Saturday, May 8, 2021

God Bless Mothers...Young & Old

 Happy Mother's Day!

My dear mother, Frances Longo Walsh

on her wedding day.



Never had the opportunity--

missed the privilege

of doting upon my old mother.

Mother died

of a heart attack

at fifty-one


Watch with envy--

sweet old mothers

with rosy rouged cheeks

and charming smiles

carefully navigating

footed canes

or wheeled walkers

Dutiful daughters

accompany them


in doctor’s waiting rooms

taking their tweed coats

making small talk

about the grandchildren

and what Aunt So And So

will be serving

the church ladies for lunch

Blessed daughters

who left beds unmade

dishes in the sink

who listen attentively

to doctor’s instructions

see that Medicare

and supplementary insurances

are processed properly

who assist them

with their coats

and to their cars

stopping at pharmacies

on the way home


Maude Carolan

Note: The above poem received an honorable mention, several years ago, in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest.

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

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Sunday, May 2, 2021

Holy Hands Lifted High


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“I want men everywhere to lift up holy hands in prayer,

without anger or disputing.” 1 Timothy 2:8 NIV


Some lift one

others, both

chest-high, chin high

Some reach upward

ceilingward, skyward

stretching Heavenward

reaching for

His hem


Soft young graceful hands

with squared airbrushed fingertips

Pudgy, fidgety, child hands

copying his daddy hands

Brown hands, pale hands

old bulging vein hands

Just plain hands

hands with bands

hands flashing rings

stones sparkling

Calloused hands, splintered hands

rough, red dishpan hands

Cold hands, warm hands

peanut butter and jelly hands

Salon hands

nails lacquered red

rose pink or pearly


Tambourine shaking

banner waving

clap clapping

Bible clutching

baby holding

tear wiping

clenching, wrenching

God beseeching hands


Hands clasping the hand

of another

hands signing praise

for ears that cannot hear

hands folded

serenely in a lap


All beautiful

all holy

all His children’s

hallelujah hands


Maude Carolan

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Sunday, April 25, 2021

"The Lamb Thread"

 A brand new poem for you...

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Inspired by the April 2, 2021 message

delivered by Messianic Rabbi Jonathan Cahn

at Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ.


Rabbi Jonathan delivers

his Good Friday message

with passion that is contagious

and just happens to be

about my favorite thread

in Scripture…the Lamb


He begins in Genesis 22

where lamb and love

are mentioned for the first time

It’s the mind-blowing chapter

when God put Abraham to the test

by telling him to sacrifice his only son

whom he loved, as a burnt offering

on Mount Moriah


so Abraham bound Isaac

and obediently raised

the glinting blade above the boy

but was stopped by the angel of the Lord


God provided

a substitute sacrifice that day

a ram—


Abraham named that place

Jehovah Jireh, God will provide

and in the fullness of time

God does provide a Lamb

on that very same mountain


I follow my rabbi’s thread

to Exodus 12, the Passover

as the Lord brought His people

out of bondage in Egypt

and saved them by the blood of the lamb


then listen as he speaks of sacrifices

in Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers

and the cleansing blood sprinkled

upon the mercy seat by the high priest

every year, on the Day of Atonement


The mystery continues to unravel

in Isaiah 53 with the astonishing foretelling

of the sacrifice of the Suffering Servant


Who was…pierced through for our transgressions

Who was crushed for our iniquities…


Who…Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter

and like a sheep that is silent

before its shearers…He did not open His mouth


The thread weaves its way to Daniel 9

the mystery of the Seventy Weeks

and the coming of Messiah

Who would be cut off/Crucified


I follow along, eagerly

flipping through pages of the Gospels

and listen afresh as John the Baptist proclaims


Behold the Lamb of God

Who takes away the sin of the world


remembering, the place, in the land of Moriah

where Abraham nearly sacrificed his son

is the very same location

as the Place of the Skull, Golgotha

where the Lamb God provided

was Crucified and died


Enthusiasm rises in Rabbi’s voice

and in my heart as he nears the end

of the thread that runs so true

without any loose ends

all throughout the Scriptures


He sums up his message

in the Book of Revelation

as the voice of many angels proclaim


Worthy is the Lamb that was slain

to receive power and riches and wisdom

and might and honor and glory and blessing


where resplendently jeweled

the New Jerusalem comes down out of Heaven

shining with the glory of God


where God Almighty and the Lamb

are its temple and the lamp is the Lamb


Hallelujah! Praise God Almighty—


God provided His Glorious Lamb…for us!


Maude Carolan Pych

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Sunday, April 18, 2021

Emmaus Road Memory


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Israel Pilgrimage—1986


A field of big, bodacious sunflowers

seem to be a great cathedral choir

singing the Hallelujah Chorus

with exultation

while sun-shining millions

of dazzling petal spires upon us

along Emmaus Road


It is fitting

because I am ablaze

with Jesus-joy

to be here


as I think about my newly

Resurrected Lord, vanishing

at the very breaking

of the bread


astonishing the disciples

who sat with Him

at table


Those utterly bewildered disciples

whose hearts thumped

and blazed

with glory fire

as He walked with them

as He explained to them

the Holy Scriptures


2000 years ago


along this very road


Maude Carolan Pych

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Sunday, April 11, 2021

Emmaus Road Reflections

Rest in Peace, Dear Laura...

Laura Boss, award-winning poet and author, my poetry mentor, encourager, and wonderfully kind-hearted human being, passed from this life on Friday. I've participated in numerous poetry workshops led by Laura over many years. She's had a profound influence on my poetry and I will miss her as long as I live.


Luke 24 & Isaiah 53 NASB


I’m sitting in the kitchen

with my Bible open

reading about the men

who were walking to Emmaus

the Sunday following the Crucifixion


thinking how bewildered they were

and dismayed that the one

they supposed was their savior was gone—

He died upon that Cross on Friday

leaving their hopes completely dashed


and I’m thinking about Jesus

joining them on their journey

as a complete stranger

bringing the hope of the Gospel

as He explained about Himself in the Tanakh

without revealing that they were actually walking

the seven miles to Emmaus

with their newly Resurrected Lord


I flip through the pages

and see Jesus handwritten in the margins

of the Old Testament, over and over

wherever I’ve discovered Him anew

and recall each exciting revelation


and imagine their amazement

as they listened to Jesus

revealing Himself as He spoke

about Moses and the Prophets

particularly when He came to the part

about the Suffering Servant in Isaiah 53

How exciting it had to have been to hear it

from the lips of the Suffering Servant, Himself—


Despised and forsaken

a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief

smitten of God and afflicted

pierced for our transgressions

crushed for our iniquities

by whose scourging we were healed


Who like a lamb was led to the slaughter

Who like a sheep, was silent before its shearers


assigned a grave with wicked men

but was with a rich man in death


He rendered Himself as a guilt offering

and God would prolong His days




I visualize the men

clutching their burning hearts


When they reached their destination

they invited the stranger to stay with them

because the hour was late


and as they gathered around a table

to partake of an evening meal

Jesus lifted a loaf to bless—


Suddenly their eyes beheld

His nail-pierced hands!


and as He broke their humble bread

they recognized Him


In that instant Jesus vanished!


but the words He spoke

along the road that day

were permanently seared

upon their hearts


so they rose from the table

and hurried off that very hour

all the way back to Jerusalem, in the dark

to tell the disciples of all the wonders

that happened that remarkable day


Maude Carolan Pych


Monday, April 5, 2021

Along the Road to Emmaus

 After a festive and joyful Easter Sunday, Jesus' Resurrection is still on my mind. I have another poem to share, serendipitously, about Our Lord making an appearance to a couple of men as they walked along the road to Emmaus...

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Luke 24:13-35




Cleopas and friend walked and talked

with lumbering gaits and downcast faces

shining hopes of sweet redemption

dashed and obliterated


They asked of each other the Why question

for if anyone had come to fill those old prophecies

surely it had seemed to be Him

that Jesus they'd come to know

through signs and wonders

that appeared to be miraculous


Their so-called Messiah had been crucified

was dead and gone. Yes, gone, gone, gone!

Even His cold dead body was missing

from the tomb that had been sealed—


He approached them

in the midst of their perplexity

on the road to Emmaus

He walked with them, talked with them

they even felt His fire

but didn't know who He was


and strange as that may seem

how often have I been

the unnamed friend of Cleopas?

I, too, profess to know Him, know Him well

yet fail to recognize Him along the road




Taking the barley loaf in his hands

the stranger lifted it


Baruch ata Adonai

Eloheynu Melech ha Olam

ha motzie lechem

min ha'aretz


He tore it, offered it, and just as it fell

into reaching grasps

their astonished eyes recognized Him

and in that instant

He utterly vanished from their sight!


Leaping from the table, Cleopas and his friend

stumbled over each other

looking under, over, around, and around

knowing even as they did

it was True after all


As they looked at each other

their disbelief became relief

the sweet awakening of a deep Belief


for Truth visited them along the way

joined them at their table, broke their humble bread

They asked each other


Were not our hearts burning

as He talked with us on the road

and opened the Scriptures to us?


Now, blazing temples of Holy Fire

they suddenly knew their once shattered hearts

would never cool again




When I first found You, or You found me

I thought I'd go from strength to strength

pinnacle to pinnacle, joy to joy

and so it was for a season

when love was new


then the whirlwind came

thrashing through my world

upending all my securities

leaving me stunned, broken, alone

certain I would die


so I waited for You to save me

waited for prayers pleaded at Your scarred feet

to avail their just reward

for I believed in You, trusted, hoped

Eyes veiled, I couldn't find You

failed to recognize You along the road


Had I believed in vain?


Then You began to speak

not audibly, but  whenever I opened Your Word

Radiance, Glory, Unfailing Love

sprang from the page and became manifest

My heart blazed! I began to shine!


Now, on the other side of sorrow

I dare not forget my burning heart,

Your Glorious Presence

so I abide, remembering

it is You, my Jesus

Who walks with me along the road


Maude Carolan

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

is available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Happy Resurrection Day!


Until Resurrection Day...

He is Risen!...Alleluia!!!

Here is a brand new poem for Easter, 2021:

"Mary Magdalene" by J. Kirk Richards


Holy Land Pilgrimage, 2006


Vivid recollections swirl through my mind

as I recall sitting on a bench

gazing across the garden

at the open tomb

the great rolling stone

off to the side


I’d been there before

so because we were a large

band of pilgrims and because

it was our final day

and we had a flight to catch

those who had been inside

the empty tomb

were asked to wait

meditatively, outside


As I waited, I thought

about the significance

of that holy place


thought of Joseph of Arimathea

offering His new rock-hewn tomb

for the burial, and Nicodemus

bringing a hundred pounds

of myrrh and aloes to anoint

the Crucified Body


thought of the Pharisees

imploring Pilate to secure the grave

so the Body couldn’t be stolen

therefore the tomb was sealed

and guards placed there overnight


Thought of Mary Magdalene

finding the tomb open the next morning

and being startled by an angelic appearance

but Jesus’ Body wasn’t there

and I envisioned her running to the disciples

then Peter and John racing

to the tomb, to see for themselves

if what Mary told them

was true


and of Jesus, meanwhile

appearing to two disciples

along the Road to Emmaus

of Him explaining

the Scriptures to them

as their enlightened hearts

burned with holy fire


and of course, I thought

of Mary returning to the tomb

and Jesus appearing to her

gloriously resurrected—


and later that same evening

appearing to His disciples

behind closed doors

revealing the wounds

in His hands, His feet, His side


The empty Garden Tomb—


without a doubt

the most astonishing place on earth


Maude Carolan Pych

Note: I just received notification that my poem, "I'm Shrinking!" has won an Editor's Choice award in the 2021 Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest. There will be an awards ceremony and reading in February and the poem will be included in an upcoming edition of the Paterson Literary Review.

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
by Maude Carolan Pych
is available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.