Happy Independence Day!
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Uncle Fred & Miss Liberty's Torch...
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Summertime Sky Dancers...
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There's something happy about butterflies.
They flit-flitter as they flutter by,
flying flowers against the azure sky.
They alight upon the milkweed, and then
they circle, soar and alight again,
toe-dancing on pink petals in the glen.
Ever dwelling in hue and sweet fragrance,
in garden splendor, they flicker as they dance.
Pollination is purely happenstance.
I delight in their overflow of joy.
(They wouldn't even know how to be coy.)
A flame of mirth! A whirligig! A toy!
Do they recall they once were grubby worms,
remember well their dark and squiggly squirms?
Reborn, now grace and beauty each affirms!
This almost seems to be sheer fantasy,
sky dancers as enchanting as can be,
springing from blossoms right in front of me!
So, merrily a-nectaring they go,
reaping and sowing sweetness in day-glow…
Seems they have learned what all of us should know.
In contemplation of their simple ways,
I wish to add their ballet to my days,
to sky dance Heavenward on wings of praise!
Maude Carolan Pych
Sunday, June 16, 2019
A Father's Day Tribute to My Dad...
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DADDIES!
The following poem is in memory of my father,
Frank H. Walsh...
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Come Holy Spirit...
|Today we celebrated Shevout/Pentecost|
at Beth Israel Worship Center
Pentecost 1979 is my Spiritual Birthday!
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ACTS, CHAPTER 2
when I read my Bible
I imagine myself
there, in the rumpled, dog-eared pages
where and when remarkable things
Oh, I wish I could’ve been
in the room that morning in Jerusalem
on the Day of Pentecost
when an astonishing sound
of rushing wind came from Heaven
and filled the place with the Holy Spirit
wish I could’ve been among
the crowd of bewildered people
clutching garments and belongings
securing food baskets and money bags
amid the sound of whirring wind
wondering what was going on
I would’ve seen with startled eyes
blazing tongues of fire appear
then split and rest above us all
would’ve heard the Galileans
miraculously uttering languages
they did not know
proclaiming good news
to people of every nation
Oh, joy! Euphoria!
I would’ve heard
preposterous ridicule and accusations
that we were drunk with wine
Drunk with wine so early in the morning!
Had I been there, I would’ve seen
Peter stand with his brethren
and quote the prophet Joel
and speak of Jesus
and call us to repent
and finally, would’ve witnessed
three thousand souls receive salvation
and I would’ve been in that number
Oh! How great that would’ve been
How exciting to imagine
but, I didn’t need to be there
God had other plans—
On another Holy Pentecost
His Spirit came to rest on me
just as surely as it did
on the early believers
in Jerusalem, that day
and just the same as they
I have been changed
Maude Carolan Pych
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Irises Are In Bloom
|Presby Memorial Iris Garden, Montclair, NJ|
THE IRIS GARDEN
I delightedly strolled
along an iris rainbow
one effulgent Sunday in May
while would-be VanGoghs
painted under sunbrellas.
God could’ve made irises gray,
but He’s as lavish with color
as He is with love.
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