside she always knew she would
bear this unholy cost.
One tear fell, then two
Is this my destiny?
A mere code of DNA,
a family legacy.
Her shoulders now cold
as she cried on the floor
She picked herself up
and reached for the phone
dialing the doctor,
feeling so alone.
A nurse answered...
beginning my journey,
it wasn't a dream,
she would have to explore,
because she knew in
her heart that this was
truly what no woman could ever
afford to ignore.
© 2008 'What No Woman Can Ignore'
by Christine McClintock
