Kay L. Rice

The World Says…
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
Yet I hear you say,
You are the diamond that shines without end.

The World Says…
Money and wealth is the what should fill our day.
And you tell me,
The treasure most sought is what is given away.

The World Says…
Push and force your rights and views on others.
And you answer softly,
Treat all around you as they are your sisters and brothers.

The World Screams…
Hoard what you have, take what you can get.
You quietly open my hand,
“Give what I give you, needs will be met.”

The Noise of the World,
Loud, chaotic and angry carries through the land.
Your voice gives me comfort,
Peaceful and Restful I become in your hand.




Kay Rice

I have had enough of tears,
Enough of pain and of fears.
I have been driven far to my knees,
And here is where strength found me.

For my choices alone made me a victim,
Breaking bones and heart, tearing limbs.
Then faith whispered making me a survivor,
Showing me life was meant to be more than tired.
And then at my darkest hour, my God made me a warrior,
Through love and patience, he delivered the final cure.
I am a fighter.

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Every now and then, there is something that comes to me that, well, honestly, just needs to be shared. This is one of those special items.

It was written by my wonderful and inspirational mother-in-law, Bertha Saho. Every year she writes a poem or short story in her Christmas card to us, I keep them all. This year, her gift was very touching and special. I hope you enjoy it and allow her words to touch you as much as it did for me.  ~Kay L. Rice

by Bertha Saho
December 25, 2013

I’ve been thinking a lot about Shepherds as they watched on the Judean hills,
keeping warm by the fire, their eyes on the sheep,
while below them in Bethlehem travelers were asleep.

The job of the shepherd was humble, for the sheep must be constantly lead.
So they walked many miles to find pastures green,
looking for water from a slow-moving stream.

The lambs although “cuddly” must be closely watched for danger they were not aware.
The predators gathered, also watching their prey,
while the Shepherds were guarding by night or by day.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Shepherds, as they knelt to worship the babe.
They did not know he a shepherd would be.
That he would give his life to set his sheep free.

Now my Shepherd leads me, and I shall not want. He prepares a table and he makes me rest.
As I walk thru “Death’s Valley” I will not fear,
for I am not alone, my Shepherd is near.

My Shepherd, his lamb (for he calls me by name), he is my Redeemer, Comforter, soon coming King.
The breath of his spirit gives peace to my soul.
As I continue my journey, his love makes me whole.

In January 2013 Ron (Saho) became very ill with numerous diagnosis. He had eight hospitalizations and four nursing and rehab admissions. He was ony home two and a half months. In July his diagnosis was Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Following chemo therapy treatments he remained very ill. He chose to come home with hospice and on September 1, 2013 at 3:20 AM he went to his heavenly home. Greatly missed by family and friends this Christmas letter is dedicated to his memory. Happy 30th Anniversary Ron, I miss you and love you. — Bertha Saho