. . . AND one day walking by
A flutter of wings by me fly
And to my surprise upon
A limb some caring one hung
A feeder of seed and bread . . .
– Yellow birds
– Black birds
– Red and white ones as well
–
All are fellows dining as
One
And I wondered why we
Do not do as them?
“Are we not beggars telling
Other beggars where to find
Bread?”
Quote Martin Luther
HOPE is the thing I hoped
For most
Of which I could not see
Like a bird perched upn a
Tree
Just when I thought I caught
It, it flew away from me
AND then I heard a song
And supposed I caught a
Tune
When the wind snatched a
Flower hiding from the sunFOR hope I must wait again
Till it knocks upon my door!
ONE day we will understand
what our minds here failed
to comprehend
HOW each grain of sand
holds an ocean full of water
HOW the sky is tightly
fastened between earth and
heaven
AND yet of all these things
so high and mighty
I sometimes fearTHEN I am reminded
in spite of mans cruel hate
the flight of the bird never
hesitates
AND from a long winter’s night
the plight of the lily still
struggles in her search for light
AND when in my darkness
for lack of sunIN time LIGHT will surely come!
__
LOVE _ Is like a chapter
In the garden of life
AN _Hour glass of
Time quickly passing
CHASING _ Daisies 🌼 and
Rainbows 🌈 quickly fadingSHORT Winter days and
Long lonely evenings
AS A child I sought her
BUT _ LOVE _ Found me
When I for her stoppedSEARCHing!
February 1, 2026💙
LAST night a lamp within
The sky
A moon of silvery whiteWith her numbered hands
The hour strikes just in timeUPON the earth below
Snowflakes fall upon the ice
THE stars sing and smile
A magical wonderland before
Their eyesIN just a few days or two our
‘SNOW MOON’
Will bring a lovely Valentine
for you!💚
Voice is heard
‘I spoke to GRACE’She spoke not back
‘I spoke to TRUST’
She turned her
face
‘I spoke to FAITH, I spoke to
HOPE’
These too did fail
‘I spoke to LOVE she spoke
back’Of all these things
Trust – Hope – Faith – May remain
But LOVE never fails!
Saying Goodbye to the Month
of January – Where some of our
Jouneys begin!
It is a difficult road
I have taken on this
road to heaven
My load is heavy and
I am forsaken
Preachers, teachers
friends
I look to all of them
to help me get in
Holding my thumb up
high
hoping for a ride
They wish me well and
pass me by
I don’t know how long
I can do this
I cry, I weep
all the rules I keep
Run and run, busy, busy
Every day I confess
What more can I do?
Throwing up my hands I
quit – There is
nothing!
IT IS A GIFT!
“For it is by Grace we are saved
It is a gift” Book of Ephesians
I’ve stored many garments
in the closet of time
Ones of worry and concern
that did not fit me well
I have tried to mend them
but my thread is too fine
and my needle too dullMy doubts interfere and I
fear for my body a lack
of clothes 👚
When in the distance a field
of lilies beckon me
“We never toil, nor spin our cloth
Yet in fine linen and
gold we are finely dressed”
“Do not be afraid, for a robe
of faith will be given that
fits you well” 😋
BLUE violets, withered,
trodden undefoot by the
offenders boot
their spirits crushed their
voices hushed
As I cry questioning
why I am reminded they
have forgiven and so must I!
AND until they rise from
their dusty tombs weeping
violets sleep
until once again they bloom!
The 3rd Sunday of January
Embraces the Sanctity of
every Human Life.
Could the abuse and neglect
of children also be
included as well?
They climbed the paths
of crooked roadsWith dusty sandals and
painful soles
A group of weary ones
Trod on to their city
of Jerusalem
And the temple of God
With each ascent pausing
for prayer and joyful
songMay we not forget in
our journey here below
To return to this
staircase when the way
is difficult and we cannot
see ahead – Pausing to
reflect –
“You don’t have to see
the whole staircase
Just take the first step”
The 15 ‘Song of Ascents’
is found in the Book of
Psalms Chapter 120-134
