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Many years I did gravesides and memorials to our loved ones passing on to heaven.
I have decided to share some of them and help others. I was a member of of an angel group,
where we sent cards and present to sick children too! I have a poetry book, Flowers For The Soul.
I put many of my graveside others filed away on discs because so many.
I wrote poems for so many our warriors, children, adults, and many hurting families,
so I decided it was time to honor their memory to others on this webpage and help them cope with their losses.
I myself have lost so many to death, some tragically!
This website will be a journey and comfort for many including myself!
My heart goes out to everyone, who has sorrow for a lost loved one and my prayers are with you!
You are welcome to request your own memorial or tribute to your loved one!
The hardest one I ever did was to tell an aborted grandmother, she loved her grandchild!
Jesus gives me the gift to help to others in so many ways.
Sometimes I used ask Jesus, why He chose me, just a young poet very sick and struggling!
He told me that by my suffering I could write the loving poem anyone needed.
Through the years He and I comforted so many and I became a special part of many lives in many ways.
I have decided to share some of them and help others. I was a member of of an angel group,
where we sent cards and present to sick children too! I have a poetry book, Flowers For The Soul.
I put many of my graveside others filed away on discs because so many.
I wrote poems for so many our warriors, children, adults, and many hurting families,
so I decided it was time to honor their memory to others on this webpage and help them cope with their losses.
I myself have lost so many to death, some tragically!
This website will be a journey and comfort for many including myself!
My heart goes out to everyone, who has sorrow for a lost loved one and my prayers are with you!
You are welcome to request your own memorial or tribute to your loved one!
The hardest one I ever did was to tell an aborted grandmother, she loved her grandchild!
Jesus gives me the gift to help to others in so many ways.
Sometimes I used ask Jesus, why He chose me, just a young poet very sick and struggling!
He told me that by my suffering I could write the loving poem anyone needed.
Through the years He and I comforted so many and I became a special part of many lives in many ways.
This special book is dedicated to my brother, George, who committed suicide on June 15, 1996. For reasons unknown to his sisters, family, and friends, he took his life. This special poem was read at his grave-side service. I hope that other people who read Tunnels Of Light will stop to think before they take this desperate step. This poem describes the intense love and loss we feel inside. There is a nagging pain and perplexity we feel and an emptiness forever embedded. It made me a better poet, Chaplin, Christian Counselor, and Reverend to help others, who have become so lost, that they take this desperate step. If you are feeling lost out there please find me or someone in a church. I will help you with Jesus loving guidance. Don't take this desperate step! Seek help! THE MANSION ON THE HILL There is a majestic mansion on the everlasting hill of Our Lord. Its doors beckoned you away from your continuing heartache and discord. Brother we miss your calming and alluring smile. Your love and devotion will always be cherished in our memories along the mile. You were our wrestler, playmate, confidant, and cherished friend. Our silver knight protecting us with parental honor to defend. A teacher and parent quick to offer a stern lecture or two, Administering a spanking when you thought they were due. But your handsome face will forever be engraved in our hearts and minds in marble stone. My Brother, When Heaven opens The Pearly Gates, you will not be alone. There three sisters and many loved ones are waiting for the day to again say, "I Love You." Though shadowed and sad emotions we bear; we release your soul to the eternal realm that awaits so true. Mama and Daddy have been waiting to welcome you to eternity's abide. Someday Brother, we will be joined again as a family on the other side. Now we will whisper, "See you later, George, Our Brother dear." As forever inside, we carry your smile and an undiminishing tear. This book is also dedicated to my lovable husband Johnny, and our loving and forgiving Father, Jesus. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 1996 Tunnels Of Light 
CRYING IN THE DARKNESS
I hear a voice crying in the darkness with a grievous moan. He must ache from a loneliness and shame he can't atone. His disturbing cry leaves a pity and pang inside. I feel I can touch his agonized spirit being denied. Guilt and shame cloud my every waking moment and thought. I know not what destination he can be sought. The voice is begging for someone to listen to his plea. But the crying in the darkness echoes far in the distance away from me. Tears trickle down my face as I search the desolate plains and the angry ocean. For the crying in the darkness has stirred the empty space and every emotion. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 1996 Tunnels Of Light 
BEYOND HE WAITS A silhouetted figure reaches down, With his outstretched arms, Delivering to his daughter, an eternal hug. He stands on a ladder of stars, Gazing down at his family, Wiping away their overflowing tears. His voice echoes off the snowy clouds, Words of love to comfort the grieving, Giving soothing gestures to appease their hurting. Suddenly his robe of ivory emits a golden light. As his spirit transforms into his cloak of forever, He blows a final kiss to his family. Rising up the star-filled ladder, He disappears into the realm of the light, Where he will forever watch over his family. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Flowers For The Soul My Online And Offline Family 
On December 17, 2006 Seth Michael Stanton finished his eternal journey, missed by his family and friends. May He Rest In Peace! I wrote this for Wendy and his Uncle Eric, a tribute to this brave soldier.
Love Ya God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy My Journey I Have Finished Some travel their whole lives searching. My journey I have now finished. I am walking on eternity’s road, No more will I wander lost. I couldn’t duck and cover, For death held a faster hand. While out on patrol one night, I made my last desperate journey. Walking into the light, I put away my rifle, I have found my eternal destiny, A realm where war has no stand. Some travel their whole lives searching. My journey I have now finished. Someday you will take the same pathway, As you too will touch your eternity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
She Lives In Your Heart
Reaching out from heaven she kisses your grieving forehead, Feeling your heart crying from her passing deep within. She is saddened by your sorrow, Knowing your mind is being consumed by grief. Her laughter enters your memories of a time long ago, When you she taught you to walk then run. She helped you to reach adulthood, Teaching you the best way to live with Jesus. Loving memories of the past must be your healing now! Let not the dismay of life alter your pathway. Enrich your life with your mother’s memories, Encircling your wounded heart with a healing veil. Her loving arms reach out to encircle you, Letting you know she is always there! Your mother watches over you from heaven, Proud of her daughter she raised to be a great woman. She lives in your heart always, Her light will warm you in the illumination of her love. Seeking always the blessing of her daughter, She watches over your family always near. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Life With Jesus Marianna Sis, This is a testament Of Jesus’ love for you and your mother. This book will always carry a special tribute to you both. Know Jesus loves you and He is guiding my sister in His life always as your mother, Enrichettsa, watches over your family. Keep your faith always for He and I love you very much May His Poetical Blessings always light your path! 
A young baby, Brianna, and her family walked in this poet’s life, who was struggling with an incurable disease herself, Prinzmetal Angina.
She saw the struggle the little one had but still fought. It made her have more faith though her whole life was struggle with many illnesses too. This book will be used to help the Brianna Jennings Foundation to find a cure for the disease Zellwegers Syndrome. Love You Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy GIFT FROM BRIANNA A child sent from heaven, Brianna, Brightened all with her loving aura. Touching many lives struggling to live, She still had much love to give. A small baby born with a terrible disease, Giving her much pain and unease. Gift From Brianna lives on in every memory. An angel in heaven she leaves her legacy. Her gift will be an insure, Someday scientists will find a cure. A foundation to help other children dying. Forever she will stop another child's crying. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Gift From Brianna (A Gift to the Brianna Jennings Foundation, Finding A Cure For Zellwegers Syndrome.) 
Her Shining Light
Our cherished mother and friend is always in our heart. She is walking the golden pathway, Leaving behind precious mementos, Knowledge she has given will always enrich her family. Suffering from the complications of diabetes, She overcame each new obstacle with a smile, Giving others her love and care, Despite the blindness dealt with. Hardship and sickness could never break her spirit, Forged from determination and God’s love. Giving special memories to hold, As she spent her last days at home. She will be missed by all, Her love will be forever felt, As she watches over her family and friends from above, Still sending her shining light to comfort. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Miracles Of The Heart My Online And Offline Family 
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My dear families went to heaven and many pics of many others!
This is book I am doing to honor our fallen warriors and their families. Thank You for risking your lives for our freedom! My love will always be for all warriors and veterans! 
Last Ride On The Angel Flight
The Lord’s angels were assembling in heaven to receive the fallen. The skies were lit up from the mortar fires. Innocent blood was trickling on the sandy ground. The rapid rifle fire in the distant never let up. Warriors were watching their bodies covered, Their helmets were placed on their weapons. Their boots were put in front to signify their last journey. They gazed upon the reddening horizon for their last time. It was time to take their last ride on the angel flight. They were going home to see their families one last time. They felt no pain in their extremities anymore. All the battle fatigue in their bones had vanished. Many more warriors would take their last ride on the angel flight. Their names would be placed on the wall, Honoring many other fallen heroes of war. They all had fought their final battle of freedom! Somewhere another fallen hero will take their last journey. Heaven will open to receive all of the fallen warriors, Making their last ride on The Lord’s angel flight, Their eternal journey to their new spiritual home. Dorothy E. Scott - Warrior Poet For The Lord Jessica E. Reichert, Global Heart SF – Warrior Story Writer © Copyrighted 2015 Last Ride On The Angel Flight Our precious warriors are giving their lives in our battle for freedom. This book is dedicated to all the warriors and their families, Who gave their lives and family for the world to be free from tyranny! 
On January 27, 2007, Anthony finished his eternal journey, missed by his family and friends. A sniper’s bullet destroyed his family’s peace forever. May He Rest In Peace!
Love Ya God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream His footsteps are now carved in marbled stone, Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream. No football goal was ever too far, Nor any obstacle too great to achieve. It became his wish to revenge 911, Where many innocent lives were lost, Destroying America’s sense of freedom, Ridding America of foreign tyranny. He joined the Marines to battle for our freedom, Willing to give his life in a foreign country, For the precious cause he believed in, Knowing he was facing an impossible dream. The moment a sniper’s bullet tragically ended his life, He waved goodbye to his family and friends, As he took a final journey on eternity’s road, Dreaming His Last Impossible Dream. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
I wrote this for a young boy’s family on his passing.
Luke Ervin. This is a special poem always in this book. AN ANGEL IN HEAVEN His arms reach out enclosing his family, In a special hug from his loving heart. He sees their tears wiping them away, Holding the hand of Jesus, never to part. The love he left his family, Always in their memories kept near. His laughter drifts on a refreshing breeze, To lighten the grief of his family so dear. Sapphire clouds are his playground, Places where other children play. His smile radiates among all the other angels, Watching over his family day by day. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 On The Wings Of Hope 
My Last Train Ride
My family, Glory’s Train picked up this eternal passenger, Leaving me no time to say a proper goodbye. Its whistle blew before I could tell you all, How much you mean to this old wishful engineer. I took a special journey on Heaven’s rails beyond the sun, To a place where we will join someday in eternity. I will watch over my loving family, Knowing the knowledge I taught will always be passed on. In my heart I feel such pride for my family, They will be in my spiritual heart forever. God will watch over each one of you, Letting no harm befall my loved ones. In our memories we will never be parted, For Heaven is just a train ride away. No rail could ever truly part our family, For we love each other for eternity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Miracles Of The Heart My Online And Offline Family 
Lassoed to Life
Though I ride the trails of Heaven, I will be country through eternity. I replaced my boots for angel wings, Which will watch over you from my residence. I was lassoed to life, Living my fullest with what time I had, Loving my family and friends with all my heart, Shedding a tear when it was my time to go. God needed this country boy to sing, In His heavenly karaoke stand above. Though I will always caringly watch, Over my loved ones living below. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Miracles Of The Heart My Online And Offline Family 
This was written for two precious children in Heaven, Dustin Little And Payton Griffin and their families. For All Families who lose their loved ones
The time we spend with our children is so dear. Our memories become a special stairway to keep our loved ones close to us. If tears could build a miracle then yours was built long ago. I got this idea from the site of Dustin Little who will be a beacon in this poet’s heart forever. God Bless You Hugs And Kisses Love Ya Praying For All! Poet Dorothy 
IF TEARS COULD BUILD
If tears could build a stairway, Our steps would extend beyond the farthermost star, Though our memories will always be a lane, Where our heart will travel o’er. If tears could build a tower, It would be the highest in the universe, Reaching to Heaven beyond the sun, Where we could bring you back again. If tears could build a miracle, Our arms would hold our angel again. Though our love will hold you forever, Our special angel, God has taken home. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 On The Wings Of Hope 
My Big Sis Tandi, She was the most awesome poet and sissy I ever knew. I love ya, Tandi and miss ya still. Thank you for giving me a better perspective of poetry and my counselor on my sickness at the time we poetry chatted together!
DEATH CAN'T CLOSE DOORS Death can't close the doors opened in my lifetime. It can't stop the cycle of prose and my rhyme. It can only stop the hourglass of the earth, Trickling down in salted seas. Leaving behind me a legacy of words and memories. Please don't weep for you have brought be a life of bliss, Been my loving friend when things were amiss. Wiped my tears away that dampened my future, Helped me to grow older and more mature, Held out your hand with comfort emitting. Set emotions aflame with love transmitting. When you gaze upon the wall of yesterday. I will be there and every tomorrow I'll stay. I felt your love with every dismal thought. It was your compassion another day was bought. Please don't weep for me I am here feel me. I have only joined my final destiny. Death can't close the doors opened in my lifetime. It can't stop the cycle of prose and my rhyme. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 Will Yet Faith The Answer |