I love to grow tomatoes In the summer time. The taste of the ripe fruit Is best in its prime. They have delicious flavor As they ripen on the vine. I'll eat a few for supper With dandelion wine. I can buy them at the store, But the taste is not the same As when they're eatten in the field And have a famous name. "Beefsteak " is my favorite And so is "Better Boy." It's the simple things in life That bring us so much joy. -Yu/stan/kema-
A dark-haired child went down to the bank of a clear-running stream to play a small prank. She knew that the fairies came down there to play and she heard them giggle the day away.
She watched as they left a jug full of rum and left-over food. She started to hum.
She ate what was left of the fairies lunch. She cut them some flowers and left them a bunch. Then she hid in a tree til the twilight faded and took a long nap while she patiently waited.
When the moon came out and lit up the ground, the fairies came back and they gathered round. They danced and they sang and they chanted her name: "Little girl, come out. There's no need for shame." "Sing with us, child, and dance here with me." "Your feet will fly, and soon you'll be free." So she danced with them, and sat for a while. They begged her to sing as she gave them a smile. She started to sing with a voice pure and clear. The more she sang, the angels drew near. They asked her to play an old violin. She took it and placed it under her chin. She drew the bow back, and the violin cried. She played and it laughed, and she made it sigh. All who heard it felt reconciled towards God, who said: "Well-done, My child." -Yu/stan/kema-
There is a touch of Autumn in the air.
Birds are busy flying every where.
Autumn has arrived a month late.
And birds have to act, not hesitate.
They search for shelter from the cold wind,
A place, they sense, is easy to defend.
Birds are just trying to survive.
They want to keep their loved one’s alive.
Still, they find the time to soar the sky
And wave their wings to God as they fly by. Facebook photo- Oct. 2016.
The strong wind of Autumn strikes my door
And urges me to bundle up for more.
I choose to stock my shelves to over-flowing,
So i can eat well when the snow starts blowing.
My faithful dog keeps me company,
And when I walk her, she protects me.
I read and write to fill my hungry mind.
Still, I miss the touch of human kind.
By loving God and others, I’m made whole,
For I am feeding my lonely soul.
A little baby was born on earth
On a holy night long ago.
He was born in a manger on top of the hay,
Because God loved us so.
He worked with His hands as a carpenter,
Yet He spoke in the Holy Temple.
Christ walked around from town to town,
And the message He gave was simple:
“Love My Father with all your heart
And choose to accept me as Savior.
Love your neighbor as yourself,
And stop your sinful behavior.”
“Feed the hungry and give to the poor.
Give away your worldly possessions.
Freely repent of the sins you commit,
And I will hear your confessions.”
“Believe in my teachings and receive
The gifts of the Holy Spirit,
For love and peace is the message I bring,
And I ask that your actions reflect it.”
A baby was born in Bethlehem,
So we could be absolved of sin.
We were given the gift of eternal life
And the hope of heaven within.
At times, like these, when we are going through so many difficult challenges, it can seem like the world is a lonely place when you are isolated from the people and the things that have always been so much of a part of the holidays. Many of us were unable to fly and see important people, those family members and friends who are so dear to our hearts. Some of us, because of health problems, were unable to make it to our places of worship.
Even though modern technology has made it possible to attend church on the internet, or our tv’s, not all of us do so. We each have choices we can make regarding how we get through this Christmas season.
Pinterest on the internet has wonderful pictures of Jesus and His birth. Most of us have holiday DVD’s we can play, Christmas carols we can listen to, Christmas books we can read. But most of us also have a gift we can tap into that can make our lives more enjoyable, and that can leave a warm fire burning in our hearts. We have the gift of being able to remember past Christmases. We have been given the ability to store experiences in our brains. The older you become, the memories become more vivid and real.
I can remember, as if it were yesterday, going to candlelight services on Christmas Eve with my husband and son. We stood in a room full of soft light from the candles, lighting up the faces of people around us, and celebrated the birth of Jesus while singing songs that drew us together as one.
The next day, I heard my young son get up, and I laughed as I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running to the living room. The excitement in his voice was infectious as he called for us to join him. The manger was lit up that he and I had put together. He ran and got a gift and brought it to me to open, and together we placed a new piece of the manger scene where Christ slept. I can still hear his chatter as he opened his gifts in front of the Christmas tree we had all decorated. Later, he stood on a little stool as he helped me make Christmas dinner. That evening, we baked cookies and smacked our lips as we ate them. I remember so many wonderful memories.
Will there be anyone
Who will stand and fight
To save this great Country
And do what is right?
Will there be anybody
To stop all the lies
And keep hatred from growing
In front of our eyes.
Will men who are silent
Step forward and do
The things to unite us
And protect what is true?
It is time to lay down
The rancor and fear,
Stop all of the blaming,
And gather us near.
It is time to accept
What is real and what’s fair
Before we destroy
What we cannot repair.
Never give up on being hopeful,
For the soul needs hope to survive.
It’s what keeps you ever moving
When you are treading to stay alive.
Never give up on loving another,
Even when love is not returned.
Love takes time to enter the heart
Of a life that’s been horribly ruined.
Never give up believing in God,
When He seems so far away.
It’s when you need Him the most,
You must take time to pray.
Never give up on finding peace.
You’ll find it waiting inside.
It comes when you reach acceptance
And let go of your foolish pride.
The things of this world distract us
From reaching our highest goals.
We’ll find in silence and nature
A way to nurture our souls.
When a soul is nurtured and peaceful,
It is filled with an endless love;
And it seeks to connect those in need
With a merciful God above.
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Deep sadness moves inside me
for the world is full of sorrow.
Inside me is uncertainty
about a good tomorrow.
I hear the cries of children
filled with hunger and pain
as they stay in cages
in a world gone insane.
There is so much sickness
and people are dying.
Our leaders shut their eyes
and keep on denying.
The Government engages in
People wanting equal rights
protest and have frustration.
Many have lost their jobs
and need a helping hand.
Don’t shame them as they ask.
Just try and understand.
Rise up men of courage
and work to make this right.
Help those who are hungry.
Remove a burden tonight.
To make a better world,
we must act to make it so.
Do constant acts of kindness
before the cold winds blow.
United we can conquer
the sadness and despair
of a world that is hurting
by showing that we care.
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Do not forget, not yet,
The dead, and the dying,
And the medical heroes who worked
To save those who were trying
To take a deep breath and
Fought hard to still survive
The horrors of the pandemic.
They wanted to stay alive.
They had to deal with the pain
Of isolation and never knowing
If they would see loved ones again
Or watch deep rivers flowing.
Doctors and nurses stood near,
Aware that death hovered over them.
They said prayers for the dying
As tired eyes grew dim.
Many old soldiers left loved ones,
As they crossed oceans to fight
With comrades on distant battlefields.
They, too, saw the dying of the soul’s light.
Wars are fought on many battlefronts.
Heroes rise and often pay a price
So others can survive. Sometimes,
They make the ultimate sacrifice.
” This poem is written in honor of those who have fought in wars overseas, those fighting to save lives in the COVID-19 Pandemic in the year 2020, and those who have died.”
I go to my garden refuge
When I need a healing salve
To cover the wounds inside me
From old losses that I have.
I smell the sweet honeysuckle
That grows on the back yard fence,
And the flowers that bloom in summer
Keep me in a state of suspense.
Many colors of Iris stand tall
In the rays of the morning sun.
The birds wake up to sing a tune
And stop when the day is done.
My soul needs its’ quota of beauty
To thrive in a world of despair.
It brings me close to the Almighty
Whose gifts can be seen everywhere.
God knew I would need reminding
That He is present every day,
So He sent gifts of beauty-
Lovely flowers to grace my way.