Sunday, November 1, 2020

Tuesday is a Very Important Day!

 Tuesday is a Very Important Day...

***Cast Your Vote! It's Election Day!***

And it's Hubby's 91st Birthday, Too!!!

Happy Birthday, Bob Pych!


For Robert Pych—November 3, 2020


Happy birthday, my darling—

Ninety-one is definitely worth celebrating!


because there’s so much to celebrate—

reasonably good health

great family, close friends

a comfortable life

but most of all

truly, truly, most of all

this is the perfect time to toast

enduring love, in these, our golden years


for we live a gentle life

with lots of I love yous

and spontaneous embraces

that generate smiles throughout the day


We take care of one another

and consider each other

in our own unique ways—

You’ve endured plenty of poetry readings

I’ve been known to flip

through magazines at the racetrack

We frequently gather at the Scrabble board

and squabble about those two-letter words

that you find so irksome

or by the TV, where we really, really try

to find something mutually agreeable to watch


Every evening we join hands in prayer to God

for all the people we love

and some we’ve never met

whose names are given to us by others


Who would ever have thought

love would keep on growing

and be so tender and sweet

as hair gets greyer

wrinkles get deeper

memories get muddier

and backs get achier

but the truth is

at least in our case, it does


May you live to be 100+, hubby!

Sto lat! Sto lat, my dear!!!

Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, October 25, 2020

"Life From the Dead Sea"

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Israel Pilgrimage—1986


There’s something mysterious

yet wondrous

about this great water body

that lies smooth and still

in the midst of utter barrenness

so salty, one can actually climb

and walk upon giant saline mushrooms

which rise up from sea bottom

at the lowest ebb on Earth


For millenniums it has taken

from the Galilee and Jordan

without giving—

refusing sustenance

to fish and flora

hoarding its rich minerals

and precious oils which intensify

in ongoing evaporation


People flock to its shores

from far continents

to bathe, buoyed

in lifeless waters that heal

They even slather their bodies

with its dark therapeutic mud

receiving restoration

from the deadest dead


One great day

the mighty arm of God

will reach down, down, down

to touch its lifeless liquidity

with miraculous rebirth

Its waters will spring to life!

Fish will thrive

Trees will bear magnificent fruit

along its lush and fertile shores


Maude Carolan

Maude with her latest book,
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

Available online
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Sunday, October 18, 2020

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Bob and I will be celebrating

our 14th Wedding Anniversary

this Wednesday...

Maude & Bob Pych--October 21, 2006

Here's an anniversary poem

written for my hubby...


For Bob, with love—10/21/2020


There’s a framed poem

hanging on our kitchen wall

that I wrote while we were

on our honeymoon


We were at the Pool of Bethesda

in the Holy land—

Our tour guide told us

Bethesda means

house of loving-kindness


At that precise moment, I vowed

our home would be Bethesda—

a house of loving-kindness


Today is our 14th anniversary

and that honeymoon promise

has held true


Our home is still our sanctuary—

our peaceful refuge


It is a humble dwelling

but the very place we are pleased

to return to when the key

turns in the lock


As we enter, you predictably quote

Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz:


There’s no place like home!


Those words

and our shared happiness

never fail to put a smile on my face


Happy anniversary, darling!


God bless you for being

the cherished personification

of loving-kindness in my life


Maude Carolan Pych


Sunday, October 11, 2020

Let's Take a Brisk Autumn Walk...

 "The falling leaves drift by the window

the autumn leaves of red and gold..."

calling us to go for a brisk autumn walk

and hear the crunch of leaves beneath our feet.

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I meander through woods

along a beaten pathway in North Jersey

and the music begins immediately


There’s chittering of crickets

and the cacophony of other insects

that are hanging on to life

until the frost, which will come soon

Leaves rustle in the trees

some whoosh past me

as they fall to the ground

and there’s a crunch

of dry ones beneath my feet


I hear an occasional snap of a twig

and the scamper of squirrels

or chipmunks, a raccoon

or field mice scurrying unseen

up and down tree trunks

or frolicking in the dense brush


There may be hidden deer or a bear

Some sounds I cannot identify


Birdsong completely fills the air

all kinds of birdsong—

chirps and coos

and warbles and squawks

I even hear the flutter

of wing flaps


Tying everything together

is the faintest whistling in the breeze

that feels something like tinnitus

ringing in my ears

but it’s not unpleasant


All the sounds blend together

into Nature’s symphony—

a serenade to my spirit

as I stroll


Maude Carolan Pych

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Sunday, October 4, 2020

A Visit to the Holy Land

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Israel Pilgrimage—1986


We’re at Chorazin, trying

to make ourselves comfortable

amid the ancient ruins

of the cursed city


I look for a patch

of dry grass to sit upon;

others sit on some rocks

Wayne[1] props himself

against an acacia tree


We’re wearing head coverings

to shield us from the sun—

It’s hot!


Beside us are box lunches

and water bottles

that we’ve brought

from the hotel


We open our Bibles

to Luke 10:13


Woe to you Chorazin;

woe to you Bethsaida…


Wayne begins teaching—


I think of Jesus—

imagine Him propped

against a tree

like Wayne


imagine myself at His feet—

like Mary of Bethany

like an apostle


imagine us opening

our lunch sacks—

barley loaves; some fish

fresh from the depths

of the Galilee nearby


imagine listening to every word

as the Master pronounces woes

on the unrepentant cities


That was nearly

two millennia ago—

This is 1986

It is Wayne who is explaining

the Scriptures to us

not Jesus


We offer praise to God

and sing Hallels from the Psalms

A few birds are chirping

The sun-scorched clumps

of grass are lumpy beneath me

I smell the dry earth

and swat at a few pesky gnats

Perspiration beads up on my brow

I wipe it away

It is, I suppose, much the same

as it was way back then


and as it was then for them

I want the Word

to take root inside of me—

be it woes and chastisements

be it beatitudes and blessings—

take root

as it did in Mary

as it did in the apostles


for I, too, am a disciple

of the Lord


Maude Carolan Pych

[1] Rev. Wayne Monbleau is the founder of Loving Grace Ministries and host of the Christian radio call-in counseling program, “Let’s Talk About Jesus.” He led this 1986 pilgrimage to Israel.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

The Return -- Washington, DC


Jonathan Cahn, blowing the shofar

at The Return, Washington DC, September 26, 2020


“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble

themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from

their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I

will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV


I grew up loving Jesus

and blessing the USA—

With my classmates every morning

I’d bow my head and pray.


God Bless America we’d sing

with heartfelt awe and pride

aware that God Almighty

was our nation’s Holy Guide


Our churches were full of people

and from our homes flags flew;

we saluted veterans, and

respected leaders, too.


We knew America was beautiful,

“God shed His grace on thee!”

then took that grace for granted

and failed to bend a knee.


The years have led us far off course;

and faith in God has waned—

Our leaders now get less respect.

The Bible’s been profaned.


In the shadow of 9/11

we live every day.

Many hearts are downcast;

many folks have lost their way.


So I’m praying for revival—

We need it desperately!

Let us repent before our God

with true sincerity.


When we return to follow Him

He’ll restore His loving grace.

From sea to shining sea, our Lord

will shine again His Face.


Oh, come and join your prayers to mine,

let’s do it every day.

Ask God to heal this troubled land

and vow to live His way.


Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, September 20, 2020

The Trumpet Call

 Pastor/Rabbi Jonathan Cahn

Sounding the Shofar at the Friday Evening Livestream

Rosh Hoshanna Service, Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ.



I reach for my sweater against the chill

The crickets are chittering

Sunflowers have shed their golden petals

and a few green tomatoes remain

abandoned on the vines

It’s September—

the High Holy Days are approaching


Soon I will gather with mishpoceh[1]

in the parking lot outside Beth Israel

We will observe Rosh Hoshanna

Rabbi Jonathan[2] will sound

his kudu shofar beneath the full moon—

Tekiah—Shevarim—Teruah—Tekiah Gedolah[3]


Sages tell us the first day of the month of Tishri

is the day God created the world

the world He so loved

the world He gave His only Son to save

The trumpeting reminds me

to reflect upon my relationship

with this God of my salvation

reminds me, humbly, to prepare for Yom Kippur


So I ponder the Day of Atonement

ponder the High Priest entering the Holy of Holies

sprinkling the blood of the sacrifice upon the Mercy Seat

ponder the sacrificed goat and the scapegoat

ponder forgiveness

ponder my sins, atoned for by Yeshua[4]

ponder my High Priest, the Perfect Sacrifice

Who offered His Very Own Blood

on my behalf


Next will be Sukkot

the Feast of Tabernacles—

From inside a leafy sukkah

I’ll be reminded of the sojourn of God’s people

to the Promised Land

reminded of my very own sojourn

toward God’s promise—

eternal life with Him

in Heaven


Maude Carolan Pych

[1] Mishpoceh is Hebrew for family.

[2] Rabbi Jonathan Cahn, worship leader of Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ.

[3] These are the various sounds of the shofar (ram’s horn) on Rosh Hoshanna.

[4] Yeshua is Hebrew for Jesus.

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