Shirley Yvonne McCoy
Date of Birth: June 4th 1949
Occupation: Self-employed in home services
Marital status: Married in 1969
Education: High school graduation 1966
Interrests: Writing, music, christian ministry
Published writing: None
Personal statement: I was born and grew up in Vancouver British Columbia, Canada, after high school graduation I graduated from airline careers training in Kansas City, Mo. USA, came back to Vancouver where I married and had three great sons. I was born again in 1977 which totally changed my life and moved me out of depression to helping others. I have been writing poetry since I was ten years old and find it a necessary means of sorting through the emotions that accompany our lives on this earth.
Two
There are two sides to every story
Two sides to every hurt,
Two sides to every point that's made
And each side has it's worth.
The things you said were valid,
And need to be addressed;
Please see my side has merit too,
I'm making this request.
There are two people now, whose hearts ache,
Two people denying tears,
Two hearts that long to love again
And overcome all fears.
There are two souls that look to Jesus,
Two souls receive His grace,
Two souls that join in hope again
Reconciled in His secret place.
Care More
When you hurt, you feel
so little,
but even in the middle
of this mess, I can confess
I care more about
the pain you feel
than what's so real
to me;
I know I'll be O.K.
'cause Jesus always makes
a way for me,
I can forget, and put aside
my deep regret, the tears
I've cried,
'cause right now, I care more
about this man I'm praying for
and I have believed, right from the start,
that he cares more
for me
than for his aching heart.
Downcast
I stare into the candle flame
I find no consolation there,
I miss you so, I want you near...
Mute with disappointment,
in spite of good intentions
one tear slips silently
as if embarassed by
its own appearance,
and leaves just a trace,
it's legacy upon my cheek;
it's seal upon my
downcast face.
And so, I open wide
the arms of my heart, to weariness,
embrace the hope of sleep;
time has become my enemy
that I must somehow overcome...
For now, to rest...
until my heart can apprehend
by hope renewed,
love's soft embrace
again.
You
If rainbows had an earthly form
If beauty fell like dew,
And gathered in one treasury,
It's name would be called...you.
If song that fills the heart, so sweet;
That flows like liquid joy
Would touch the fires of my love,
It's fervent heat employ,
Each note, in dazzling crystal-form
Once heard, would shine anew,
And, one by one, when all were done,
Their beauty would be...you.
If love that lifts me through the night
On rapturous wings of peace
Could to my longing hand be known,
It's velvet heart release;
'T would wrap me in it's sensuous folds
And thrill me through and through-
Oh, such exquisite luxury
It only could be...you.
Shirley McCoy
The Magic Carpet
Softly, softly,
I reach for you now,
Across the distance I draw near...
My heart's desire and tender vow
Transports me- I am present here.
Your tender heart
It's burdens now release
Though wordless, with the one close at your side,
No distance now between my love and me,
Conveyed upon love's magic carpet ride.
Softly, softly,
I hold your head against my breast
With overwhelming love for all you are.
Upon love's magic carpet ride, our rest
Denies the fact we really are apart
Shirley McCoy
The Balcony of Our Desire
In the anticipation of our
mutual destination,
The cool night air, like fingers, beckon
onto the balcony,
in the shadowy secret of the night.
The spontaneous suggestion
unexpected and exciting,
transcending now, with every sense aroused,
every passion now flash-igniting.
Now thrust, and held,
beneath the cloudburst's overflow,
fat, chill water-droplets splat
upon my breast,
refract the light like broken glass
and disappear beneath
the magic of your hand,
like a spell cast,
replaces trickling waters' tease
with passion-sparked desire released.
Night's cool breath now lightly lifts
long hair, spun cobweb-like
into deep kisses,
combusting, mounting hot breath's ascent
like passion's pyre,
now wild, now free,
unrestrained,
upon the balcony of our desire.
Shirley McCoy
There With You
Don't you know that
when you call me late at night,
when you have turned off all the lights
that I am there with you?
When I hear the
softness in your voice,
my heart can make no other choice
but to be there with you.
Please be aware of me
I'm waiting at your side,
Oh, please, take care of me,
My love won't be denied...
When you slip
finally, 'neath your sheets,
with one deep sigh, embracing sleep,
then I am there with you,
Oh, can't you feel my cheek now pressed
upon the soft curls of your chest?
for I am there with you.
And let your final thought
As sleep enraptures you
With deepest peace, be brought-
That I am there with you...
And let your fondest dreams
Fulfil you through and through,
And with the dawn, be seen
That I'm still there with you.