Thursday, February 29, 2024

"I'm Not Jewish"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day



except that the sap

which rises

from sturdy old olive roots

flows through the veins

of this grafted branch


I’m not Jewish

except for my flesh

which still shudders

at the Shoah

 (of sisters and brothers

of the natural branch)

and the same root

and swears

I’d have done something...



I’m not Jewish

except for my feet

which have walked

the holy, well worn pathways

in Eretz Yisrael


except for my fingertips

which pressed petitions

between stones

of the Western Wall


except for my ears

which perk to the cantor’s

chanting of the Shema

the Aaronic Benediction

the Kiddush

over bread and wine


except for my eyes

which look

upon the Lamb,

my Atonement


except for my lips

which chant

ancient baruchas

to HaShem


I’m not Jewish

except for my heart

which bears the cloven mark

of circumcision


and loves Yeshua,

the Jewish Messiah

Who was pierced

for my transgressions

Who shed

His precious Jewish Blood

for me


Maude Carolan

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

"I've Read the End of the Book"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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Twice I heard Tony Campolo deliver

his famous and rousing sermon

It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Comin’!

at the Great Auditorium in Ocean Grove

Tony drummed home the point

that everything may look bleak on Friday, but…

come Sunday…Sunday changes everything!


Now, I’m not thinking of just any dark and bleak Friday

I’m thinking about the original Good Friday—

thinking the only reason I can bear

to contemplate that good and terrible day

is because I know

a few days later there was

a mind-blowing, miraculous Sunday—

…Resurrection Sunday!


The disciples didn’t have

the advantage I have—

They didn’t understand

life after death

couldn’t comprehend

atonement for sin

just didn’t get it

that their teacher and friend, Jesus

could die upon a cross

for the sins of the world

They didn’t realize

they were in the middle of miracles

Didn’t know the future—

Sure, they may have read portions of the Scrolls

but they didn’t have the whole wonderful Book

The ending wasn’t written yet!


I do have the whole Book

I’ve read ahead

and studied the pages      

I know that what follows

the Good Friday story

is the victorious hope-giving

hallelujah happy ending


I know my sins are forgiven

know I’m going to live forever

Yes, I know what happened next

and that makes all the difference


Maude Carolan Pych

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

is available online

at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.

Tuesday, February 27, 2024


 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

There's a song that Marty Goetz sings

titled "The Love of God," in which it says,

"Do you see, on that tree, the love of God?"

Do you see it?

It's beautiful...

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It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            Crimson streaming

            From His crown




            Onto my head,

                        Flowing down my face,

                                    Over my body,

                                                Covering my feet,

                                                            Making me whiter than snow.


It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            It’s agony.

            He calls for His Father,

            Writhes, gasps, thirsts.


                        Oh, the weighty burden

                        Of sin upon the Sinless One,

                                    The world’s,





            Ushering the covenant of salvation -

                        The world’s,




It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            It is finished.

            They take Him down

                        From the good and terrible Cross.


                        They place Him in the tomb.


                        They seal the rolling stone.

                        They guard His grave

                                    In awesome,





It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            His Body, gone.

                        Gone!  With power

                        In one resplendent moment -

                        Seal broken,

                                    Stone rolled,

                                                Earth jolted on its axis.


                        Angels appear, hallowing -

                                    Alleluia!  Alleluia!

                                                He is risen!


                                                            We live

                                                            Because He lives.


                                                                                    Oh! He is beautiful.



Maude Carolan

Monday, February 26, 2024


 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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Yes You are

The Miraculous Offspring

Of I Am



Yes You are

The Paschal




Our Atonement

Flowed down


Wooden beams


surrendered Life


Our Great Salvation


Yes it did


Suffering Servant

Lion of Judah

Sar ha Shalom[2]



Yes You are

Ha Mashiach[3]




You Are.


Maude Carolan

[1] Hebrew for Jesus

[2] Hebrew for Prince of Peace

[3] Hebrew for the Messiah

Here I am

with a copy of my book,

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych.

You can order it online

at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.

Sunday, February 25, 2024

"The Lamb Thread"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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Inspired by the April 2, 2021 message

delivered by Messianic Rabbi Jonathan Cahn

at Beth Israel Worship Center, Wayne, NJ.


Rabbi Jonathan delivers

his Good Friday message

with passion that is contagious

and just happens to be

about my favorite thread

in Scripture…the Lamb


He begins in Genesis 22

where lamb and love

are mentioned for the first time

It’s that mind-blowing chapter

when God put Abraham to the test

by telling him to sacrifice his only son

whom he loved, as a burnt offering

on Mount Moriah


so Abraham bound Isaac

and obediently raised

the glinting blade above the boy

but was stopped by the angel of the Lord


God provided

a substitute sacrifice that day

a ram—


Abraham named that place

Jehovah Jireh, God will provide

and in the fullness of time

God does provide a Lamb

on that very same mountain


I follow my rabbi’s thread

to Exodus 12, the Passover

as the Lord brought His people

out of bondage in Egypt

and saved them by the blood of the lamb


then listen as he speaks of sacrifices

in Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers

and the cleansing blood sprinkled

upon the mercy seat by the high priest

every year, on the Day of Atonement


The mystery continues to unravel

in Isaiah 53 with the astonishing foretelling

of the sacrifice of the Suffering Servant


Who was…pierced through for our transgressions

Who was crushed for our iniquities…


Who…Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter

and like a sheep that is silent

before its shearers…He did not open His mouth


The thread weaves its way to Daniel 9

the mystery of the Seventy Weeks

and the coming of Messiah

Who would be cut off/Crucified


I follow along, eagerly

flipping through pages of the Gospels

and listen afresh as John the Baptist proclaims


Behold the Lamb of God

Who takes away the sin of the world


remembering, the place, in the land of Moriah

where Abraham nearly sacrificed his son

is the very same location

as the Place of the Skull, Golgotha

where the Lamb God provided

was Crucified and died


Enthusiasm rises in Rabbi’s voice

and in my heart as he nears the end

of the thread that runs so true

without any loose ends

all throughout the Scriptures


He sums up his message

in the Book of Revelation

as the voice of many angels proclaim


Worthy is the Lamb that was slain

to receive power and riches and wisdom

and might and honor and glory and blessing


where resplendently jeweled

the New Jerusalem comes down out of Heaven

shining with the glory of God


where God Almighty and the Lamb

are its temple and the lamp is the Lamb


Hallelujah! Praise God Almighty—


God has provided His Glorious Lamb…for us!


Maude Carolan Pych

Saturday, February 24, 2024

"The Cross I Wear"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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“For God so loved the world, that He gave

His only begotten Son, that whoever believes

in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”

John 3:16 NASB


I have a little cross I wear

on a chain around my neck

It was a birthday gift

from my husband


The cross is gold, studded

with tiny diamonds

and a sapphire


It’s precious to me

beautiful to look at

and beautiful

for what it represents—

the death of My Savior


Ironic, isn’t it?


Ironic, like Good Friday

that something so exquisite

should remind me

of cruel injustice

excruciating suffering—

the Crucifixion of Jesus

Our Spotless Passover Lamb


Yet I actually do find it beautiful

because Jesus’ death on the Cross

is the fulfillment of John 3:16—

the purpose of God

from all eternity


It atoned for my sins

and yours

and culminated

with His glorious Resurrection


and that Resurrection

assures us of God’s promise

of life in Heaven forevermore


Nothing could be more



Maude Carolan Pych


Friday, February 23, 2024


A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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She was a real maiden

gracious and virtuous

so she trembled

as any girl might

at an angel’s visit

But she had real faith

in a real God

and she said, “Yes.”


She was a real woman

not blue-gowned in plaster

A poor carpenter’s wife

not an artist’s rendering

gilded and haloed

She bulged big with child

as she rode astride an ass

and during her real travail

brought forth a baby

in a Bethlehem stable


She was a real mother

He was a real son

She nursed him

changed him

bathed and cradled him

as any mother would

She smiled at his first word

saw him take his first step

and when he fell

and scraped his tender knees

she washed away blood

not yet deemed Precious

and soothed him

with soft lullabies


When he was twelve

and they discovered

he was missing

as they traveled home

after the Passover

she was anxious

as any mother would be

and heaved a great sigh

when they found him, safe

in the temple courts


Yes, she was a real mom

and he was a real son

so, it’s not surprising

it was she

who sensed his power

she who encouraged him to act

at the wedding feast

when wine stopped flowing

for she knew

she just knew…


and she was real

at the Crossbeams

Simeon had told her

long, long ago

a sword would pierce her

Though hers be bloodless

it penetrated sharp

and deep, as truly

as the gaping wounds

she now was powerless

to soothe


He looked down

from His agony

into hers—

gave her to mother

his friend

gave his friend

to be her son


It was always about love


She was a real mom

He is the real Savior


Maude Carolan

"Behold the Lamb...poetically"

by Maude Carolan Pych

is available online

at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.

Thursday, February 22, 2024

"Sometimes I Wish..."

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day

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A Prayer of Thanksgiving to my Savior


How can I tell

how can I show

how grateful I am

that You are my Savior?


Sometimes I wish

it were possible to

leave the roast in the oven

the suds in the sink


and follow my heart’s cry

to the land of the Bible

to climb Calvary’s hill

in beautiful Zion


Oh! If it were possible—


I’d fall to my knees

at the foot of the Cross

and wrap my arms tightly

‘round its stained wooden base


and press a trembling cheek

against the old splintered grain

and thank You for Love

so wide and so deep

beyond what I can fathom


then I’d kiss it and weep

kiss it and weep


and whisper, I love You

from the depths of my being

for I’m eternally grateful

Jesus, My Lord


Maude Carolan Pych

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

"The Scrapbook Grandma Made for Me."

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day



I picked up my grandchildren

at Saint Mary’s elementary school

They tossed their heavy backpacks

into the back of the car

got in and fastened their seatbelts

They know the routine—

don’t need to be reminded anymore


As we drove off

I could hear them in the back seat

talking about Lent and fasting

Dean and Alana gave up electronics

Their big brother Logan

now in high school

gave up chocolate

Dean asked, “Grandma

what did you give up?”


I told Dean I didn’t give up

anything this Lent, instead

I give Jesus a gift of new poems—

Some days I spend quiet time

writing poems that give glory to Him

and every day I post

a Lenten poem on my blog

Dean said, “Wow! That’s a lot

of poems, Grandma!”


I explained that it’s perfectly fine

to give up things for 40 days, but

sometimes people do other things

like donating to a charity

or visiting the sick

or baking cookies for an elderly neighbor

anything that draws them closer to God


Then I thought about my own grandmother—

She lived next door

when I was growing up

Grandma loved the Lord

and often talked to me about Him

She even made me a special scrapbook

with a cardboard cover

that she decorated with flowers

she carefully cut

from a Burpee seed catalog

The scrapbook contained pictures of children

kittens and puppies, and Howdy Doody

but more importantly, it contained

the 11 chapter story by Charles Dickens

that he wrote for his children in the 1840s

called, The Life of Our Lord

The story was published as a serial

in the Paterson Morning Call, in the 1950s


I still have that scrapbook

still appreciate that Grandma took the time

to make it just for me


It’s the kind of thing grandmas do—

Important things like that


Maude Carolan Pych

Here I am with a copy of my book,
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
It's a compilation of poems about
the Birth, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus,
written over a span of 30 years.
The book is available online
at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.