Merry blue eyes and laughter
Ever loving and caring father
Moments of quiet conversations
Of his life experiences and wisdom.
Retelling lighthearted stories of his youth
In fond remembrance of what he used to do.
Eager with friends and family to celebrate
Sharing his smile and love during the holidays.
Overworked in the fields and at the mine:
Filled with family duty to provide.
Days camping near a Hatfiield lake;
And fishing at a favorite place.
Determined to live and remain strong;
No longer on earth but alive in heaven.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD
NOW EXPLORING THE REALMS
Let me hear again your sweet voice
and the subtle sound of your gentle laughter.
Oh, to again see your smiling face would
fill my heart with awe and wonder.
And to once more take a quiet stroll
together along the old field road
while enjoying the quietness of the eve
as blows a soft summer breeze.
Oh, to also sit quietly by your side
while the day peacefully transforms to night.
Soaking in the warmth of your love
as tender moments silently slip by.
How I wish I would have known
that was the last time we would speak on the phone
Chatting away below that silent, watchful moon;
How I regret hanging up too soon.
The only comfort I now have is
a picture in my heart and soul
of you living a wondrous life
tending to the Lord’s beautiful garden
in the realms of God’s heavenly kingdom.
Happy Mother’s Day
to you, Mom,
living in glory and splendor of Heaven
Arrival of fluttering and twittering birds
Blue jays, robins and flocks of Canadian geese.
Choir of joyful honks, tweets, and staccato chirps
Descending and floating on a gentle, warm breeze.
Ever minute leaflets and sporadic
Foliage of soft lemon green.
Grass blades sprout and appear;
Hope takes silent wing
Infiltering the warmer air.
Jagged tree limbs gently swish and sway in
Kindred orchestrated choreography.
Long slender branches in dancing display;
Moving, waving rhythmically.
New aromas permeate the wafting wind;
Over the fields and upon the meadows
Purple and white lilac blossoms
Quietly add their sweet-scented seasoning.
Red tulips; also, white, orange, pink and yellow
Softly paint the land in a colorful rainbow.
Tender green clover and dandelions sprout
Underneath the warm rays of a sunbeam.
Vivid blue, the sky illuminates its hue
While ushering in with joyful
Year’s new season of Spring;
Zippered between the start of summer and
Winter’s reluctant and blustery end.
(Paraphrase of Psalms 23)
Jesus is my Keeper; I’ll be content
as He leads me day by day
to pleasant places
to be renewed in him
along life’s pathway.
Although I often stumble through
many trials and snares,
I’ll not be dismayed
by the evil doer
as Jesus calms my fears.
How my Lord continues to
keep sustaining me
with daily showers of his
blessings with love,
mercy, and peace.
Now I know that without a doubt,
His goodness will stay with me
all the days of my
until heaven’s gates I see.