Once Upon a Story...

Stork Story

2012-02-10T09:30:00.000-08:00

If you're feeling old have I got a poem for you. I've recently become a great aunt. My brother had the honor of becoming a grandfather. I chose this poem because I enjoy Shel Silverstein. He's too funny. And kids really love his books. I have several. They make me laugh out loud and have an element of whimsy knit through it that borders on brilliance. Though Shel died a few years ago, his words will live on for a long time, I suspect.
I hope you enjoy this poem.

Stork Story

You know the stork brings babies,
But did you also know
He comes and gets the older folks
When it's their time to go?

Zooms right down and scoops them up,
Then flaps back out the door
And flies them to the factory where
They all were made before.

And there their skin is tightened up,
Their muscles all are toned,
Their wrinkles all are ironed out,
They're given brand-new bones.

Ol' bent backs are straghtened up,
New teeth are added too,
Tired hearts are all repaired
And made to work like new.

Their memeories are all removed
And they're shrunk down, and then
The stork flies them back down to earth
As newborn babes again.

Change!

2012-02-01T07:31:00.000-08:00

Life keeps changing and change is part of life. Just look at the seasons that come and go. Lately the weather has been so unpredictable that I never know what I will see out my window in the morning. Snow, rain, fog, or sunshine!

It's interesting when people fight change. Such as small towns that want to continue operating as they have always done and resist change when a taxpayer asks for change. Or, in an old established organization a new leader sees ways to make things more efficient. Often they are met with the established group resisting change. I've seen it at the place I work.

But, whether we like it or not people need change. A healthy marriage needs change if it wants to stay healthy. A good teacher needs to find better ways to teach. Science discoveries are being made every day which can improve the lives of many people. Business won't survive if it doesn't change. And government policies constantly need an overhaul because society is changing.

Off course, change is not always the best. Today, I want to give you two poems that talk about change. Good and bad change. I'll let you decide what is good or bad change.

Written by Carl Sandburg, born in 1878, in Illinois, USA, son of a Swedish blacksmith. Studied journalism in Milwaukee and Chicago. He travelled about the country earning a living by singing and reciting poetry. I wonder how he would have been received if he had lived in today's world.

BUFFALO DUSK

The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their
great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

THE HARBOUR

Passing through huddled and ugly walls
By doorways where women
Looked from their hunger-deep eyes,
Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands,
Out from the huddled and ugly walls,
I came sudden, at the city's edge,
On a blue burst of lake,
Long lake waves breaking under the sun
On a spray-flung curve of shore;
And a fluttering storm of gulls,
Masses of great grey wings
And flying white bellies
Veering and wheeling free in the open.

Lost-Missing a sense of humor

2012-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:00

How are your bones feeling today? Do they need to be tickled?

I once believed that happiness was an elusive emotion that only lucky people, who had never experienced any type of pain, were able to enjoy. Of course, that was when I was young and ignorant of real life. Now that I've had to endure a few maturity molding experiences, I realize that everyone can feel happiness, if they desire.

A sense of humor can help to make a bad situation turn around for good. It's really is all about how we look at things. In Proverbs 17:22, King Solomon states that "A merry heart does good, like medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones."

It's really up to each of us to cultivate joy in our souls, hearts, and minds, and to pass it along to others. Happiness needs to be shared. I don't mean that one should brag of their successes or, to boast of their material possessions but, rather to share the joys of what we have in common. The things that make us smile and laugh.

I want to leave you with a poem that Julie Andrews, (from the Sound of Music) a singer and actress wrote. She wrote a lot of neat poems and I'd like to share this one with you. I hope it makes you smile.

Missing

I've lost my sense of humor,
It fell into a well.
That's full of dark self-pity,
As far as I can tell.

I'm glared at by the children.
I'm yelled at by the boss
And every little word I say
Makes everybody cross.

I'd run away and not come back
It it would do some good.
But nobody would notice
So I don't think I should.

I miss my sense of humor
And if, by chance, you see
It peeking round a corner
Please send it back to me.

A sleepless night

2012-01-16T08:50:00.000-08:00

This poem comes from a book entitled Julie Andrew's collection of Poems, Songs, and Lullabies.

Little did I know that I would use the advice in this poem when my son came to me in the middle of the night telling me he couldn't sleep. He was worrying about our truck breaking down this weekend and thought he was responsible. I knew he wasn't. I suggested he think of an episode we had recently watched together called Man in a hurry from an Andy Griffith's DVD collection. (I love the old sitcoms.) He said okay and went to back to bed.

In Man in a hurry a stranger drives by the town of Mayberry on a Sunday when his car suddenly breaks down. He desperately tries to get his car fixed but everybody he meets in Mayberry is enjoying the day. No one understands this city man's hurry. You could feel the stranger's tension by his movements and the words he says when he becomes frustrated with the sheriff Andy Taylor, Aunt Bea and Barney while they peel apples, eat ice cream and sing on the porch. The man in a hurry angrily tells them that their town is behind the times.

When his car is finally fixed, to his amazement there is no charge for the car repairs. It was a pleasure for Gomer and Goober to fix it and they even took liberty to take a picture of themselves standing next to it. Andy tells the man he can stay the night if he likes and leave in the morning.

The man declines and eagerly starts his car. Aunt Bea rushes inside and comes out again with a lunch bag of chicken for him to eat on the way. Opie gives him his special penny for good luck. Andy then tells him to drop by anytime when he comes through again. As the man looks at everyone waving and smiling at him he suddenly realizes what a lovely place Mayberry is and he wants to stay for the night. He makes up an excuse why he can't leave. Andy catches on to man's excuss. Soon after they resume listening to Andy play the guitar and the man falls asleep on the porch with a peeled apple in his hand.

Now wouldn't that put you to sleep.

The Trick

One night, when I couldn't sleep,
My dad said
Think of the tomatoes in the greenhouse

and I did.
It wasn't the same as counting sheep
Or anything like that.

It was just not being in my room forever
On a hot bed
Restless, turning and turning,

But out there, with the patient gaze of moonlight
Blessing each ripe skin
and our old zinc watering-can with its sprinkler,

Shining through a clear glass pane
Which slowly clouded over into
Drowsy, comfortable darkness

Till I woke and came downstairs to breakfast
Saying Thank you, Dad,
I thought of them. It did the trick.

by John Mole

Any Little Old Song

2012-01-12T08:46:00.000-08:00

After experiencing feelings of waning interest, I've decided I would keep working on this blog. But to make it interesting and easier for me, I'm going to do it differently. Instead of interjecting my own ramblings about life, I'm going to post a poem someone else wrote. I hope it will lift people's hearts and provide intellectual stimulation. If I have information about the author I will add that. So here is the first poem to start things off.

Written by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) born in Dorset, England. He wrote about 1,000 poems and earned several honorary degrees. Hardy never received the recognition due him for his poetic form and is considered one of the great influences on modern English poetry.

Any Little Old Song

Any little old song
will do for me,
Tell it of joys gone long,
or joys to be,
or friendly faces best
loved to see.

Newest themes I want not
On subtle strings,
and for thrillings pant not
that new song brings:
I only need the homeliest
of heart-stirrings.

Thomas Hardy

Amazing story-A Stolen Life

2011-08-11T07:16:00.000-07:00

I have just finished reading Jacee Dugard's book entitled 'A Stolen Life'. What an amazing woman. I am in awe of her. If you don't know the story and are interested in true personal stories of rising over adversity in one's life then I highly recommend this book. You might have seen her on a television documentary with Diane Sawyer a few weeks back in July 2011. I missed seeing that program but saw parts of it recently on YouTube after reading 'A Stolen Life'. I won't go into details of this story but will say that I shed many tears while reading Jacee's book. Mostly tears of joy for her and the freedom that she has reclaimed.
Since reading this book, I don't dare to complain about anything and I don't dare take the freedom that I have for granted. I really want to appreciate each day as a gift. And I also want to remember that everything good comes from God.
Jacee writes mostly in first person which helps you get a feel of what she went through. I have to say I was a little frightened of what I might read (don't like horrific graphic writing) and although she writes candidly of what she experienced I wasn't left feeling depressed. Jacee shows how keeping hope alive helped her survive.
Amazing story!

Back on track

2011-07-03T15:47:00.000-07:00

Here it is the third of July 2011, and I am back. The reason for my absence was simply forgetting my password. Every once in a while I would try to enter my site; to no avail. Today, I succeeded. And I wasn't even trying. I'm so amazed!
But why did it take me so long? I am prepared to think that perhaps God had other plans for me this past year. Maybe I needed time to think, to organize, to do other things. And boy did I have a busy year. Family kept me so busy I gave up writing-only to take up sewing as a way to cope with life's pressures.
So now I want to leave you with a thought. It's fitting for this moment. It was written by Emily Dickinson who was an obsessively private writer from the mid 1800's-and only 10 of her 1700 poems were ever published during her lifetime.

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."

and.....

A Word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins to live
That day.

Faith is a Candle

2010-09-17T08:56:00.000-07:00

A family friend gave us a movie to watch on the weekend. Entitled 'The Third Jihad', I found it quite disturbing. It didn't have a religious agenda from any group against another group. Rather, it was a documentary type of movie, narrated by a Muslim physician living and working in the USA warning viewers of dangers to come in the future for all democratic countries. He cares about his fellow Muslim believers and is distressed by the brainwashing that is happening to many of them by their fanatical leaders.
I'm posting a poem written by Helen Steiner Rice many years ago that is still relevant today. Hope it helps in wondering what to do about this frightful situation of hatred.

In this sick world of hatred
And violence and sin,
Where men renounce morals
And reject discipline,
We stumble in darkness
Groping vainly for light
To distinguish the difference
Between wrong and right,
But dawn cannot follow
This night of despair
Unless faith lights a candle
In all hearts everywhere
And warmed by the glow
Our hate melts away
And love lights the path
To a peaceful, new day.

A Singing Bird

2010-07-27T08:41:00.001-07:00

I read a Chinese proverb on a calendar recently that appealed to me. "Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come."

I liked the 'perhaps' part. Why? Because a proverb is a probability, not a certainty. Today, people want a sure thing, not maybe, but, I was reminded this week, through countless things going wrong, that nothing is certain except problems. Things and people fall apart; relationships may suffer and need to be repaired. This proverb could be the secret to a happy life. Cultivating a positive vibrant attitude will attract positive vibrant people. I got to thinking. How does one grow a green tree inside our heart.

By living in thankfulness. In Thessalonians 5: 18 says, "In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."

The writer of this verse (the apostle Paul) said to give thinks in everything. No matter what happens. Why? Because this is God's will for us. But how can we do that when bad things come our way. It's not easy, but Jesus Christ, God's Son, gave the gift of salvation to every single person on this earth so that everyone can find God. Jesus' death and suffering on the cross for our sins, is the reason we have hope and life. And this is certain, not a probability.

So remember, keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.

The sun yawns each morning

and rubs its sleepy eyes.

Then, slowly misty ghosts

whisper, good bye and rise.

But, birds greet the morning

like a lost and cherished friend.

And earth feels right again

from beginning to end.

Today

2010-07-12T07:41:00.000-07:00

Have you ever started the day wishing you could stay in bed and not bother with anyone? Sometimes I feel like that. Usually the best remedy for fixing that problem for me is to ignore that feeling, get out of bed and keep moving. Soon, bad feelings disappear and you feel great again. Move your body, move your brain, speak positive words and soon negative feelings are drowned out. It's really up to us.

Today I will laugh more
Not take life so seriously.
I'll throw out garments of fear
I’ll wear clothes of simplicity.
Today I’ll run through the rain
Feel raindrops on my face.
And later I’ll count the stars
From inside my hiding place
Today I’ll stop and listen
Consider the words of a friend
And if we have a conflict of view
I know our joy won’t end.
For friendships will grow sweeter
When kindness is given a chance
And watered with the passage of time
That starts and ends with a dance.

Light A Candle

2010-07-09T04:49:00.000-07:00

There's a proverb that says--You may light another's candle at your own without loss. How true. When we share joy and happiness with others we don't loose anything. In fact, we gain much more in return.

If you light someones candle
Your flame can't grow dimmer.
Your candle will keep glowing
And retain its light and shimmer.
It's the same with happiness.
And if you smile to those around
Your happiness keeps growing
And new friends will be found.

Just do it

2010-06-26T06:49:00.000-07:00

I saw him standing in the rain.
His eyes were filled with fright.
He looked so cold and lonely
In the blackness of the night.

I tried to think of pleasant things
As I hurried down the lane.
I paused to listen to my feet
Dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

His ragged arms so shamelessly
Held a dish, chipped and frayed
I glanced and saw his broken eyes
I paused, then rushed on by, afraid.

Oh why had he been standing there
It made me feel so sad.
Still, the party at my sisters
Would make me feel so glad.

This weekend the world summit is being held right here in Canada. I watched the news and heard about all the protests going on in Toronto. That got me to thinking. We need to notice people that others overlook. It's so easy to do that because most people tend to gravitate towards people who can offer them something in return or make them feel good so they can move ahead. We all want to be connected to the stars of life. But really, didn't God create all people with the same need to be loved and appreciated. It's universal. That includes women in poor countries that don't have adequate health care when they give birth. Or, children that go hungry either because there is no food or they don't have proper parenting. There are so many people that suffer in this world because no one cares about them. But if we want to make a difference in how people are treated we need to start in their own backyard. Take a look around you. There might be someone that needs a helping hand or a word of encouragement. Don't think too long about it though. Just do it.

Leave Your Cares

2010-05-19T11:01:00.000-07:00

In case you've been wondering why I haven't posted anything in the last 8 weeks it's because I'm preoccupied with a new hobby called sewing. I have found that I really enjoy creating something from scraps of material. I'm even taking a sewing course. Writing has taken a back seat unfortunately, but, maybe I needed a vacation from it. Hopefully writing this short poem will encourage me to give it another go.

Don't forget me when I'm gone
I'll not be far away.
I've simply found another song
To occupy my day.

For as shadows rise and fall
My heart will never wane.
And someday I'll return
To write a poem again.

For now the scent of cloth,
Of aprons, purses, bears,
Takes me to another place,
Where I can leave my cares.

The Search for God

2010-04-05T05:34:00.000-07:00

A game my kids loved to play when they were young was 'hide and seek'. It gave them hours of fun. It was a good game for developing patience and searching skills. This weekend I read an article in our paper entitled "The Search for God" that tried to explain why some people put faith into a god that no one can see. It stated some schools of thought believe some people may be hardwired to believe in God. They might have what is called a God spot on the brain. It also mentioned Dr. Richard Dawkins, an atheist and author of 'The God Delusion' who had spoken at Oxford University on why there is no God. At the end of his talk he was asked "What if you're wrong?" by a young student. Instead of giving an answer he gave the same question in reply. Not the most brilliant answer from a brilliant man.
One thing I know is that life hold many mysteries we can't fully understand. It also appears that the higher a person climbs the academic ladder of success the more prideful they become in themselves. But if God is who He said He is then their achievements are small potatoes in comparison. It must be frustrating for those exceptionally bright people to compete with God. It's interesting that humbleness has been the formula God uses in revealing Himself to us. He first appeared as a babe in a cow's feeding troth. Then he grew up as a carpenter's son making wooden tables and chairs. After wandering around the country side with a motley crew of simple and rough men as followers, he died a criminals death in front of his enemies while they mocked Him.
I got to thinking. I have a God spot on my brain. It was built in when God designed me. God wanted me to search for and to find Him. And He gave a lot of clues to help in the search. But the amazing thing is He did the same for Richard Dawkins. For all of us really. It's just too bad Richard Dawkin's Pride spot grew larger than his God spot.

Jesus claimed to the Son of God
Yet, they nailed Him to a tree.
Then flower blossoms of love and hope
Grew from the blood He shed for me.

Make Butter

2010-03-26T07:48:00.000-07:00

I came across a story or a fable about two frogs that had fallen into a barrel of cream. They both struggled awhile trying to get out, but the cream was thick and soon one frog gave up. "Good bye cruel world," he said as he sank into the creamy ocean. The other frog kept on swimming. "Maybe a miracle will happen and I'll find a way out," he said to himself. Can you guess what happened? As the frog churned his arms and legs the cream became thicker and thicker until butter was formed. The frog climbed onto a lump of butter and jumped out of the barrel. He was free at last.
I thought of how our lives are a lot like these frogs. Sometimes it's easier to give up as the first frog had done when we are confronted with a problem. From the frogs point of view it sure looked like his situation was hopeless. The second frog looked at things differently though, and he never gave up trying to get out. He didn't even know if he'd receive a miracle, but thankfully his efforts were rewarded. He kept on trying until his circumstances changed. I liked this story and I hope you do too.

Two little frogs in a barrel of cream
Swimming with all their might.
One stopped swimming and so he sank
Into the cream, out of sight.

The other little frog said to himself,
"A miracle might pass my way."
He churned his legs til' butter was formed
And he jumped out to freedom that day.

The Wind

2010-03-13T08:55:00.000-08:00

In the town I live there's an atheist trying to end the public school's policy of allowing the distribution of Bibles to children in grade 5. The children only receive the Bible if their parents sign a permission paper. This has been a policy for over 50 years. The atheist doesn't like this and feels it should be stopped. He has even issued a human rights complaint. He also wishes to distribute a book called "Just Pretend" to the children in retaliation. I haven't read the book, but the school board is considering it.
My thoughts on this are that the Bible is not only a historical book, but offers great literary writing and therefore has great educational value. The parables Jesus told are powerful and often repeated in films we watch or even Shakespeare. Although the Bible is regarded by many as a theology book it also offers practical advice on how to live a wise life. Many of our laws in our country are based on Judeo-Christian principles which comes from the Bible. If we didn't have the Bible who would have come up with the these wise principles that King Solomon wrote:
A stone is heavy and sand is weighty, but the resentment caused by a fool is heavier than both. Prov. 27: 3
A wicked ruler is as dangerous to the poor as a lion or bear attacking them. Prov. 28: 15
If you assist a thief, you are only hurting yourself. Prov. 29: 24
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person's strength. Prov. 17: 22
Where does an atheist get their wisdom from. If it's history then they need to remember that religion has always been part of the human experience. When God gave Moses the Ten Commandments there was a lot of selfish activity going on. No one thought to say "Hey let's not kill anyone. Let's not steal or lie. Someone had to state the right way to live first, and I believe it was our Creator. Today, instead of posting a poem that I wrote, I would like to give you a poem written by Christina Rossetti called 'The Wind".

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Taking Turns

2010-03-06T06:36:00.000-08:00

This year I have a lot of kindergarten kids on my bus and half of them want to be first in line. This made me think about leadership. Not everyone can be first or be blessed with the gift of leadership, but there is a way one can lead and that is by example. When we dare to do things differently than others around us people will notice. And that is a good thing. Not everyone will want to follow, but some might. Of course, if we do something that's anti-social, meaning it's destructive or not for anyone's benefit but ourselves we might not get a lot of followers.
In I Corinthians: 1 it reads, "If I could speak in any language in heaven or on earth but didn't love others, I would only be making meaningless noise like a loud gong or a clanging cymbal." NLT.
This week I am going to challenge myself to seriously think about the language I'm using with my friends and family. Then I'm going to change what needs to be changed. How about you?

The school bus comes to a stop.
Cole hurries to the front.
Being first is what Cole likes best.
He’s a charging elephant.

Nick's standing out in front
He jumps into Coles way.
And he hollers to the driver,
“Hey, he’s first everyday.”

The driver gives a speech.
“You need to take your turn.
“When you grow up you can’t be first
Of this you all must learn.”

Cole shoves Nick to the back.
He tries to look real tough.
“Taking turns isn’t fun for me
I think I’ve had enough.”

The bus driver looks sad.
Her face is turning blue.
“Everyone must take a turn
And that includes you.”

Then Peyton gives a smile.
“Being last is so much better.”
He’s a mighty roaring lion,
A brave trend setter.

The kids walk out the bus.
And Peyton’s last in line.
But now the kids want to be last.
Being last is rather fine.

Maintenance Love

2010-02-27T09:43:00.000-08:00

In the hum of everyday life there's a chance something might go wrong in our day. But isn't it nice when someone loves you enough to increase the chances you'll have a wonderful day. Think about love and what it means for a moment. Sure there's the tender side when we snuggle with and read to our kids and the romantic side we share with our special someone. And of course there's friendship love, but maintenance love is like oil in the hinges and keeps everything running smooth. I sure like maintenance love. It's sensible.

There's a kind of love called maintenance,
Which makes sure there's gas in the car-
Which shovels the walk before any one's up
And saves parking money in a jar.

Maintenance prepares for emergencies,
By checking the atlas to find the right way,
And tells funny jokes so all feel at ease
When traffic is packed the third time that day.

For maintenance is the sensible side of love
And checks important dates so not to forget
To pay the insurance before it expires
And researches flyers so none will fret.

Maintenance checks for the need to grout
Before waters drips through the floor at night.
For love can be found in mortar and brick
And safeguards it with all its might.

Dreaming

2010-02-20T06:06:00.000-08:00

I haven't been writing as much as I'd like lately. Too busy dreaming, designing, and making sewing projects. I'm also trying to guide (not tell) my daughter into a vocation that suits her. Now I think dreaming is a good thing. We need to imagine and recreate ideas inside our head. But then we also have to take the brave step and act upon it. What are your dreams? And what have you done to fulfill them. If nothing, ask God for guidance. You might get the answer you've been looking for. And the best part is, your dreams just might come true.

I like it in the morning
when the sun is waking up.
It a perfect time to think
and pour tea inside my cup.

I like it in the evening
when the world heads off to bed.
It's a perfect time to make believe
and write of things inside my head.

The wind and the lion

2010-01-28T07:22:00.000-08:00

It's very cold once again in Ontario. We've experienced a few spring like days but winter is back. I felt the winds blow through the cracks of our house and feel thankful for shelter. There are open fields behind our house and as I watched the white snow blow about like steam coming off the ocean I put together this poem. If you're looking forward to spring as I am, remember that God has given us the earth and the sky, the sun and the wind, the snow and the rain. Let's enjoy all he has given us in the moment.

I look out onto the fields and see a lion.
He's roaring with a mighty blast.
I watch him lean back and crouch
And jump through the air smooth and fast.

Suddenly, the lion slaps the air and laughs.
He sees me hiding inside.
I shiver and feel exhilarated with his speed
And the strength and width of his stride.

As his snowy mane whips about his face
His giant paws, makes not a sound.
Swiftly, he tramples the grass so it lays flat
All the while whistling a tune deep and profound.

Then just as icicles form on the branches
Of trees that bow as he passes by,
The silvery sky opens and the sun begins to shine
Causing the lion to run away with a sigh.

Just Smile

2010-01-18T07:14:00.000-08:00

My good friend from high school visited me on the weekend and we had a lot of fun laughing and smiling about silly things. My kids see a different side of me when we get together. What I like about my friend is that she smiles a lot even though she has had a difficult time in the last few years. Her son and my son enjoyed hanging out together, too. I saw a lot of ourselves in them. It made me think of how dull life would be if we couldn't smile. Isn't it wonderful God gave us the ability to smile and laugh.

Like bread without jam
or fried eggs without ham.
Like a house without doors
or a grandpa that snores.
Like a ship without sails
or a beach without pails
and no sand found for miles
is a face without smiles.

Like a school without blocks
or doors without locks.
Like a nest without eggs
under tall ostrich legs.
Like a clock with no chime
that can't tell the time,
is a face that won't smile
even once in a while.

Like spahgetti without sauce
or a small dog that's cross.
Like a bird without song
or nights that lasts long
is how people would feel
If none gave a smile that's real
For the smile on each face
is what brighten's the place.

What is Yellow

2010-01-09T08:44:00.000-08:00

When I talk with young kids the question often asked is, what is your favorite color. Although I like all color I always say yellow. Yellow goes with everything. Getting along with people is important, too. Instead of trying to get your way by losing your temper or getting depressed use a quieter approach. There is a story of three big men, who tried to push a donkey through a gateway, but the stubborn donkey wouldn't budge. A little girl held out a carrot and the donkey followed her. The moral here is a little patience and encouragement does wonders.

Yellow is buttercups
Dancing in the breeze.
Yellow is friendship
And autumn leaves.

Yellow is a party
And chocolate sauce.
Yellow is banana
And candy floss.

Yellow is a crayon
We can’t do without.
Yellow gives courage
To sing and shout.

Yellow is peaches
And cream on top.
Yellow is pie
At the coffee-shop.

Yellow is glad.
Yellow is strong.
Yellow is sunshine
All day long.

Yellow is the fur
Of a brand new chick.
Yellow is the light
On a candle wick.

Yellow is a tiger's eye
In the twilight hour.
Yellow is shocking
With its power.

Yellow is clean
And lemon soap.
Yellow is springtime’s
Dash of hope.

A Smile

2010-01-04T06:24:00.000-08:00

It's a new year and a perfect time to wish everyone a great year. But if things don't go as planned remember there is One who is with us in everything we do, to help us, to comfort and to guide us each and every day.

My wish for you is health and strength
All through the year two thousand and ten.
I hope you'll be happy in all that you do
And you'll want for nothing again.
But if some things turn sour for you,
What good will moaning and groaning do?
Life will be kinder if you give a smile
Just smile till things turn better for you.

The Christmas Tree

2009-12-22T13:24:00.000-08:00

As you prepare for Christmas with shopping and baking and cleaning I'd like to remind you of Romans 13: 8. I like this verse. It says a lot in few words. "Owe no one anything except to love one another, for he who loves another has fulfilled the law."

Keep that in mind as Christmas is near. So what if Aunt Jo or Uncle Bob says a comment that doesn't agree with you. Will it really matter if Grandma Jones gives a nice gift to another family member and not to you. Smile if cousin Jim brags about how many presents he gave or received. Remember, you are a child of a Heavenly King if you celebrate His birth. And Jesus didn't have a great start or an easy time here on earth either. He understands like no one else can.

In a corner of the room

a lowly pine tree stands.

Like a tiny piece of forest

with uplifting hands.

As children gather round

they place on branches green

ornaments and sparkling lights.

The best you've ever seen.

Once squirrels and busy chipmunks

and birds with folded wing

had graced your fragrant branches

and listened to you sing.

Once snow and rain and dust

had glistened on each limb.

Now you stand beside a window

dressed as for a king.

Oh little tree don't be sad

and take no time to sigh.

You're chosen to remind each one

of a king that came from high.

Oh little tree let's celebrate

the birthday of a king.

Hold your branches high; be proud

while children dance and sing.

What is Christmas

2009-12-16T18:55:00.000-08:00

Recently, my husband and I spent a week's vacation in Cuba celebrating our 25th anniversary. I found Cubans friendly and eager to please. They lead simple lives and are paid by the government for their work. If they want to make extra money there are rules they need to follow. Still, visitors can easily be taken advantage of. While going through customs the ticket agent offered us roomier seats on the plane for 30 peco's (almost 34.00). He must have seen from my passport that I didn't travel much. What he didn't know was that God had already planned where I was going to be seated. We refused his offer and he lost some easy money. (I'm sure we would have gotten the same seats if we accepted his offer). I on the other hand met and talked with people that God wanted me to meet. It was wonderful. A word of encouragement, don't let your fears ruin God's plan for you.

Christmas is music
And carol singing,
And chimes of the bells
ringing, ringing.

Christmas is bright lights
On evergreen trees,
And candles in windows
That say, “Come in please”.

Christmas is welcome
A wreath on the door.
And hearts over flowing
With love for the poor.

Christmas is laughter
That starts in your toes.
And bubbles till it reaches
The tip of your nose.

Christmas is fragrance
The spruce and the pine
And fruitcake and puddings
That, taste so divine.

Christmas is giving
Gifts made by hand
And all given with love
Whether small or grand.

Sleep

2009-12-12T18:21:00.000-08:00

Today was a great day. I read my new book "The Angel's Message" to a group of children at the local library.What an honor that was. It was a great experience and the staff was wonderful, too. I feel very blessed. After supper I wrote this little poem. If you wonder why I chose to write about sleep I'll have to be honest and say I'm not sure why. It could be because I didn't sleep well night last night. Too excited about today. Anyways, here's a parting thought to think about. Proverbs 19:23 Fear of the Lord gives life, security, and protection from harm.

When I can’t sleep and it’s time for bed
I wait for stories to enter my head.
Stories that take me far and away,
To unusual lands to play all day.
And there I will dream with the wind in my hair.
And I’ll float on clouds without worry or care.
And if monsters try to steal a glad song,
I'll tell them a secret and they’ll soon run along.
And if a storm cloud enters my dream,
I’ll smile and offer a dish of ice cream.
And if I’m challenged to climb a high wall,
I’ll find a ladder that’s ten feet tall.
Then I'll open my eyes and give thanks for the day
And wish all a good blessing in the merriest way.

If we never had a Christmas

2009-11-22T19:16:00.000-08:00

It's beginning to feel like Christmas and I'm beginning to feel excited. I've heard some Christians say that we don't need to celebrate Christ's birth because Jesus never told his followers to remember his birth, only his death. Well, I disagree. Christmas reminds us of the simplicity of God. He wanted Jesus to have a beginning on earth. Just like us. We all have to start life as a baby, defenseless and dependant on our parents. It's heartwarming to know that God came down from heaven's glory to share with us in the human experience. He wanted to feel what we feel, to feel hungry, sad, tired, and even lonely sometimes. Why? Because He loves us. What an amazing God.

If we never celebrated Christmas
What would earth be like today?
And if God’s Son had not been born,
Wouldn't heaven seem far away.
And what would people celebrate
If there was no Christmas story.
How could our hearts rejoice and sing
About the wonder of God’s glory.
Though some will try to banish Christ
From Christmas celebrations
The Holy Child’s simple birth
Defies all explanations.
Who can understand this mystery
And God's Christmas gift of love
It’s the answer to a better world
And unites us with the Lord above.

Let Us Pray

2009-11-11T14:54:00.000-08:00

It's Remembrance Day. A day to remember the men and women that serve our country and risk their lives by going to war. I wonder what it's like to be faced with that kind of situation. Scary, I imagine. There is much I don't understand about life and war is one of them. What starts war, anyways. Hatred, pride, desire for control and greed. In 1 Peter 3, Peter wrote, "Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble. Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing."
Do you want God's Blessings? I sure do. Have a blessed day. Lest we Forget!

Let us pray for our country each night and day
That no other wars will pass our way.
Let us pray for a world that longs for peace
And the cry for war will finally cease.
Let us pray that the pain that war bestows
And the grief that a mother’s heart well knows
Will finally come to fitting end
And nations will call each other friend.
Let us pray that our children will never dream of guns
But of home and friendships; not of battles won.
Let us pray and join forces with loved ones who care,
Of the ones who have died for the freedom we share.
Let us pray for hatred to vanish and be replaced with love
And for God's good blessings as he looks from above.

Heaven

2009-10-11T07:01:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I like to imagine what heaven might look like. Ever since I can remember I was taught and still believe that heaven is a real place. Of course I want to go there someday. Although I don't know what it will look like, there's no harm in imagining what it might look like. One thing I do know (because the Bible tells us) is that God promises there will be no crying, sickness, unfairness, sadness or bad feelings in heaven. Just perfect joy and peace.

Someday I'll live in a palace
in heaven painted gold.
And I will play with lions
that never will grow old.

In heaven I'll build a barn
to keep animals of course.
Perhaps a friendly kangaroo
and a gentle riding horse.

In heaven I'll grow a garden
where bees can work and hum
and in the fall at harvest time
rejoice in God's kingdom.

In heaven I'll talk to Jesus

and He will be my friend.

And I will feel great happiness

that will never, ever end.

God Cares for the Birds

2009-09-16T11:30:00.000-07:00

I've always loved birds. We can learn so much from their careful, yet carefree ways. Here's a poem I have written and rewritten many times. I think it's finally ready to be revealed. If you are a worrier, take note.

I’ve never noticed sparrows
Building barns for food to store.
They never fret or worry much
About the day before.

I’ve never noticed robins
Basking idle in the sun.
They do their work happily
Until the day is done.

I’ve never heard the cardinals
Gripe about their food.
They’re always singing merrily
And never something rude.

I’ve never noticed calling doves
Fuss if they should fall.
Each day they gather with their friends
And cheer each one and all.

My Daughter

2009-09-12T06:47:00.000-07:00

The eleventh of September may be a sad day to remember for the world, but it's a happy one for me because that's the day my daughter was born. She's now 18 and I would like to share the poem I wrote for her.

Daughter, there’s something about you
That means so very much.
Could it be your laughter and quiet voice?
Or, the magic in your touch.

How we love our brown-eyed beauty.
You’re an angel in disguise.
You know just how to make us laugh,
With that twinkle in your eyes.

Though you try hard not to be noticed
You rise above the rest.
How we love the freckles on your cheeks.
We think you are the best.

With your knack of creating unique things
We love your sense of style.
And though you’re not the neatest child
Your creations make us smile.

And now we wish for you this day
A happy day to, remember.
A day of peace and happiness
On the eleventh of September.

Beginnings

2009-09-08T16:45:00.000-07:00

School started and we are back in routine. Sigh! I can't say I was desperately waiting for this day, but now that's it's here, I'm thankful for it. My youngest started highschool and was a little anxious about his first day. One of his teachers gave her students a welcome treat. She put cookies in a plastic bag with a verse attached to it. "Remember what I commanded you to be strong and brave. Don't be afraid, because the Lord your God will be with you everywhere you go." Joshua 1:9.

How comforting to know he'll have a teacher that trusts in God. To start this new season, I've put together a prayer poem.

Dear God, I need you more every day,

More than words can really say.

I need your strength for I am weak.

Your strength is what I should seek.

I need your hope when things go wrong.

To fill my soul with a happy song.

I need your love so I can live,

And faith that only you can give.

Happy Birthday Kayla!

2009-08-25T05:20:00.000-07:00

What nicer way to make a child smile than to write her a poem. For my neice's 6th birthday I mailed her a home made card. Inside was a poem that I had written. And to make it extra special I added pictures that I had drawn of Kayla to colour. I'm told Kayla laughed about the poem and she coloured the pictures right away. As the giver, I think I got more out of this than anyone.

When Kayla turned one
She sang in the sun.
When Kayla turned two
She played the kazoo.
When Kayla turned three
She swam in the sea.
When Kayla turned four
She danced on the floor.
When Kayla turned five
She learned how to dive.
But now that Kayla’s six
She eats banana splits.

Bread Baking

2009-08-17T11:32:00.000-07:00

It's very hot today. Summer has finally arrived. The heat reminded me of stories my grandmother told me when I was a child. I loved hearing how different her life was to mine. Her home had no electricity, so bedtime was when the sun went down. In winter that meant long sleeps. I wonder if people had sleeping problems then like they do today. With the work harder, I imagine that their sleep was sweeter.

Grandmother likes to tell me about a time
She helped her mother bake bread.
Outside in ovens made of brick and stone
Its aroma filled the air, she said.

Grandmother smiles remembering the bread,
Brown bread she helped bake.
Pounding balls of dough on large stone slabs
Until her arms began to ache.

I like to think how she must have looked
Collecting wood to build the fire.
Until it reached the right color and temperature,
Her face red with perspire.

Grandmother couldn't wait for the bread to cool.
And tells me how good it tasted.
And though it lasted for just a few days
Not a piece of it was wasted.

I asked Grandmother, “Do you miss that bread?
And how it tasted so fresh and good.”
She nods and says she misses the taste of the bread,
But not cutting all that fire wood.

Apple Picking

2009-08-05T13:27:00.000-07:00

I took a lovely walk this morning. The orchards and vineyards were pretty as a postcard. While I walked I mulled over an embarrassing incident that happened on the weekend, and felt so fortunate. (Would you believe I called the police to report my son missing when I didn't find him in bed and there was no car in the driveway. He went out for breakfast for 6 hours with work friends. Next time he does that he better call.) Why did I feel fortunate? Because, I knew that God wants what's best for me. Here's one of my favorite verses in the whole Bible.

"This is what God requires: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8

I wandered through the orchard way
In the morning part of day.
And there beside the deep ravine
Apples grew on branches green.

I pondered of what there was to come
In autumn, with apples high as a drum.
And thought who'd miss one apple sweet.
So on went marching my two feet.

To pluck one fruit would be a crime.
No matter if the fruit looked fine.
Still, the fruit so green and small
Seemed to beckon to me and call.

I soon gave in and reached up high,
And plucked an apple from the sky.
And as the sap dripped down my chin
My face did slowly lose its grin.

Here's the tale my face expressed,
It was a taste I've come to detest.
Sour and tart, I remember it still.
To steal fruit again, I never will.

STAR GAZING

2009-07-31T06:11:00.000-07:00

One thing I try to keep in mind when a storm comes along and my ship rocks too much for my comfort is that the storm will pass and the sun will shine again. It was lovely to spend time with our eldest daughter home for a visit. She played the piano and sang songs for us. The piano was glad too, I suspect. What more could I ask for.

The night is fine and dry.
The stars blink greetings bright.
And the universe spreads
A sweetness through the night.
Those ancient stars that shine
The beast and riding horse
Cannot be erased by human hand
And continue on their course.
Through every age and creed
The lights of charcoal sky
Give hope to human hearts
Offering answers to our why.

The Lion Cub

2009-07-24T03:34:00.000-07:00

I got a haircut yesterday. It's funny, but I often go to a different hairdresser and never stick with anyone in particular. I know that's risky. I never tell them I was a hairdresser 15 years ago, because I don't want them to feel nervous. I just like to sit, relax and remember what it was like. Here's a poem I wrote with lots of action.

He stalks, then pounces
On a beetle small.
He waits, then prances
Like a bouncing ball.
He tucks, then lunges
If brother moves away.
He swats and wrestles
In grassy plains all day.
He sleeps, then wakens
When mother brings a treat.
He waits, then watches
While father eats the meat.

God’s Promises Are True

2009-07-18T17:44:00.000-07:00

Have you ever promised to do something and then forgot all about it? Don't be too hard on yourself. We all forget to keep our promises sometimes. If you have forgotten to carry through on a special promise you can always apologize. Humble people are very appealing. After all, none of us are perfect. Except God of course.

Whenever a friend is feeling sad, I say
That I will pray for them that day.
Though I meant it for sure when it was said
Sometimes I forget to pray, instead.

Whenever my Grandma is feeling frail
I promise my mom I'd send her mail.
I meant to send her a card as I should
But found that my book was much too good.

Whenever God makes a promise, it’s true.
Whatever he says in his Word, he’ll do.
He'll never say, “Oops, I must have forgot!”
Or he changed his mind and would rather not.

Early Morning Drive

2009-07-10T05:44:00.000-07:00

I drove my son to his work this morning. His calf muscles were still sore from the muscle spasm he received upon waking. Here are some of my thoughts on the drive home.

Early this morning as I drove along
The sun began to rise.
I watched it pass through a misty veil
A most delightful surprise.

Suddenly, a deer ran swiftly across.
It bounded in front of me.
As I continued along the country lane
I thought of this mystery.

How the earth somehow belongs to them
We are but passing through.
The creatures of forest are free to play
While we have jobs to do.

How the things of earth are so beautiful,
And change not, no matter the age.
The sun still rises to mark each day
Without empathy or rage.

Though the ways of life are a mystery
Earth’s gifts are freely given.
They cannot be taken or hidden away.
These gifts are sent from heaven.

The fragrant air and the evergreen pines
Is home to many a creature.
Rabbits and pheasants, frogs and snails
Remains its favorite feature.

And at each turning of the road
What joy it was to find,
Another delight awaiting my eyes.
All gifts I had to leave behind.

Friends are like Flowers

2009-07-06T09:46:00.000-07:00

Friends make the world a nicer place. We can all agree with that. Like most people we tend to make friends with people that have similar views on life and that understand our strengths and weaknesses. I certainly need to have friends to accept me as I am. My plan for today is to remember the good friendships from the past and to reconnect. Who knows, I might be in for a lovely surprise.

Like flowers in the garden
Next to the grassy lawn,
Good friends are not forgotten.
Their memory lingers on.

And though they fade for just a time
Should autumn bring the frost,
Flowers tended with loving care
Can never be truly lost.

Time can't change or alter its glow.
Flowers brighten the path we take.
Just knowing a friend walks by your side
Heals many a grief and ache.

Though flowers fade and come to an end,
Are different in size and hue,
How lonely the path of life would be
If no flowers grew for you.

To a Special Mom

2009-06-30T13:32:00.000-07:00

My mother recently celebrated her 71st birthday. Like many women back in 1958 she married young and began a family immediately. I'm her first born and I remember life being simple and not filled with many luxuries. I feel very lucky. Thanks Mom for not filling my life with things, but with love and good morals.

Your love is like an island,
Surrounded by the sea.
It’s a place of rest and shelter.
A pleasant place to be.

Your love is like a beacon light,
A house of shining prayer.
And when my ship comes sailing through,
It finds a haven there.

Your love is like a cup of hope.
A quiet, friendly cheer.
With open arms to give a hug,
A love that is so dear.

A Bugs point of view

2009-06-22T04:20:00.000-07:00

Looking at life through other peoples eyes can often help us understand them better. If you happen to be born into royalty you would look at life differently than someone born into poverty. Every once in a while it's good to imagine what life is like for someone else. You might be surprised at what you discover. It will help you write a better story, too.

Let’s imagine for a moment
from a bugs point of view,
you were changed into a beetle
instead of being you.

Let's imagine if you could
how strange it might feel
if you lived inside the body
of a small tank of steel.

Let's imagine what you’d eat
in this new circumstance,
how’d you munch on tiny aphids
that ruined garden plants.

Let’s imagine for a moment
that a giant looked at you.
Does it change your perspective,
of a beetles point of view.

Even if...

2009-06-14T04:30:00.000-07:00

Have you ever had a perfect day? Often something will happen that makes it less than perfect. But how you react is very important. I've heard it said that life is 90 percent what happens to you and 10 perfect how you react to it. Still, even if things happen that are not pleasant remember there is someone watching who cares and can give you strength in the nick of time.

Suppose the things that I dislike
Occurred this very day.
Like an unexpected assignment at school
When friends asked me to play.

Suppose the juice that I had poured
Got knocked into the sink.
Or the sandwich in my lunch was squashed
What should I think?

Suppose my dog chewed on my shoe
As I headed out the door.
And half way on my walk to school
Rain began to pour.

Well, even if these things come true
I know there will always be
God, and all his angels—
Watching over me.

God Always Sees

2009-06-07T16:45:00.000-07:00

My heart is heavy today. My eldest daughter recalled some things I had said that were not nice while she was growing up. I asked for forgiveness. One unkind comment I made was something about her piano playing. I was always after her to practice. Do you sometimes wish you could go back and do it all over again and not make those mistakes. As we said goodbye we gave each other our love. Still, I wish I could erase those memories. Most were said in frustration, but that's no excuss.
Later it dawned on me that just like in writing, every single word counts.

The sky is dim with left over day
And the night is not yet here.
Unchanging in twilight as I go my way
God’s sight is crystal clear.

Psalm 139:12

THE MOTHER PYTHON’S LOVE

2009-06-06T13:20:00.000-07:00

Raising children is more about preparing them for send off than anything else. Still, it seems bitter sweet to have to release them after the time and energy is put into every nook and cranny of their lives. But that is the way it has to be. It would be cruel to not equip our children for the real world outside the cosy home we made. Here's a poem I wrote after reading how the python snake copes with letting their offspring go.

Shivering through the chilly nights
She keeps her young ones warm.
And watches from the brooding nest
To keep them safe from harm.
For days she wraps herself around
Her eggs so they will live.
And shields them with the fiercest love
Only a mother could give.
Then, as the young begin to hatch
The python slinks away.
It’s time to build another nest
Her work is done today.

Sing Praises

2009-05-24T14:54:00.000-07:00

I've had a lovely day working in the gardens around my home. The sun was shining with no winds to bother me and the temperature was perfect. My husband and I pulled weeds for several hours and there is still much more to do, but we'll have to leave that for another day. After the sedentary winter I've had, my muscles are feeling a little tired and worn out. Still, the garden looks so much better than it did before. It was well worth it.

Though I cannot sing in tune
and I wander off the key,
it's clear that singing gives me joy
when I sing happily.
Still, it doesn't matter how I sing
God loves to hear my praise.
It's a loving heart that speaks to him.
Not the melody I raise.

God Made Bodies for Work

2009-05-04T08:01:00.000-07:00

There are some days that I wish the day could be longer. And there are other days I can hardly wait until it's over. I try to remember that there are no prizes to be won for all my efforts, just a sense of satisfaction at the end of the day. Even better when I give all my concerns to God and do it for his honor the day will turn out great. Here's a thought about work.

God made feet for walking, my father had said.
And eyes to see with, near the top of each head.
He gave each a mouth for talking and drinking
And a brain to help, do all our thinking.

God made our bodies to be used each day
Like muscles and tendons in a splendid way.
Without any effort, our cheeks turn pale
Our strength grows weak and our joy turns stale.

Our rest will be sweeter at the end of the day
When our labor is done in a cheerful way.
And when old age comes to each one at last
None will regret the toils from the past.

A Hawk’s Morning

2009-04-29T06:55:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I'm given a chance to see one of natures mysteries unfold in front of my eyes. This morning I was lucky to see one. I live near an escarpment where hawks return every spring. I hope I never take it for granted. There's something very majestic and beautiful about the red tailed hawk.

This morning I passed by a hawk,
He was perched up in a tree.
Ever so regal he ignored me.
It was glorious to see.

I watched his tail unfold like a fan.
And he spread his wings on his back.
And with eyes like pools of black,
No confidence did he lack.

Suddenly, he unleashed his strength.
And he soared into the skies.
And with his built in camera eyes,
He caught a mouse by surprise.

In my Garden

2009-04-25T13:27:00.000-07:00

Today is an awesome day. Not only is the weather windy and warm, but I've been asked if I was interested in being the poetry editor of My Light Magazine, an e-line Catholic magazine for kids. To say I'm excited is an understatement. I'm overjoyed. To celebrate, I've written this poem.

It’s a perfect day to visit the garden
The air is fresh and bright.
All the buds are blooming on the trees
It seems almost overnight.

The cold winds of yesterday are gone.
This day holds something new.
And now that summer winds are blowing,
The skies are, oh, so blue.

See how the squirrels scamper and gather
See robins collecting grass.
They seem to know it’s time to get ready
That winter has finally passed.

Let’s pack all the mittens and winter coats
That just gets in our way.
Let’s bring out the hammock and sway in the wind
And not waste a single day!

OUR SON

2009-04-17T16:13:00.000-07:00

My oldest son is turning 19 in a few days. While he was growing up, teachers made me feel that he wasn't up to snuff and that his future looked grim. He was even diagnosed with a form of autism. Well, he fooled them. All of a sudden something inside him came together and his marks began to soar.
Never give up on your kids. They can and will surprise you.

We envy all your carefree ways
Your laughter and your smile
You never seem to worry much
And go the extra mile.
And if your mother's worried
You take the time to say
That everything will turn out right
In perhaps another way.
Though you're an ordinary fellow
You never think to quit
You anticipate the future
And all that’s good in it.
We wouldn't change the way you are
You are the finest ever sent.
You make the best of each new day
For this we are content.

After the Rain

2009-04-13T16:34:00.000-07:00

Every cloud has a silver lining. And there are rewards gained for hanging in when skies are blue. That's what Easter Monday says to me. I hope you feel the same as I do. While there's life, there's hope.

The sky is crying

Puddles of sun peak through clouds

Diamonds on the grass

The Betrayal

2009-04-09T07:16:00.000-07:00

The Easter story is the greatest story ever told. All the events leading up to it, such as the creation, the fall of mankind, and mankinds constant rebellion against God makes the Easter story the climax. This story is about atonement, redemption, and forgiveness. Yet, as Jesus prayed in the garden that night, He who was one with God knew what would take place in the coming hours. And Jesus as man knew how much it would cost. Amazing. Happy Easter.

In the Garden of Gethsemane
It was dark and still.
There, Jesus prayed in agony
To do his fathers will.

Not far away the disciples lay
Fast asleep on the grass.
Now knowing the cup of suffering
Jesus would soon pass.

Suddenly, torches burning bright
Burst through the olive trees.
Guards with clubs and men with swords
Swept through the garden with ease.

Then Judas the traitor came towards Jesus
And kissed Him on the cheek
Yet, when the soldiers took Jesus away
Not a word would he speak.

As the leaders churned among themselves
To conspire and to lie,
With wringing hands they looked for a way
To condemn Jesus to die.

Throughout the jeering He said not a word.
Like a sheep He was brought away.
And He summoned no angels to help Him.
It was the plotters day.

More Ski Memories

2009-04-07T10:18:00.000-07:00

It's snowing here in Southern Ontario. A bit of a surprise. I was told by my safety conscience bus driver friends it would arrive, but I hardly believed it until I saw it. Anyways, it gave me a chance to post another ski poem. There's something cozy about a ski lodge and it gives warm memories. But, remember to wear a helmet. Safety first.

Snowflakes falling to the ground
Chairs are climbing heaven bound
Boots a dangling everywhere
Smiling faces soar through air
Muffled voices zip downhill
Some whiz fast and others still
Bursts of colors pass with ease
Through the crowds of bare limb trees
Smiling faces, cheeks aglow
Next to the dazzling, frosty snow
Ski boots stomping in the chalet
Carrying cheese and plates of pate
Crock pots, coolers everywhere
Hungry skiers glad to share.

Make This Day Count

2009-04-03T11:19:00.000-07:00

Here's a a few lines of wisdom of the far East. These lines are taken from Sanskrit that I came across. Oh, and the picture is me when I was two. Notice the watch on my arm. If only time could stand still when you want it to.

Look to this day,
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a a vision.
But today well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
So look well to this day.

March Winds

2009-03-26T11:22:00.000-07:00

Today, I sit nervously at home wondering how my son did on his job interviews. He left this morning with a new short hair cut, new leather shoes, a new blue shirt and pants. I prayed for him as he sat in the car and then I waved him off. It's scary to see your kids grow up. And yet, so gratifying. A new season has begun.

When March arrives
She turns the sheets
And scrubs and polishes
To make things neat.
Then sweeping her house
With a giant broom
She washes the gray
For buds to bloom.
How nice of March
To come and clean
Her lovely house
Back into green.

LENDING A HAND

2009-03-21T05:28:00.000-07:00

I felt inspired to write a poem last night after I read a story of a woman lending a hand to two small girls. There's something so rewarding about helping someone else. It must be the smiles that you get in return. Enjoy!

In the middle of a rush of a busy afternoon,
Two tiny girls walked hand in hand singing a tune.
With smiles on each face and wearing pretty dresses
Their dark, brown eyes shone beneath curly tresses.
Suddenly, a shoelace of one girl became undone,
To cause tears of alarm that it would end their fun.
For shoelace tying is tricky for tiny girls of five.
And it seemed that no help for them would arrive.
A woman in a business suit rushed over to lend a hand
And kneeling on pavement she tied the shoelace strand.
As she whispered words of cheer on bended knee,
The lace was tied in a bow as neat as could be.
Smiling, the stranger watched the girls skip down the road
So glad that she had stooped to lighten up their load.

Your Smile

2009-03-18T16:03:00.000-07:00

Valentine is over, but don't you agree that a smile goes a long way. Here's something I wrote for my husband over a year ago. It's still relevant today.

If I were paid a penny
each time you gave a smile,
I'd be the richest woman
amasing quite a pile.
I'm thankful that I married
a man in my father's mold.
Hardworking, honest, caring
It's love that's purest gold.

Spring Decorating

2009-03-09T16:36:00.000-07:00

Have you started spring cleaning yet? Out with dirt and in with clean. Notice how mildew settles in around the window. Yuck. It's time to use vinegar. While you're at it, think about yucky things in your life that is preventing you from feeling clean inside. Like unforgiveness, anger or jealousy. Then get rid of that too. You won't regret it.

Winter leaves its frosty feet
At the doorway with a sigh.
While tree branches sweep the cobwebs
From the silver sky.
In steps gentle lamb with fleeces
Silky, soft and mellow.
And decorates the house with a splash
Of pink and yellow.

Keep the Boy Inside of You

2009-03-04T09:26:00.000-08:00

My dad turned 76 years young this past month. He's in Florida right now enjoying the sunshine with my mom. They meet up with other retired folks every winter and from what I hear have a lot of fun. I wrote my dad a poem for his birthday. It's the least I could do for a dad who never complains about anything, is content with life and has given me so much.

There's still a boy inside of you
Enjoying life through and through.
He's a lad full of wonders
About things hid from view.

What to others seem dull and old
You find treasure to behold.
And from your lad you quickly learn
All that's good and true.

He gives your eyes power to see
How life is meant to be
Your days are more glorious cause' you kept
That boy inside of you.

The More You Find

2009-02-20T19:24:00.000-08:00

I've been too busy to write a poem this week so I'm lending you one from Helen Steiner Rice. Her poems speak to the heart. And since this is heart month I think it's appropiate.

The more you give, the more you get—
the more you laugh, the less you fret.
The more you do unselfishly,
the more you live abundantly—
The more of everything you share,
the more you’ll always have to spare.
The more you love, the more you’ll find
that life is good and friends are kind.

Helen Steiner Rice

LOVE PREVAILS

2009-02-15T06:13:00.000-08:00

Hope you had a wonderful valentines day. Did you give and receive love? Here are some of my thoughts on love. As I wrote this poem I used I Corinthians 13 as a reference. After all, who but God knows what love really is. He is love and designed it.

When the moon has lost its glow
love passes by;
not to be caught, but released
like a butterfly.

Though some build tall fortresses,
are boastful and proud,
Love shines like the morning sun
and is never loud.

Love tosses aside the list of wrongs
that others have done,
And never lies to its prey as a cat
when the chase has begun.

Love longs to build bridges
when all else will fail.
It never dissapoints or leaves us.
Love will prevail.

SNOW SHOVELING

2009-01-28T17:55:00.000-08:00

Are you enjoying the winter? I suppose if you like skiing, tobogganing or building snowmen then you're enjoying it very much. If you find snow shoveling the only sport you seem to do, well I want to remind you that spring is just around the corner. So, hang in there. There's still more dreaming to do until spring.

I begin to shovel the driveway,
Snow is falling like confetti
Only I’m not celebrating,
And there’s no reason to smile.

As mounds of snow grow into hills
My mind drifts upwards like a cloud.
For a moment the world's at war
And I have to dig my way out.

The snow that I toss, mocks me.
I can hear it in the silence.
But I won’t let it defeat me,
Cause I won’t be the one melting.

WHITE POWDER

2009-01-17T18:02:00.000-08:00

I have a confession to make. My husband is passionate about skiing and I'm not. I'm the creative type and love projects. I give my family a good laugh when I exit a chair lift. Instead of jumping off, I drop like a sack of potatoes. My dearest beloved, graceful on skis seems to float down mountains without effort. I fight it all the way and can hardly wait to rest by the fireplace with a hot chocolate. I wrote this for him.

Sparkling white powder
On high mountain top
Is falling down gently
Like sweet ginger pop.

Dangling boots soaring
Preparing to jump
From chairs in the sky
And land with a thump.

A flash of deep colors
Dashing through trails
Brush against branches
Wearing white veils.

Zinging and zooming
Soaring down hill
Frosty cheeks glowing
Oh what a thrill.

A Wedding Wish

2009-01-09T08:47:00.000-08:00

I attended a wedding shower the other night. The bride-to-be is so sweet that I had to write her a little poem. Here it is. I also want to add that I've had a poem published in January's issue of Stories for Children, an e-line magazine. My poem is called The Penguin. Please check it out. I love the illustration they put with it.

May your hopes and dreams
be wrapped in sky,
Complete with ribbons
to help you fly.
May the dreams you dream
brim full of love
So your hearts will soar
through clouds above.
May the hopes you long for
be weaved with gold
And ripple with blessings
to prize and hold.

PLANS

2009-01-02T07:17:00.000-08:00

No one likes it when plans have shifted. After coming home from a mini-vacation at Lake Placid, we found our fence and the pool deck ripped out by strong winds. The deck lay folded inside the pool. Thankfully, a friend came by with a tractor and pulled it out. What would we do without dear friends. I wrote two poems this morning and hope they inspire you. Now that 2009 is upon us, let's look forward to fresh new ideas to inspire our writing.

Sometimes things don’t go as planned
And life goes a different way.
For just as a tree, strong winds strike
And cause our plans to sway.
Sometimes we can swing along
And find a new direction.
Other times we've gained great insight,
And time for deep reflection.

On the last day of December, a huge flock of robins sat in a tree next to my house with two feet of snow all around. What were they thinking!

The Robins Song-

I heard the robins sing,
On the last day of December.
It was the strangest thing
That I can remember.
I wondered what to do.
Had they changed their diet-
Was their map askew-
Still, I thought them brave to try it.

Here's to Christmas

2008-12-20T19:24:00.000-08:00

My oldest daughter just informed me that she doesn't believe that prayer works. That makes me feel sad. Still, that probably makes God, sadder. He longs to be connected with her. It's his way of making things happen and deepening faith. But, I understand how she feels. She's had a rough year. I won't get into details, but everyone is allowed to doubt sometimes. This Christmas pray for your friends and family that need a miracle. Then, prepare to be amazed.

Here’s to Christmas,
Here’s to Christmas,
For the snow
And the Christmas tree.
For gifts to give to friends afar
And friends that live near.
For the twinkling star
That shines so bright
In the long and dark wintry night
And singing songs of cheer
For feasting our eyes
On lights that glow
That will lead us back
To the little child
That came to earth
So long ago.
I’m so glad he came.

The Sparrows Plight

2008-12-11T10:09:00.000-08:00

You feel so helpless when sad things happen to a friend. You want to help, but there's not much you can do. Recently, a friend's father died from Lou Gerrigs disease, so I prayed for her. What she needed was strength to get through. The circumstances didn't change, but prayer (and hugs and cards) helped.

Outside my bedroom window
Suspended in full view,
My grey capped friends clung to a tree,
While icy winds blew.

As I gazed at the heap of whiteness
That grew as a misty veil,
My feathered friends hung on tight.
They didn’t dare to fail.

How I longed to open wide my door
And usher the company in.
How I longed to still the frantic wind
And be their champion.

But they had no need to follow me
I could not ease their plight.
So, I asked the one far greater than I
To, give them strength that night.

The Dancing Queen

2008-11-27T07:28:00.000-08:00

My daughter and I went to see "Mama Mia" not long ago. She was quite surprised that I knew all the words to the songs. Isn't that cute. Anyways, I wrote a poem for her seventeenth birthday, which was on Sept. 11. I write poems for all my kids. I thought I'd share this one with you. She loved it.

She's a dazzling graceful bird
sailing through the sky.
She's a gentle breath of wind
soaring on clouds on high.

She's smooth and clean as snow
on a high mountain slope.
She's a fresh rose in winter
and soft as creamy soap.

She's a ship afloat in a sea
of sparkling diamonds and jade.
She's a treasured book to read
with just one copy made.

She's unique and irreplaceable
and now that she's seventeen.
The world awaits the spectacular
the charming dancing queen!

Outdoor Fire

2008-11-20T17:13:00.000-08:00

What do you get when you mix friends, a roaring campfire and food. The answer is; fuzzy,warm memories. Whenever you feel the cold winds sneaking up on you, think about something warm and wonderful. It's amazing what a difference that will make.

Sitting around a roaring campfire
With friends warm and sweet,
Reminiscing about days gone by
Toasting a marshmallow treat.

I think there is nothing to compare
To the warmth of an outdoor fire.
And the smell of burning pitch pine wood,
Of this I’ll never tire.

NOVEMBER DAYS

2008-11-13T10:50:00.000-08:00

What I like most about November is focusing on projects and buttoning down the hatches. Sure, it's not as nice as October with its inbetween kind of weather, but we all need a time to look back and be thankful and a time to look forward in expectancy. November is perfect for doing just that.

In November the skies turn gray and cold
And tree trunks become bare and bold.
For brown is left when leaves fall away
And autumn colors no longer stay.

Yet, though brown is a dull color scheme
It gives all time to reflect and dream,
As the earth prepares for its long winter sleep,
Beneath, a snow blanket soft and deep.

War of Courage

2008-11-08T09:25:00.000-08:00

Though I'm not a war advocate, I still want to remember the sacrifice that affect family and people in war. Lest we forget. Here's a few lines to consider.

Bravely they fought, not for themselves alone
but for those that would follow.
For the good of all mankind,
whether they saw eye to eye or not.
And only their acts of bravery resembled anything
that touched on humanity.

AN ORCHARD WALK

2008-11-01T15:47:00.000-07:00

I hear many teachers instruct students on bus behavior. One teacher made a comment I especially liked. Sit back and enjoy the ride. Here's a poem that does just that.

We took a long walk; my brother and I,
Through the orchard where apples red
Dangled like rubies from branches of gold.
Waiting to be plucked and eaten instead.

We bit into an apple; it was ripe as sunshine
And sweet as rain dripping down our fingers.
We stayed in the orchard grove for a while,
My brother and I, a memory that still lingers.

FALLING LEAVES

2008-10-27T13:52:00.000-07:00

We are approaching a new season. It's good to reflect on each passing season and be thankful for our blessings. Just think, the leaves that decay under the snow will bring nourishment for spring flowers.

Butterfly leaves floating down
Falling from the trees.
Golden yellow, orange and brown
Fluttering in the breeze.

Like graceful, lazy butterflies
Leaves float all around,
Gently falling from the skies,
Not making any sound.

THE CANADIAN GOOSE

2008-10-17T10:29:00.000-07:00

I see a lot of Canadian geese. They soar over my house many times a day, especially in the autumn. I just love the fact that they mate for life. And they have wonderful parenting skills. They'd make a great study.

Behold in the sky
The Canadian goose,
Wears a fine tux
Of chocolate mousse.
With matching attire
His friends honk too,
Bowing their long necks
And say, how are you.
After greeting each other
They honk their goodbye
And with a flap of their wings
Soar through the sky.

A Prayer of Thanks

2008-10-12T14:28:00.000-07:00

Happy Thanksgiving! We have much to be thankful for. Probably more than we can imagine. Here's a prayer of thanks.

Dear God,

Thank you for the sun that shines
in the bright blue sky.
Thank you for the rain that falls
from the clouds on high.
Thank you for the plants and trees
that give us food and shade.
Thank you for each animal
both wild and tame you’ve made.
And a big thanks for my family
and my home so fair.
Help me remember that each blessing
was given because you care

Amen.

MY BUDGIE

2008-10-08T18:08:00.000-07:00

I've got a budgie with personality. I can say that because I've had a few. George, thinks he's a person. Whenever we eat, he sits on the bottom of his cage and flaps his wings furiously. It's his way of saying he wants to join us. Of course, we open his door and let him eat from our plates. It seems cruel not to.

My sweet feathery blue
Confined to a cage,
Sings to an audience
Inside a wire stage.
All day the songs continue,
As if he never heard
Those songs are required
From a caged little bird!

THINGS COULD BE WORSE

2008-10-05T15:39:00.000-07:00

It makes us laugh to watch a movie where everything goes wrong. But if it happens in real life it's not fun at all. Sometimes, it's just a matter of putting things into perspective.

It all started at breakfast
When I broke my favorite cup
And juice dripped on the floor
Mom made me clean it up.
At school I had a spelling test
I stumbled on each letter.
Later I noticed a giant hole
In my new blue sweater
At recess I was chosen last for tag
I fell and skinned my knee.
My friends ate a bag of jellybeans
But wouldn’t share with me.
On the way home I stepped in a puddle
My shoes got soaking wet.
For supper Mom served meatloaf
Knowing it’s not my favorite.
Later that night I lay in bed thinking
Wondering if I had a curse.
Then I recalled the news I saw on TV
Na—things could’ve been worse.

The Bible Tells Us

2008-09-29T08:21:00.000-07:00

I'm getting ready for Pioneer Clubs. It's a club for kids to learn about God. Our theme verse is Psalms 119: 105. Your word is a lamp to my feet and light for my path.

I’m so glad God gave us his Word
It explains how we came to be.
Without the Bible I couldn’t learn
How much that God loves me.

It tells how God made the oceans
And placed the clouds in the air.
It tells how God formed people
From the very ground He put there!

Yes, the Bible answers our questions.
God wrote it for you and for me.
Everyone matters so much to God.
Without Him—we just wouldn’t be.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD

2008-09-20T11:44:00.000-07:00

We have not been created by God to wander about on this earth confused about the meaning of life. Instead, God wants to give us life and to give it abundantly. I'm so glad Jesus is the Good Shepherd. He not only came to lead the way, but to help us every day.

The good shepherd knows the sheep that are his
He guides them gently too.
They follow him where-ever he goes
As trusting sheep will do.

At night the good shepherd guards his flock
And leads them all by day.
And when he gently calls their name
They trust his voice and obey.

Each day the good shepherd feeds his sheep
And tends to the weak and lame.
With his staff he protects and keeps
And loves them all the same.

And if a lamb should lose its way
Out on the hills to roam,
He seeks and holds the lamb in his arms
And brings it safely home.

We are like sheep that have gone astray
Out in the world so cold
And Jesus our shepherd keeps calling our name,
Until, we’re safe in His fold.

CHROME BUS ADVENTURE

2008-09-15T14:11:00.000-07:00

As a school bus driver, I have a front seat to excitement everyday. The poet Rachel Field wrote a poem years ago called Good Green Bus. Here's my interpretation of that delightful poem.

Climb aboard the old chrome bus.
School is where it will take us.
Packing in kids like spade foot toads,
Down the narrow and windy roads.
Zooming through lights in sets of two-
Look out cars we’re passing through.
Over the tracks we go clackity clack,
See kids land with a thump at the back.
Look to the right—the skate park is there
With jumps and ramps to catch the air;
and to the left are stages on display
In window houses where people play.
Around the bend and into the drive
Look out teachers cause we’re alive!

Three in One Recipe

2008-09-08T16:00:00.000-07:00

I was feeling a need for a change, so I wrote something silly. Forgive me, but it was just what the doctor ordered. Enjoy!

Crack ten eggs into a bowl
and beat it with a fork.
When it foams up like the sea,
toss in chunks of pork.

Sprinkle in some chocolate chips.
Grate some cheddar cheese.
Blend in dollops of pumpkin sauce
Add a cup of noodles and peas.

Stir it up for about five minutes.
Add frosted shredded wheat.
Then pop it under a broiler oven
and get ready for a treat.

When the crust is nicely browned
you have got yourself a winner.
Instead of one meal you have three.
It’s breakfast, lunch and dinner!

Grass

2008-08-29T16:31:00.000-07:00

Did you know that there is a purpose for everything on our planet? Even something as simple as grass. Today, in between getting my kids ready for college, I thought about grass. I suppose with all the rain we've been having this summer, I've noticed it more. So, here's what I came up with.

There are many good reasons
Why God made grass.
It’s a soft floor to walk on
And smooth as glass.

It’s a great place to hide in
For bugs you can’t see
And a cushion for children
When skinning a knee.

It’s breakfast and supper
For animals to munch
And a soft place to sit on
For a fine picnic lunch.

It compliments all flowers
Like yellow and pink
And holds tender dewdrops
For creatures to drink.

It binds earth together
And keeps dirt away
When spring melts and water
Are coming our way.

It’s a soft bed to lie on
And gaze in the sky.
It's a place to dream dreams
While clouds float on by.

I’m so glad God made grass
And He colored it green.
If He made it snow white
It would be hard to keep clean.

Something to Remember

2008-08-23T07:51:00.000-07:00

Have you ever had one of those days, where you have lots to do, but can't remember what? Here's a thought to ponder.

A thought came to my mind today
Then, as quick as it came, it went away.
Oh what anguish to me this brings
When I can’t remember important things.

Still, there's one thing I must not forget
That God loves me and wants me to let,
His love flow through me in loving ways
As a gift of heart felt thanks and praise!

Television Blues

2008-08-18T05:41:00.000-07:00

To write this poem, I asked myself the question "What if". Then I added a few exaggerations. I hope it makes you smile.

It began as a night like any other
Watching TV with sister and brother.
Watching show after show until
The picture tube went dark and still.
Like statues we just sat and stared
Except for John who looked scared
Then his face turned a shade of ghastly blue
“Without TV what will we do?”
Then sister Sue’s face turned green
The likes of it I’ve never seen.
Minutes before she had laughed out loud
Now gloom draped her like a cloud.
“But who will teach us how to think,
With television on the blink!
Who’ll entertain us we need to know!
Who’ll help shape our minds to grow?”
“Why don’t we play a game or two?”
I said while glancing at my shoe.
Then Sue and John stared hard at me
“You mean like a regular family.”
I nodded twice before I could blink,
Then added to that quick as a wink.
“Isn’t that how kids once had played
Before TV took that away.”
Then a look of hope came to their eyes
I admit it came as quit a surprise.
“We do have a lot of toys and games
Like, clue and scrabble and other names.”
The rest of the night we played together
My sister Sue and John my brother.
Laughing until our sides were split
Not minding that the TV quit.

Troubles and Peace

2008-08-07T08:14:00.000-07:00

When we trust in Jesus many of life's troubles are easier to bare. Here's a poem that I hope will help put your troubles in perspective. Which we all have plenty of.

Sometimes we think the world is wrong
there's so much talk of strife.
It seems that troubles never leave
it consumes our daily life.
Each morning when the sun is rising
we waken from our sleep.
After catching up on all the news,
we run about like sheep.
We have places to go and schedules to keep
of this we can't deny.
There's no time to marvel of mysteries
or gaze into the sky.
But if we breathe words of praise to God,
He'll take our worries away.
And we thank Him for blessings that we have
we'll have a wonderful day.

THE BEST SERMON

2008-07-22T09:21:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wondered how you can make a difference in the world. Often it's not what we preach but, how we live that teaches the best. So, what are you going to do about it?

If I could live my life like a sermon
For people to see and hear
My actions would be, the strongest voice
To make the message clear.

And if my life looked like a sermon
Or a lighthouse every day
God’s love could freely shine through me
And help someone find the way.

And if I lived a life that was true
Others around could see
God’s love through the pages of my life
By seeing Christ through me.

Give Thanks

2008-07-16T08:59:00.000-07:00

Need a lift. A favorite Christian poet of mine is Helen Steiner Rice. Though she is no longer with us, her words will continue to bless and encourage us. Be encouraged with this lovely thought.

Give thanks for the blessings
that daily is ours—
The warmth of the sun,
the fragrance of flowers,
For the joy of enjoying
and the fullness of living
Are found in the heart
that is filled with thanksgiving.

Helen Steiner Rice

Think and Speak like David

2008-07-10T18:16:00.000-07:00

One of the most beautiful verses in the Bible is found in the book of Psalms. King David, who wrote this, was called a man after God's own heart. It's not hard to see why. May this prayer be yours, too.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19: 14

In Honor of Birds

2008-06-27T09:28:00.000-07:00

Birds are my most favorite living things. Think of what you enjoy most and why. Then write it down before you forget. It might be your best poem yet.

Without the melody and song
Of the birds that fly
Our days would be quiet, dull,
Lifeless and long
With nothing to cheer us
Or to bring hope
Of a better day.
And how bare the sky.
Who would greet the morning—
Who would sing all day—
If their music was stilled
And our feathery friends no longer
Flitted across our pathway.

My Father's Hands

2008-06-12T17:18:00.000-07:00

It's Father's day this weekend. Show your dad how special he is. Remember-if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be who you are today. If you are a dad have a 'Happy Father's Day'. You deserve it.

My father has hands of friendship
His words are honest and kind.
He makes me laugh when he tells jokes
His teasing I don’t mind.

My father has hands of gentleness
He makes the best lemonade.
And no matter what the time of day
He'll hold me if I am afraid.

My father has hands of efficiency
Just like an eagles wing.
He can fix my bike or mend my heart
He can fix most anything.

I Like

2008-05-23T13:47:00.000-07:00

Want to write a poem. Make a list of things that make you happy or things you would like to do. Now rearrange them until the words sound just right. It's easier than you think.

Skipping pebbles in a brook
Catching fireflies
Coyotes wailing at the velvet moon
Gazing at star filled skies
Munching apples on a stick
Watching puppet shows
Tossing sticks for wag tailed dogs
Wiggling my toes
Sending messages to friends
Birds with bright hued wings
Petting a donkeys neck
I like many things.

Dancing Daffodils

2008-05-17T09:02:00.000-07:00

Spring is here again. Isn't it wonderful. Don't forget to enjoy the flowers. I've written a short poem to celebrate.

In my garden before me lay
Dancing flowers in full display.
Waving gently in the breeze.
Dancing by the budding trees.

What a joy it was to see
The daffodils dancing free.
Not hidden by a fence or wall
But dancing to be seen by all.