Ten Young Virgins

It is so easy to get caught up in the things of this world,
Whether cares or concerns, or fear of the disasters that are
Happening. News media, shocking and alarming. Self love,
Complacency, and pride in appearance. Forgetting the important
things, to watch and pray!

The night had been long, dreams of

Memories, awakening with alarm.

A voice faintly whispering,

“I am too tired” then turning to the other

Side, back into slumber.

The lamp slowly burning, filling the

Room with darkness.

The first sound of the morning, the

Radio is frightening, incredibly

Sad, but that is in another country,

Nothing here could ever happen

That bad.

With the last cup of coffee, slipping

Into complacency,

Dressing in my finest attire, with

Shoes of the latest style, my hair

Neatly done and curled, I am a fashionable

Statement to present to the world.

But one thing I forgot to do, I forgot to pray!

The enemy knew that and jumped right

In, placing me in a familiar place when

I forget to pray!


There is a story told long ago in an

Ancient land, of a village set on a hill

The sun was setting and the shadows

Gathering, and light streaming

From the windows of a house full of


Ten young virgins are sewing their gowns

Of silk and lace. There is excitement in

The air as people wait for a marriage

Procession to take place.

A bride is waiting for her groom!

The night is far spent, and weary of the

Wait they all fell asleep. At midnight there is heard

A cry. Waking abruptly, smoothing

Their gowns and plating their hair, they rush

Out the door, following close behind.

Their lamps trimmed and burning, five

Were wise and five were foolish, they all

Had oil in their lamps, but as the night

Wore on, their oil ran out. Five had

Brought extra but five did not.

Running to the wise,

“Give us of your oil” but the wise replied,

“We have not enough to share”

“Go to the village and buy some there

That you may enter into the marriage


The five returned with oil in their lamps

But the five wise had already gone into

the banquet hall and the door was shut

The five were left in darkness

The message is given –

‘Watch and pray

With your lamps trimmed and burning

For you know not the hour the Bridegroom

Will come to take home His Bride!”

Parable of ‘The Ten Virgins’
Told in the Book Of Matthew
Chapter 25

Churning Butter

“As butter clogs the arteries, the thoughts clog the brain”

Thoughts are like churning butter

Slippery and insoluble

Incapable of being solved or


Just as confusing as deciphering

The difference between saturated

Unsaturated and trans fat

As butter clogs the arteries, the

Thoughts clog the brain

To try to understand them is in


When one thought starts churning

A state of unrest begins, agitating

With increasing speed

The centrifugal force moves away

From the center about which it


Collecting oily globules

That resist any understanding and

Undigestible by the natural mind in

It’s rightful state

Until it forms a mind of its own

Creating two minds at war with each


Why all this confusion that continues

On and on?

Until the thought is brought to mind

There is no one to blame

This is a process of its own, of which

I am powerless to explain!

“My thoughts,” says the Lord, “are not like yours, and my ways are different from yours” Isaiah 55:8

The Twisted Train

“This was a trip I could not afford”

Sometimes when thoughts go awry, they become twisted

Forming a loop, repeating themselves over and over again.

To be forwarned is tricky, taking me on a trip with an uncertain



The train whistle blew, calling all aboard

My mind said no, a ticket I could not


Not listening to what I knew

I boarded anyway

The train was red with big

Shiny teeth

Grey puffs of smoke rose from

The chimney stack

I wondered if this train would

Ever come back?

As we pulled from the depot I

Noticed a sign –

OCD ‘Twisted Train’ was its name

That should have given me a clue

As over the miles we flew

The conductor came around

I asked him where we were


When he said the destination

I quickly jumped up, that was

Not the destination I had in


I walked through the twisted

Cars, each one had a name




And shame

If I stayed on this train I would

Become distraught

My thoughts would set up a loop

And I could not get off

I besought the engineer “I must

Get off!”

Slamming on the brakes as I

Pulled on the cord, he asked me

Where I wanted to go and what

I was looking for

“Please sir, I have checked all

The cars and they are twisted”

“Please let me off”

He asked me if I had checked

The caboose, maybe there I would

Find what I was looking for

Walking through the cars again

I opened the door at the very


It was full of thoughts and I quickly

Shut the door and fled

There was no more room for

One more thought in my head

Again I pulled the cord and pled

With the engineer to let me off

Finally at the end of the route

He stopped

Quickly getting off

I sat on the bench waiting for the

Next train to take me to a peaceful

Destination, one I could afford!

I have spent much time in my life trying to make

Myself good and right, only to find frustration and

Unrest, thinking if I only did enough, surely it wouldn’t

Be like this….

It is a gentle knock the

“He holds the keys”

Knock on my door, one

I have heard many times


The door is locked

And I can’t find the keys

Lord, I am busy

Please come back

Another time

It is too dirty in here for

You to see

I sweep and dust, mop and


But the litter doesn’t get any

Better it just gets deeper

The windows are smeared

And I can’t look out

Each room is full of junk

And bursting at the seams

I could never let you in, it

Would break Your heart

To see the condition of the

House I live in

There are too many rooms

Each one I go in, hoping to find

The peace I need

There’s not even room for me

I really don’t want to leave

But if I don’t do something

I’ll lose my mind

And the knocking gets fainter

And fainter

And I keep cleaning faster and


But no matter where I go

The knock keeps knocking

Just as before

“Maybe you can knock on

Someone else’s door and

They’ll let you in”

“Have you tried my children?

I hope they would listen

But even they have forgotten

And don’t hear the knocking”

Surely I will find a room for

Him to dwell in!

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock,

If anyone hears My voice and opens

The door, I will come in unto him and

Dine with him and He with Me”

Revelation 3:20

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The Voice

“Poetry soothes the soul”

When does a poem become a poem?

A thought sprinkled in the mind, or

Written on paper?

I began writing poetry, hoping to find


From life experiences I had become

Disconnected, not knowing which way

To go…


A Story Of Two Becoming One

I am just visiting this person within

Not too personal is my intention

Don’t get too close, or she will shut


I tried it once, her feelings were

Exposed and my words were


There is just too much distance

Between us

Once we were close and held

Each other, we laughed and cried


Then a strange thing happened

We parted, really not sure why

And said goodbye and went our

Separate directions, but a little

Piece of us stuck to each other

Sometimes l get lonely for her, the

Part that escaped me, but we are

Shaped so differently, we could no

Longer fit together…


I really would like to know the way

To find the rest of myself, and then I

Heard a voice from behind, saying

“I will go before you, I will make your

Crooked paths straight, whether to

The right or left I will lead you”*

Poetry is truly a bridge between myself

And what is left of myself!

Excerpts from the poem “ The Voice”

*Promises found in God’s Word

Isaiah 30

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It is 6 AM on a Tuesday morning…

“A Cathedral Built On A Rock Of Religious Freedom”

Brisk with an early morning chill.

The last of the autumn leaves

Of New England have fallen.

The night before has been long

With anticipation.

The streets are quiet before the

Last rush of hectic voters.

This is not an ordinary morning, in

Fact it is an extraordinary morning of a

Day that will set a precedent in the

United States election.

One that will determine the direction

Our nation will go, in the course

Of events facing a people who are

Distraught with fear and distress.

A world wide illness plaguing our


As the sun begins its circuit on the

Eastern horizon, its rays reflect a

Massive structure, doors that

Have been locked since COVID 19 are


A Cathedral, built in just short of a

Century, on a rock of religious freedom

Welcomes all seeking silence and


A sacred place for rest and reflection.

A vigil of prayers will be said.

From morning till night, hour upon hour

Until the very last ballot is cast.


Many centuries ago there was a similar

Story of a nation suffering in infancy,

Released in freedom from a land of slavery.

A people all too familiar with plague

And pestilence, in the land of Egypt.

Only by God’s grace were they spared.

Led by a humble man

Struggling for wisdom to lead his

People to a promised land.

With a people constantly complaining

Even after miraculous provisions of water

And bread. His people are faint with thirst,

Questioning –

“Is the Lord with us or not?”

A threatening nation from a foreign land

Has sought their lives

High on a hill looking over the sea

Moses lifts his rod.

And Israel prevailed!

But when his arms became weak and

His hands heavy, with no strength of his

Own, no longer could he lift his hands

To fight.

And the enemy prevailed!

His men intent their battle be won

Placed a stone of strength beneath him

Lifting his hands until the sun went down

And the battle was won!


For our leaders, who fight for our nation

Becoming heavy with arms of frailty, their

Hands weak in the effort to find peace.

Searching for healing, hope and unity.

Will we as a people lift them up that

They will not despair, that

They will be steady in the wake of this great


The question is asked,

“Is the Lord among us or not?”


“The God who watches over America

Never slumbers or sleeps”

Though kingdoms and nations will

Crumble and fall

We are assured He is in the midst of

Us all.

No matter who will win, we will

Lift them up

That they may not stumble.

Tomorrow, for one more day

The *Cathedral doors are open for

Prayer and contemplation!

*The Washington National Cathedral

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There are treasures everywhere…

They don’t always come with ribbons and bows

And sometimes we forget they are there…

“Perhaps a book on a shelf, we have forgotten?”

A couple things happened over the last weekend that I

Would like to share.

My doctor closed her practice, just a little over a year


I called to make an appointment with another and I

Was put on a six month waiting list.

When the appointment time came, COVID appeared.

No appointments were kept, so I just thought I would

White knuckle it, surely I could make it on my own!

Now just a little over a year later, I find things are creeping

Up in a rather excessive way.

Waking up with early morning chatter, which is often

There, but much more vocal.

Numbers running through my head, there again

Usually there, but as stress increases, they escalate.

Intrusive unwanted thoughts.

Over concern with religious cares.

And children I can do nothing about.

All symptoms of OCD.

Well once again I realize, maybe it is time to

Consider the fact, this is getting out of hand.

I began googling for help and I

Came across a guest speaker on a website.

As I listened to his name, Ian Osborne, a Christian

Psychiatrist, I remember I had his book ‘Can

Christianity Cure OCD” I had received a lot of

Help, but in my struggles for more answers I had

Put it on a shelf and forgotten it. The thrust of

His message was, ‘ this illness is too painful to

Bear alone, you need to reach out and ask for help.’

Well this was message number one!

The next day I went to church and the message was

Given ‘when things are too hard, you need to reach

Out and ask for help’

Well this was message number two!

So needless to say, Monday morning, I was on the

Phone searching for a list of providers. The list

Was long, and each one I called, had either a long

Waiting list or unable to accept my insurance.

But finally coming to a name next to the last, a very nice

Counseling service came to my aide (and with no waiting list).

Hopefully I’m on my way to recovery once again!

But I need to remember –

“There is no cure for this illness, but with God

It is manageable!

I Like the promise

“Ask, and it shall be given you, search and you

Will find…for everyone that asks, receives”

Book of Matthew Chapter 7 Verse 7-8

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Good news of a Good God

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree” Martin Luther

It was a mystical happening for

A man troubled with fears and


Growing up in a medieval era

In a German village

Centuries ago

Under fear of a vengeful god who didn’t


A strict mother burdened with children

A father bent on his

Son’s success, sending him to Erfurt

A school of learning

A ‘ tender conscious’ plagued his


Fear of a lost soul forgotten

He left his home

A bolt of lightning threatened

His life

On bended knees he knelt

Promising God he would become

A monk

Viewing his cry for help, a vow he

Could never break, he sold all his


From all he had known removed

His father refusing to speak

The very next day

Committing his life in confession

And prayer

Through indulgences and fasting

Long pilgrimages

Blood stained feet

From stairway penance

Each step seeking mercy and grace that he

Would be saved

But no matter what he did it was

Never enough

Wrestling into the night

For the terror he bore

Sending him into a round

Of unending works to appease a

God he could not find

But a loving God was by his side

To reveal a holy truth

That would release him from


To declare to all, we are saved

By grace and nothing else


‘The Tower Experience’

Reading the scriptures looking for


On a fateful day in a

Monastery tower, Martin Luther

Opened a book to the words

‘The Just Shall Live By Faith!”

And he said –

“I felt like the portals of light

Streamed from the heavens and

I had entered through the

Gates of paradise”

A fascinating monk of

Erroneous beliefs declared to

The world these words

Releasing all from fear and


Beginning “The Great Reformation”

On October 31, 2020 we celebrate

This monumental year over five

Hundred years ago

This is good news to all who

Struggle with a vengeful god

Those who have received a

‘Wounded conscious’ from

Unloving parents and homes


We are loved and saved by

A gracious God!

‘The just shall live by faith!”

*Book Of Romans Chapter 1 verse 17

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The Scarlet Cord

“A Woman Of Faith”

Her house is small, sitting

High upon the city wall

It has been a long night

As soldiers sit about campfires

Glancing at her house

Snickering and laughing

Rahab the Harlot lives here!

Dawn begins to break as

The last red glow of embers

Die to the earth

She peers out her window

Where a red rose hung the

Night before

Rising early, veiling her face

For no one must see this woman

Of disgrace

As she runs along the wall, down

The stairs into the cities’ streets

She is anxious

For she has a special errand to do

To replace this rose with a scarlet


Her form silhouetted against the

Breaking light

Clutching her meager coins

She hastens on

Over cobblestone streets into

The very heart of the city

Still asleep

The blue glow of the horizon

Gently fades in the distance

She is headed for the market

Place just before dawn

…the noise is loud, people

Selling goods, people

Praying, children crying,

Animals brawling

Quietly slipping

Through the crowds going

To market, to secure a cord

Of scarlet…

Tables laden with fruits

Pomegranates in rich red hues

Spices from the East, dates and

Raisin cakes, amongst onions

And leeks, lentils and beans

And loaves of bread, colorful

Skirts, sandals and shoes, young

Girls dancing to the fiddle and flute

But these are not what she is

Looking for

Among all of these

Wares, a simple scarlet cord is

Her desire and prayer

Tighter yet, holding her veil

Against her head, she slowly

Drifts from table to table,

Quietly bearing the shame of

Her reputation

The best threads must be

Purchased to fill this need

That she and her family may

Be spared

Threads of scarlet interwoven

With gold…

Even as a little girl,

Watching her mother do her

Trade, she had wanted

Something better

When she had become older

She had continued what had

Been handed down from

Mother to daughter

Looking down, one table

Catches her eye, there lies a

Cord, just the right one, coins

Tightly held are released and

She hurry’s back home…

The sun is rising, the sleeping

City awakens, as she passes

Worshippers climbing steps to

Strange altars, bringing food to

Appease their gods

Garlands of flowers to hang on

These idols, breads and fruits

To place by their sides…

She has never felt at ease, even

As a little girl, kneeling before

These gods with closed eyes,

Who cannot see, trying to please

Them with words and prayers

They don’t hear or answer

Arriving home, the cord is

Placed in the window, showering

Grace for those to see…

For just the night before God

Had sent His spies to capture

Her city, but the scarlet cord

She dutifully hung in her window

When soldiers passed by

Saved Rahab and

Her family

A woman of disgrace had become a

Woman of faith!

Excerpts from the book ‘The Scarlet Cord’

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Look Unto The Hills

“The Hills Will No Longer Be Hidden From View”

It is a clear day today and the

Sky is blue, the air clean

Only in the distance is the haze

That our inversion brings

But from the last few weeks we know

The prevailing winds will once

Again bring about the stifling

Smoke and impending heat

The hills and mountains will

Be hidden from view

Upon this city that never seems to


Wondering at this phenomenon

Millions of acres

Burned to the ground

And shaking our heads

What more can come?

The spread of disease

The elections near

Some leaders disclaim and berate

The illness plaguing

Our lives

Refusing to listen to the cry

Of doctors and nurses

Doubting those who

Have suffered and died

Crooked politics, justice

And truth falling in the


As a great king of old

Haughty and proud,

Was given the writing on the


“You are weighed in the balance

And found wanting”

Could this nation be weighed

And found wanting too

As we have strayed from

Justice and right?

The ravished trees, parched

And dry, like a tender box


Creatures have no perch

To raise their fledglings

To rest their wings, for the

Branches are missing

Yet unlike us when tragedy

Comes and into despair we


They spread their flight to

Brighter spots

Nature’s force cannot be stopped

But we still have hope

The shrubs consumed will

Blossom again

The trees their flower will

Bear fruit

In all of these things we have

The promise

That once again our earth

As we know will be restored

The blade of grass pushing up

Through dust and ashes

The grain of wheat will

Bring bread to our tables

But if in fact this is not to be

And all of what we have hoped

Does not come to pass

There is the promise through

Faith, a new earth

Will appear

Though I cannot see it now

As the Psalmist has written

I will

“Look unto the hills from

Where comes my help, my

Help comes from the Lord

Who made heaven and earth”

With a tangible eye I cannot

See it now

The hills hidden from view for

All the troubles I have

Will one day appear when the sun

Breaks through

And I will be glad

For there is a God in

Control of all of these things

*Book of Psalms chapter 121

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