Teresa
Name Poems
There is sacred hidden power in the meaning of our name.
Your name is a clue to who we were meant to be in this life . I take your name and the picture I get becomes a poem--rhymed or free verse--telling a story that somehow resonates with who you 'are' and who you are meant to be. It is a form of encouragement which empowers you to see the truth of your 'being'; the symbolic picture of 'you'.
It all started when....
Years ago I was trying to write a poem for the leader of a Bible study. I admit it was more to impress her than anything else, but there you have it. I had written quite a few, but none of them seemed 'anointed'. One evening after going to bed I got the first line of a poem. It was about a watercolor wash of a sunrise. I got out of bed and quickly wrote what came to me on the first thing I could find and went back to bed, certain this was for the person I had been so unsuccessfully attempting to write. The next week I brought it with me to class. In small groups there was a new woman who had just returned from the mission field. She shared with us about her watercolor works and I thought perhaps I had been wrong and the poem was intended for her. It wasn't until I didn't hear a word about it from this woman I realized it hadn't been meant for her. I ALWAYS get some response when I write! So again, I write out the poem and the next week I deliver it to the leader. A few days later I receive a thank you card in which she has written to ask, "How did you know I had just the other day taken a walk with my husband one morning and the silhouette of the trees against the early light made me say I was going to have to make a watercolor wash of it?" I responded to her with this: "Did you notice the date on the poem? It wasn't written a week after this happened; it was written the week before!"
Of course, the question still remains--how did I know? I don't know, it just came to me and I wrote what came. It is always like that, even now when I write what I call Name Poetry, where I get a picture of a person's name and write about it. All I can say is, it sure is fun! Teresa Crane
This Spiritual Insight into your Name and your Essence
is a great way to get a picture of who you are
so you can begin to know and believe great things for yourself.
It is my hope this Insight will strengthen and empower you
because of the ownership you have toward your name.
I am excited to share this as an added benefit
in your progress toward reaching your goals.
You are an awesome creation!
I want you to believe it!
It is my greatest wish for you to become
ALL THAT YOU ARE MEANT TO BE!
I love you!
The Universe is waiting!
The Power of Your Name ~~
The Blessing Hidden in Your Name
When you were yet being formed in secret in the hidden places of your mother's womb, you knew who you were. Your spirit knew your Name. You may have whispered it to your mother. Your father may have heard the whisper, too. So that on the day of your Naming, the Name that was given you was the Name that spoke of Whom you were, Who you were meant to be.
A Name is more than just a label. It speaks of Essence. It speaks in Truth.
Has anyone ever called you a bad name? Have you ever rebuked yourself when you did something you thought was stupid and called yourself Stupid or Idiot? Your spirit heard those words, those ‘names', and you began to manifest and believe them as if they were truly true. The same is true every time you hear your name. Your spirit knows the meaning. I help you discover the picture, the hidden meaning.
Even if you already know what your name means, the 'picture' I will get of your name should be one that speaks to the deep places inside you, bringing forth a newfound understanding of who you are and who you are in the world--who you are meant to be. It is my greatest hope the words I send you will encourage and bless you.
Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being part of your life, part of your self-discovery.
Here is the Poem I wrote for myself:
Teresa Zoe--Harvester of Life ;-D
The Harvester looked out upon her company.
The fields were white unto harvest
as she surveyed the vast property that extended far beyond her vision.
The vineyards were dripping with deep, luscious fruit
awaiting gathering for the intent purpose of being made into wine for blessing.
Life was all about her.
Life radiated from every stalk of barley, every branch of vine-ripened grapes
and she knew she had done well.
This was her heritage.
This was her delight.
She strolled out into the center of the field and lifted her arms high,
twirling, singing praises to the One Most High.
She stooped to gather the grain into her arms and lifted it as well,
waving it before the One, giving thanks.
Her heart was filled with joy.
Years ago she had only walked along the edge of these fields and vineyards
and gathered and garnered only the fragments that lay scattered on the outskirts.
She had not dared to venture into their depths,
into the midst of the glory of their promise to her.
But today, ah today--she stood with tears streaming down her face
knowing full well this was what her life was meant to be.
This was the Harvest of Life her Name had promised her.
This was the Gift the One had given her.
All she had to do was partake of its grandeur,
open her arms wide and accept all that was offered her.
She was still stunned, sometimes, at the magnitude and magnificence of the Gift--
and the Giver.
She was still awed at what this Harvest meant:
Grain for bread to feed the hungry.
Grapes for wine to bless and cheer.
She would never again fear it was not her place.
She would never again choose to take only leftovers,
strewn in the way along the outer edge.
No, today was the first day of her first real Harvest.
Today she walked into the center and claimed what was rightfully hers;
For today she knew it was her duty to take what was given
in order that she might have all she required to give to those who came to her in need.
She would strengthen those who trusted her.
She would give of her plenty;
and not just raw grain and clusters of grapes.
No, she would do the work required to make it more than raw materials.
She would make a feast, because the Feast was what the Life was all about.
Harvester of Life.
Because then, when she had given the Feast and shared her bounty--
then she would reap the benefit of that as well,
and her life would be that much more satisfying
and that much more with which to satisfy others.
Today was the first day of the first fruits.
Today was the beginning of a new Harvest of Life.
Today she harvested all that Life had to offer her...with gratitude and grace. ©
Teresa's Clients Speak
I cannot say how touched we were when we read your poem. It took me a few attempts to finish it. I just couldn't read any more of your touching lines through the tears. May I have permission to read it at Harrison 's memorial service this Saturday? God Bless, Brian K
Before leaving my house this morning I forwarded your email to myself here at work. I didn't want to read this quickly but rather take my time and savor the moment. OMG. Teresa, I don't know how or where you get your gift from but allow me to say it is awe-inspiring . As I read the words you had written my whole body tingled. I've never in my life read anything before that had that kind of effect on me. I am truly amazed and touched beyond words!!! Wow. Much love and appreciation, Jo W
This from a young man who is blind. His poem seemed to offer a mystery at the end, but he seemed to think it quite accurate and suitable:
Happy Birthday indeed. This does fit so much more than you currently know. Smiles and yes, like the ending, it does mean there is more to the story. lol Also at the end when you do these have more faith in your ability. It is amazing. And say "trust" rather then "hope" that we will like them. THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU YOU!!!!!!!!! I owe you a real in life HUG but I trust this works for now. Shane
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