His Best “Yes”

February 23, 2015

He gave His best “Yes”
It is always “Yes” with Him
Surprised by the joy


I remember that big day
I recognized His passion
His personal love for me


Fourteen and a half
Touched deeply by His great Love
I wept as I saw it
Hot tears flowed from my dark eyes
Cleansed and brought me into light


No one can fathom
Words cannot express my heart
Compassion captured my soul
One man gave it all
My mind riveted on Him
Father never let me go


Thirty thousand feet
Flying to Jerusalem
Remembering what happened
I’m still overwhelmed
Just fifty-eight years later
With inexpressible love


I am going into darkness
I know I will find the light
Among the broken and hurting
That is where He lives


The reason I am going to Jerusalem today is to attend a conference dedicated to being with those who have been victimized by terror in the Middle East. But those who are attending are coming from all over the world to meet with those searching for that pinhole of light that leads to the joy. The reflections of the day are coming out of Psalm 22. – A Psalm of David. God never took His eyes off of His Son.

Love Pours Down Like Rain

January 5, 2015


I wait in expectation
Morning by morning I seek
To listen to your kind voice
To walk in the light


Those who tell lies crush others
Homes are destroyed, children lose
The safety and love God gave
With two loving souls


No word can we trust
Hearts are full of destruction
Only action speaks


I found a place of refuge
Place I can be glad again
God can restore the real joy
Spread his protection


Those who love your name
Will find a place to rejoice
When we seek a pure heart
Our eyes are opened
Love pours down like the rain
We experience God’s love


Forgiveness from God
Is the greatest gift of all
Then we can forgive
The one we have hurt the most
The offense against our souls


We wounded ourselves
Lied to ourselves and others
Miracles of forgiveness
Comes to those who will repent
Accept God’s love and give it


God will run to receive you
Others will be unable
Celebrate this gift and give
Others time to heal


Reflections from Psalm 5 with awareness of the Father-son relationship in Luke 15.
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Thank you God

May 4, 2012

It is a hidden treasure
Knowledge of the living God
With it comes understanding
And wisdom to live
Thank you, I can understand
What it means to fear you, God
You have promised if I will search
I can know your heart
For every good work
What you need is provided
You’ll abound with provision
God’s heart will be seen
The human heart will be drawn
In relationships of love
Victory is yours
In what really matters most
When righteousness is pursued
And love is the aim
This is the promise given
You will abound in His Grace
Meditations after contemplating Proverbs 2 and II Corinthians 9:8.

Little baby born in love

December 11, 2011

What will change our eyes to see
The magnitude of His grace
Little baby born in love
Became one of us
I want my children
And all of my grandchildren
To know this amazing love
Please send your angels
Attend to each one
May they experience You
And awaken to Your Joy
Another baby is coming
Olivia Margaret
And Preston was born on this day
Just eight years ago
Who will teach their eyes to see
The magnitude of His grace
Little babies born in love
Learn to live from us
© Terry S. Smith
December 11, 2011
This poem is dedicated to my grandchildren.  “The man who fears God, his children’s children will be blessed.”  This promise is yours:  Sydney, Wallace, Aubrey-Anne, Preston, Sterling, Maia, Peter, Isaac, Averil, and Olivia, who will arrive any day now!

A Christmas Story

December 24, 2009

This picture and article appeared on the front page of the Burlington Daily Times on December 24, 1985, in metropolitan Boston.  My mother died in the year 2000, at the age seventy-seven connected in the heart, soul, and mind with the joy of His peace.


A Christmas Story

A man painfully remembers: years of confusion, guilt, and learning to survive in a world where hate and fear consumed his childhood.

When he was six years old, his mother stood on the hood of the car, kicked the windshield in and cursed the boy’s father to hell.

When the boy was eight, divorce and alcoholism robbed him of his mother.  The parent’s failure, anger, and hate tore the relationship apart and another family unit fragmented.

This is a story about a mother and son coming together after eighteen years, and about the One who stirred their hearts into a love that brought healing and hope to a once broken relationship.


Carol, Sid, Mama, Robert and Terry


I had always wondered about her.  She was beautiful, but many of my memories were painful, reinforced by my father’s hatred for her.  While I was growing up, he cut me off from anyone who cared about her.

Then during my last year of graduate school, I found where she lived, discovering that in a city of 600,000 people, I was driving past her house daily.

Should I go see her?  What would she be like now?  She would be forty-five years old.  Could I understand this woman who left four young children, never again to be involved in their childhood?

She didn’t know who I was when my wife and I knocked on her door in October of 1968.  But a new journey began.

Her story was hard.  She had married at sixteen, had three children before age twenty-one.  She married five times, was an alcoholic, and currently was living with a man who was not her husband.

She hated herself.  She had attempted suicide by cutting her throat, jumping out of a car going eighty miles an hour, and by putting a gun to her head and pulling the trigger.

But, the gun misfired.  It fell on the floor, blowing a hole in the wall.  She lived!

The reunion with her son helped her to realize she could start over again.  She began to fight!  But it was like trying to climb a greased slide.  My family — a wife and two babies — now included this woman, my mother, who, after wanting to die all these years, now had a desire to live.

The failure I experienced in my childhood caused me to pursue the field of counseling to learn how to live in relationships, and not make the same mistakes my parents made.   There had to be a way to live in this world and not be victimized by failure, anger, insecurity and guilt.

People can come back together and healing can take place in relatiionships.  But how?  How could this woman ever have forgiven herself for leaving her children?  How could the children have ever forgiven her for abandoning them?

As a family counselor in Burlington, I have chosen, for a model, one person in history who knew how to love and treat human beings.  I find very few people who have read his life.  Not many are willing to give and extend mercy toward those who hurt them.  Not many are willing to say: “I am wrong!”; “I am sorry!”; “Forgive me!”

The little baby whose birthday the world celebrates at this time of the year grew up to be a man.  He met a woman at the well who had been married five times and was living with a man not her husband.  The man at the well treated the woman with dignity, respect, consideration, and compassion.   It changed her life.

The angels announced at his birth that he has come to bring good tidings of great joy.  The woman at the well experienced it the day she met him.  I have tested it on the streets of the twentieth century and it holds today.  My mother found hope, forgiveness, and new beginnings because this man’s evaluation of human worth represented by the heart of the God and Father of us all.

Our challenge at this season is to look past the commercialism of Christmas.  To look beyond the religious ritual, and to sense the mystery of the One who came among us to demonstrate and to give a new quality of life.

I’ve just returned from a family wedding.  It was the first time in thirty-five years the family was together.  My mother flew back with us, and will celebrate her first New England Christmas with me and my family.  We realize that we owe this reunion to the One whose perspective on life continues to bring into a dark world hope and light.

Our hearts are full of thanksgiving as we celebrate the reality of his presence.



May 22, 2009

I determined I would find
A different way to live
Than the way given to me
A passion for life
To be diligent to seek
What is true, noble, and right
To search fresh springs of life
A longing to be fulfilled
I’ll never arrive
But it’s a secret journey
Of my inner soul
Where at the center peace calls
And love pursues in silence
The noise is so great
The fears have deep roots screaming
With the adrenalin rush
How to calm the storm within
It will take your best thinking
Do I fight or run away
I felt panic in my soul
Depression knocked at my door
Who would come and help
I have asked for help
Looking around I have found
Resources of love
This will take courage
To seek what is good and right
To persevere and control
The dark voices in my soul
To choose life and healing grace
There are thoughts in me that lie
It’ll take wisdom to detect
To cut through the false feelings
Expose assumptions