First of all, I want to announce that one of my poems is being featured on the "Circles of Faith" blog, beginning Monday, June 29th. The title of the poem is, "I Can't Make You Love Him". I hope you'll click on the following link and check it out: http://www.CirclesOfFaith.org.
The poem I've selected to post here this week is "A Cup of Water from Jacob's Well". It is from my little book of poems, "A Pilgrim's Quest--A Poet Visits the Holy Land". The poem is about a visit to Jacob's Well in Shechem, during my first pilgrimage in 1986.
Happy Father's Day to all the outstanding fathers in our family...they are all loving, "hands-on" dads, good providers, training up their children in the way they should go. I'm so proud of them...God bless them all!
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The poem I've selected for Father's Day is one written in memory my father, Frank H. Walsh. It is a rather humorous rhyme written about something I tried to do to please him after he retired and moved to Florida, where he couldn't find any Limburger cheese...
DADDY’S LIMBURGER CHEESE
I’ll tell you a story
that’s funny and true;
I promise I’m not
pulling wool over you! It's a story about really wanting to please...
about sending my
Remembering back when
I was a child,
coaxing Dad to eat a
cheese that was mild
because his selection
smelled like dirty feet!
We hated his favorite TV snacking treat.
It was not genteel;
no lifting of pinky—
anti-social and stinky!!!
We wrinkled our
noses, grimaced and fumbled…
As he smacked his
lips, we mumbled and grumbled!
Then Daddy retired to
land of beaches and
palms and warm weather fun,
but something was
missing, he told us, to tease…
he just couldn’t find
any limburger cheese!
So, I secretly sent
him cheese in the mail…
Of course, I was
careful to package it well.
As he drove from the
post office…What smelled bad?
What on earth did his
daughter send her old Dad???
A fragrance wafted in
the tropical breeze…
the pungent aroma of
At home he unwrapped
his stinky boxed gift…
the cheese had
EXPLODED! Phew! What a whiff!
I went to the cheese
shop in my neighborhood
and asked them to send some, sealed up well and
They wrapped it
expertly, so snug and secure…
smelled it walking in the post office door!!!
Back to the shop I
went with my sad story—
They said they’d try
again. They were so sorry.
So, they triple wrapped it the best that they
This time when Dad
opened it…Lo! It was good!!!
I picture Dad
sitting, incredibly pleased—
with fruit and some
Ritz and his limburger cheese!
the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches
wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing.” Rev 5:12NASB
It’s all about…The Lamb is a quarterly publication for followers of Yeshua/Jesus, the Holy Lamb of
God, and people who enjoy poetry. The purpose is to magnify our Lord and Savior and inspire an ever-deepening relationship with Him, the lover of our
JUNE IS BUSTING OUT
ALL OVER…Finally!!! After the harsh winter, it’s so good to see windows
open with curtains fluttering, the glorious sun shining in and at the beaches,
people sunning under umbrellas and splashing and swimming in the ocean, lakes
and swimming pools. I love it!
POETRY WORKSHOP IN
enrolled in a spring poetry workshop sponsored by the Montclair Adult School at
the Montclair Library. It is being led by Laura Freegood, who is stretching us
in new ways during each exciting session.
is a member of my congregation, Beth Israel Worship Center in Wayne, NJ. She’s
been writing and sharing poetry for many years. Actually, she told me she began
writing poems at the age of seven, with help from her father. “Writing has
become a true anchor to my Rock…that being, God,” she said. “It helps me become
aware of the connection we have to Grace.”
recently let me know that her son, Adam, a cancer survivor, is scheduled to
have major surgery soon. “This poem and all the others that I write, help me to
focus on what is really important in my life” she said. She sent the poem to
some friends via email. After reading it, I asked if I could share it here and
Barbara agreed. This poem rhymes and is titled, “Redemption”.
join Barbara in praying for Adam’s healing.
browsed through my poems to select one to include in this edition and found one
about pilgrimage. After reading it over, I decided to make a few revisions. I
added this, omitted that, changed this, tweaked that. I’m always making
revisions in an effort to make my poems stronger and better. This poem was originally
written in 2012. It is about a personal experience during my first pilgrimage
to Israel in 1986 with Wayne Monbleau, host of the “Let’s Talk About Jesus”
radio program. I call it, “Blessed at the Mount of Beatitudes”.
hope you enjoy Barbara’s poem and mine.
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do not claim to know the way that God, my Father plans
only know His promises are coming on our lands
God’s Kingdom comes in power for every heart to claim
just say yes to all God has, He shares His Holy Name
prayer was given long ago, but so few stop to see
truth of love, forgiveness brings, the truth to set us free
claim no wisdom, no great power, no specialness at all
everyone I’ve come to know, with fear I too will fall
Glory be to God, my King, who paid the price in full
HERE AND NOW FOR US; beloved, that’s no bull!
Since I celebrated my birthday on Wednesday, I've decided to share a poem about my birth. It's about the preciousness of life and how my brand new life nearly came to an end a day or two after it began. This poem was written two years ago.