Sunday, October 2, 2022

Yom Kippur is Almost Here


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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.

Sunday, September 25, 2022

It's Rosh Hoshannah...

 L'Shannah Tovah!

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It’s September

and I’m a gentile member

of a Messianic congregation

grafted into the Olive Tree

and excited to be celebrating the holy fall feasts


I look forward to gathering with believers

beneath the moon on Rosh Hoshanna

where our rabbi will stand upon a crate

and blow his long Yemenite shofar

tekiah…shevarim…teruah…tekiah gedolah

We’ll focus on repentance

and praise God for our atonement

through the sacrifice of Yeshua

grateful that our names are inscribed

in the Lamb’s Book of Life


and throughout the Days of Awe

we’ll examine ourselves carefully

for we desire to be right

with God and our fellow man

mindful that our God is a righteous judge

and all His ways are just and true

We know He will reward the righteous

and not allow the wicked to go unpunished


On Yom Kippur, the holiest

most solemn day of the Jewish year

we will celebrate deliverance

and salvation through our Messiah

who died for the sin of the world

We’ll proclaim our thanks and praise Him


Finally, it’ll be the Feast of Tabernacles

the glorious foretaste of Heaven—

My brothers and sisters

will build a sukkah out of tree branches

and decorate it with oranges and pomegranates

It’ll be sturdy enough to dwell in

and frail enough for us to see

starlight through the leafy roof

Our rabbi will wave the lulav

there’ll be water pouring and praise

and we’ll look ahead with joy to the day

we’ll all be in the Heavenly Jerusalem

dwelling with Messiah Yeshua, forevermore


Maude Carolan Pych

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Maude Carolan Pych

Here I am with a copy of my latest book,
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
It's available online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Sunday, September 18, 2022

A Dip in 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

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!" 
by Maude Carolan Pych

is a compilation of poems
about the Birth, Death & Resurrection
of Jesus.

It is available online
at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Sunday, September 11, 2022

The 9/11 21st Memorial

Remembering 9/11/01

and still praying for a true revival... 

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Written in the wake of the September 11, 2001, Attack on America


We’ve been told God doesn’t belong in our schools

He doesn’t belong in public buildings

not in the town square, not at baseball games

We may not pray to Him in our classrooms

His Name has been shushed from graduations

Our witness at work has been silenced

Crèches and menorahs have been removed from government properties

and replaced with roly-poly Santas, tinseled trees and dreidels

Christmas and Hanukkah have been neutered

with wishes of “season’s greetings,” “happy holidays”

We’ve been closeted by the separation of church and state

in this free country founded as a safe haven for religious freedom


but when those 767s flew into those magnificent towers, September 11th

when those great towers imploded, when thousands died tragically

and shockwaves of grief and terror riveted our planet

suddenly our churches filled

God’s name arose boldly on banners all across the land

It was posted, plastered, scrawled, and spoken

prayed to by the President, our leaders, newsmen

It appeared on school message boards

bumper stickers, lapel pins, buttons

It was superimposed upon flag decals glued to our windowpanes

It was emblazoned upon our chests on patriotic T-shirts

and it appeared over and over and over on subway prayer walls

along with Scotch-taped photos of those who were missing

Thousands proclaimed it loud and clear

at candlelight vigils and a prayer service at Yankee Stadium

and we all sang it with tears

“God Bless America,” our truer anthem


If we’ve been complacent; if we’ve swept Him aside

packed Him away in attic trunks

with things we thought we wouldn’t need anymore

He’s waiting with arms outstretched

love streaming from His eyes

and we need Him to heal our shattered hearts


Oh, let’s keep the “God Bless” in our “America”

and Americans, let us “Bless God”

O let us never let go of Him again


Maude Carolan

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Sunday, September 4, 2022

Labor Day, 2022...

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2 Chronicles 7:14


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 promise to follow 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, August 28, 2022

Free Gifts...

 It's the time of year when I drive around and thrill over sunflower gardens along the way. I have not yet stopped and gifted anyone with a booklet of my sunflower poems, but while working on today's blog post I printed out a booklet, stapled it together, and have it ready to lay on somebody's doorstep...

Maude's Sunflower Garden
from a photo taken a few years ago



For weeks now

I’ve been driving by a house

on Totowa Road

that holds no distinction

except for a vibrant flower garden

in front and around the side


What catches my glance

and causes me to smile

are perhaps thirty or forty

gigantic golden sunflowers

shouting for attention


Today I printed

eight sunflower poems

folded them neatly

and placed them in an envelope

decorated with a scribbled sketch

of a solitary sunflower

and a note saying

I love them, too!

and left the envelope

by the front door

of the house, I often pass


Sometimes I leave bereavement poems

on a table at a neighborhood mausoleum

or give copies of my chapbook

The Widow’s Song

to newly widowed friends

Sometimes I mail poems

about butterflies

to people who love them

and regularly post poems on my blog

about God’s love and His mercy

with the hope

of reaching those

who need encouragement


When the one who gifted me

with a garden full of sunbursts

opens the door today

I hope my simple poems

generate a smile


Maude Carolan Pych

Maude Carolan Pych

Here I am with my book of poetry

about the Birth, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus.

It's titled, "Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

and is available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Sunday, August 14, 2022

Another Sunflower Poem...

 From my bountiful bouquet of sunflower poems

I've picked another to share with you today...

A sunflower from Maude's garden in 2018.


Lafayette, New Jersey, September 1, 2001


God’s abundance wows me

from a sprawling field of sunflowers

which tower above

on thick woody stalks


They lift great ochre heads

framed in ragged haloes

of yellow gold

to shine sunrays upon me

like God’s own radiant face

amid a communion of saints

and I must smile back


Their leaves

are big green hearts

In their midst

my own heart

grows and greens


How God loves me!

He astonishes His child

with wondrous whimsies


Soon, when the season ends

they’ll just nod their weary heads

and shed their golden haloes

on the ground


and bequeath their gift of seed

to ravens of the air

which will feast festively

upon God’s abundance

unto them


Maude Carolan

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Sunday, August 7, 2022

Some Flowers Make Me Smile...

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Sunflowers make me smile—

because they’re absolutely outrageous!

They’re taller than a beanstalk

and way, way larger than a flower should be


They easily pass me in height

and keep right on growing

Each stately stalk and its sturdy leaves

go up, up, up like a ladder to Heaven

and when that flower bursts into bloom

it lights up my whole backyard

like the sun’s come down for a visit

All the shaggy petals are golden sun rays

shining upon me, while

the bees buzz busily

sucking in nectar


I think God made sunflowers

to cause us to look up and take notice

of His handiwork and His generosity


His Love, too! The bigness of it!

His magnificent magnanimousness!


Oh! It’s certainly no wonder—

Whenever I see sunflowers

they always, always, always make me smile J


Maude Carolan Pych

Here I am

Smiling under my sunflower...

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"Wonderhoods" and

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

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Sunday, July 31, 2022

The Boardwalk Pavilion

I'm excited to tell you that I'll be sharing two poems from my book, "Behold the Lamb...poetically!" at "The Love of God" women's seminar, Saturday, August 6th, at Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ. Admission is free. Advance registration is required.


 Here's another Ocean Grove poem...

Ocean Grove Beach Pavilion



This glorious summer Sunday morning—


We’re drawn eastward

from north, south, and west

by the magnetic pull

of God’s love-force


Drawn, to the old wooden pavilion

to the Atlantic, the Jersey shore

to the boards at God’s Square Mile—

Ocean Grove. Drawn


wearing khaki and denim

tees and tanks

sundresses, flip-flops

carrying water bottles

carrying Bibles

fanning ourselves

with song sheets


We fill the benches

then spill over

into the periphery

onto folding chairs, lawn chairs

beach blankets. Some stand

Some look for shade


It’s 80-plus and breezy

The sky, clear

The sea glistens

Waves slap the shore

merrily. We’re merry


Vacationers stroll past

Some peer; some stop

some smile; some don’t

Bikers pedal by

joggers jog


Hymnsong; guitar-strum

Son-smiles; praise dance

heart-moves; Kidz church



Agape flows outward



Sea mist rises like incense

upward, Heavenward

toward the One



We bask in the warmth

of His smile


of His warm, sunshiny love


Maude Carolan Pych


"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

is available online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.

Sunday, July 24, 2022

The Monarchs are Endangered

 I read online that the western monarch butterflies are at risk of extinction. The following snippet was posted on Google two days ago: "Its population has dropped by an estimated 99.9 percent over the past 40 years, from ten million in the 1980s to 1,914 in 2021. Experts are concerned that not enough butterflies remain to keep the population alive."

I wrote the following poem in the early 1990s...

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 There Used To Be Butterflies in New Jersey


I remember the day the monarchs held court on Cupsaw Beach

And filled the air with tangerine profusion

As they soared and danced with natural choreography.


There used to be butterflies in New Jersey.

They haven’t left completely,

But I see fewer every year

And miss their lilting frivolity, color, and grace.


Today, I strolled a lane in South Carolina,

And was gifted with more species than I know,

The sum greater than I’ve seen in years.

Praise God, they simply filled my heart with joy

As they danced with gay abandon among the wildflowers.

They flitted against the sky with petal-soft wings

As resplendent in hew as the blooms

They landed momentarily upon, then sprang

Into fanciful Fantasia pirouettes.


Maude Carolan

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