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