Sunday, December 2, 2018

Two Christmas Poems for the Price of One

This year for Christmas I decided to do Christmas cards.  I haven't done cards for a long time as until last year I'd send out a letter and a poem for the occasion.  Last year I started sending ecards to those whose emails I had but they have gotten mixed reviews.  I do like sending ecards for birthdays and anniversaries as the cost of the "store bought" variety is getting insanely expensive.  Seems such a waste since the reality is that the recipient opens it, reads it, says, "Awww" and discards it. Such a waste.
Well, this year I received so many "free" cards from organizations I've contributed to one or twice and had a stockpile of at least 75.  So I wrote a poem and enclosed it in the cards and sent them on to friends and family.  Tonight's first offering is the poem that I enclosed in my sent cards and the other I wrote today and wished this was the poem I had sent with my cards.  Hope you like them and
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

THE CHRISTMAS CARD
By Patty Lynn

The candles are glowing and outside it's snowing.
It looks like an old Christmas card!
The scenes taking shape, what more would it take,
Perhaps, a few deer in the yard?

The church in the distance adds its touch of Christmas
With a steeple that's lit by the moon.
As this scene comes together it's hard to remember
The dog days, those hot days of June.

The kids squeal with glee as you light up the tree
And they eye all the presents and bows.
Will their wishes be granted, would the toys that they wanted...
Be in there or will there be…CLOTHES!

All this is so typical and just so predictable
But something is missing from this.
Have you retold the story of the Babe who brought Glory
Or have you’ve been sadly remiss?

How long since you told that story of old,
Giving children and loved ones the key?
For it's His birth, you see, that saved you and me.
He loves unconditionally!!

So as you prepare for the customs you share,
Remember the “real" reason why
We celebrate Christmas, God's love & forgiveness
Came down with that Babe to supply.


CHRISTMAS BABE
By Patty Lynn

Thanksgiving now is over, I mean the eating part;
I hope we'll still be grateful, all year & from the heart.
But does it all continue, throughout the year, I mean?
Do we look into our loved one's eyes or look down at our screen?

Technology's a marvel, the things we now can do,
But if the cost for humankind is ignoring me & you,
Is the whole thing really worth it, if we sacrifice each other?
Is looking down and “far away" really worth the loss, I wonder?

But this was not the reason for my poem tonight, not this,
No, rather I was going to say, it's Christmas time, resist...
The spending, if it's way too much, the eating overdone,
But rather let's enjoy it all, with loved ones, everyone

And most of all remember that Christ came at Christmas time,
Was lowly born to save the world for Heaven all sublime.
He didn't have a fanfare to announce His regal birth,
This baby had an angel choir to proclaim it to the earth.

I wish that I had heard their song, the choir that filled the sky,
And if I saw His precious face, I know that I would cry
Because each baby that I see elicits tears from me,
But seeing Him, the Bethlehem Babe, a torrent you might see.

I know a gift as that would be a gift for all the ages,
But keep in mind that awesome gift is one that still amazes,
For every Christmas that you spend with family & friends
It celebrates the Baby’s birth, the gift that never ends.

The Savior of the world was born that we might live forever,
Not on the earth but evermore with Him, our greatest treasure.
And all He asks is merely this, believe His promise true,
He came, He died, and rose again, all this for love of you!

Thursday, November 1, 2018

A COMMENTARY ON MY COMMENTARY - Previously Unpublished

I spoke with one of my 'followers' today, someone who generally comments on my most recent offering and I guess I was surprised by the reaction to my poem called, Embers. The reader felt it was a 'downer,' a bit depressing.  I know my poetry typically deals with more lighthearted subjects but, as I said in the blog's preface, I had a heavy heart about all the tragic things that have been happening in this world of ours and I wanted to express that. 

Once I did I guess you could say I made a plea to the reader to realize there are things we can do to improve the world we live in, one person, one family at a time.  I made reference to the Golden Rule, a concept that everyone is familiar with, no matter if you're a Christian or not because it makes simple sense and I think we sometimes lose sight of this principle.  To me, if you treat other people the way you would like to be treated yourself, it would be a much kinder, simpler and more pleasant world.

In closing, let me say if any of you out there felt the same about the poem, Embers, it was not my intent to bring anyone down, rather I needed to express the heaviness in my heart and point out some of the simple things we could do to make some positive changes.

THE INNOCENT SWEETNESS OF CHILDREN - Prerviously Unpublished

Today is November 1st, 2018.  I had just published my most recent poem when I noticed that this was considered a DRAFT which meant it was never published.  So as I read this entry dated November of 2011,  I was instantly taken back to a day in the life of my now 12-year-old grandsons.  I remember this day as if it were yesterday, the two of them so sweet and innocent, and of course, how precious! If you don't have grandchildren yourself I pray that you will at some point because what we who do can say unequivocally, the love for your grandchildren is indescribable and deep.  Regardless, I couldn't let this to go unpublished, though it will always be remembered!


Today was an exceptionally beautiful day. My daughter and my two grandsons were here.  Because Ian was working with his Mom upstairs, Gavin, Grandma and Sprout had some special one on one time.  Who's Sprout? Sprout is a hand puppet that I include in some of my Sunday School lessons and is a particular favorite of both my grandchildren. They love to have Grandma simulate a little boy's voice and engage Sprout in conversation. In the past, both boys want Grandma's attention at the same time while wishing to have her all to themselves. But today Gavin wanted to go downstairs to share his gears and gearbox with Sprout, explaining each one and what it does to Sprout's willing ears and probing questions.

Now don't be mislead. Neither one of them believes Sprout is a real boy but they do like pretending that he is. The conversation is directed at the puppet but there is the frequent eye dart to Grandma's mouth, as well.  Today the conversation dealt with the gears, favorite foods, favorite colors, monsters, school and learning letters and sounds, and...the list goes on.

It was so adorable to hear this little four-year-old, so genuine, so animated, just bubbling over with so many things and, of course, I was privileged to be a part of it. It was like having a bird's eye view of two little boys getting to know one another, discussing what they liked and what they liked to do. I've got to say it was wonderful just having Gavin to myself while Ian was doing an activity with his mom upstairs.  Regardless, these moments are ones I will always treasure!

THE NAMELESS FACELESS THING

About 10 days ago I came down with a mystery illness.  I call it that because it was never given a name and so started the downward spiral.  Now I could explain what I mean by all that but today's poem does a good job of doing just that.

THE MYSTERY
By Patty Lynn

In keeping with the season, all Halloween and scary,
I'll tell you of my mystery, read on, but please be wary!
You see, I've got a tale to tale, a tale that I confess...
Is one I've lived, am living now, to say the least, I'm stressed!

It's started back a week ago, when Frank had quite a scare.
He felt a little off, he said, but evidence was there...
That indicated he should see His doc to check it out
Who told him that the ER was his best & clearest route.

And so we went to have the tests, the pokes and all that meant
But all we got was, “We don't know”(so hardly time well spent.)
“We'll say that you came in today with lower quadrant pain...
But we think that diverticulitis is to blame.”

My theory is that we came home with something unforeseen,
A virulent, atypical kind of viral bug, I mean,
That grabbed me, shook me, threw me down and took me for a ride,
That caused me to feel very sick, from inside to outside.

So though they couldn’t name it, they knew what it was not,
“We know it's not bacterial, but don't know what you've got.” 
A mystery, it surely is, this nameless, faceless “thing."
But while they threw their hands up, to this I clearly cling...

That now they had to face the fact that knowing it was viral,
They didn't have a single thing, no drug or treatment vital
To offer me, to cure this thing, it had to run it’s course,
Which meant that I could now go home, believe me, no remorse!

The mystery is still just that, a bug without a name,
But now I'm home where I prefer, and no one is to blame.
I'm glad to be in my own home in jammies, not a gown.
I know I'll lick this bug from here, can't keep this good gal down!

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

What's IN A NAME?..

My house is work zone right now, so all the things I'd be doing are on hold.  Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled as we're FINALLY getting the new floors I've wanted since we moved in, 10 plus years ago.  What we're replacing is some very worn out sheet vinyl in our kitchen & both bathrooms.  Did I mention that I've hated them, for 10 plus years?
Well, I did, so we saved up the money and are now having them REPLACED with what is known as Luxury Vinyl Tile.  It looks like ceramic tile but is not hard and cold,
So, in the midst of the midst, I thought I'd write a little poetry.  The idea for the little girl's name actually came to me in bed about a week ago and I've been writing, on & off, ever since.  I certainly hope you like it.

MADE TO ORDER
By Patty Lynn

A little girl named Zelda has the strangest middle name.
I didn't want to tell her that, since mine is much the same.
I don't mean that my middle names the same as what hers is,
But it’s a little different so I get laughed at by most kids.

My parents liked the sound of it, the lilting on their tongues.
It's called alliteration and this how it comes,
Each word, each name begins the same, they have the same first letter.
Now if I tell you my whole name, you'll understand it better.

My name is Patty Palentine, my middle names, Penelope.
It kinda is mouthful, but it’s sorta like a melody.
But Zelda’s name is different, her middle names unusual.
It doesn't start with Z at all, it’s X, I'm being truthful!

I'm serious, I mean it, her names Zelda X. Zackly.
Her middle name is Xenia, it's really not that wacky...
Because her Mom just loves that name & that is why she picked it,
So think real hard, don’t judge her choice and please don't just dismiss it.

The best part is, at least to me, the thing I love about it,
(And when you hear the reason why, I know that you won't doubt it)]
Is Zelda is the happiest when she’s counting all her blessings.
We all could learn a lot from her, could really learn a lesson...

‘Cause when she counts she always starts with Jesus at the top,
Then family, friends, her school, her pets, continues and can't stop.
You see, when you are thankful, like Zelda, you're content.
So if you count your blessings, too, your time's not better spent.

Yes, Zelda lives her faith, it’s true, is grateful every day.
She shows her love and gratitude in lots of different ways.
Just think about it, ponder it, her name is perfect for her,
A thankful girl who loves her Lord, her name is made to order.










Monday, September 10, 2018

It's All About the Shoes

Yesterday I was actually looking forward to wearing the shoes I bought in May, a simple black cloth flat I had finally found that fit, or so I thought.
I had tried on over twenty pair of shoes to find them.  I'd worn them around the house so I was sure they were winners, but yesterday it was a different story.  I wore them while I got ready and suddenly it became clear that they weren't going to work.
I never thought there'd come a day when I would have to wear tennis shoes to Church! I was mortified, simply mortified!! So when I got home I set about the task of finding a receipt from May.  Impossible?  I was sure of it. From May, come on.  But I don't believe it, I went to the closet, picked up a Kohls bag & inside it was the receipt. I couldn't believe it!  So I took them back & tried to look for a replacement but lost interest.  This is ridiculous, shoes!!

FOR THE LOVE OF SHOES
by Patty Lynn

We women, we’re predictable, we all have this affliction.
Our love of shoes can't be denied, some say it's an addiction.
It starts when we are very young, perhaps with Mary Janes.
No matter it's the shoe that's IN, and boys, they just complain…

Because they think it's silly, the fuss we make about them.
They just don’t understand it all, how we can't live without them
But secretly they have their own obsession with athletics
The ones their favorite stars endorse, we girls think it's pathetic.

Regardless, girls or boys love shoes, though girls get more publicity.
The love of shoes can sometimes get to be an eccentricity.
And I confess that I grew up possessing such a bent
I had a strong desire for shoes and added this lament:

The shoes must be the current style, no matter how they hurt
And more than that must match the purse, was something I'd assert.
I grew up when those pointed toes were what the IN girls wore.
Those casual or dressed up shoes were something of a horror.

But that was just the way it was and so you followed suit.
What was the end result, you ask, what came of this pursuit?
Well, now I'm in my seventies with feet that don't conform,
I still love shoes but these old feet are hardly uniform…

Or even the same size, that's right, so really, I need two.
The left foot is a six point five but for the right won't do.
A whole size larger I should get, but that can be expensive;
Explaining how this came about's a story quite intensive.

How many clerks who ask if they can be of some assistance,
Are comfortable with what has been the bain of your existence?
And yet they try to help you out when really what they want
Is to be anywhere you aren't and not your confidant.

So there it is my tale of woe, with feet so hard to fit,
Just trying to find shoes that work, that is the gist of it.
A simple pair of black cloth shoes that I can wear to church
And I can say, “I've found the ones and I can stop the search!”






Saturday, September 8, 2018

INSPIRED BY A PROJECT

This summer rather than the regular once a week Jesus Time with my grandchildren, I came up with the idea of a summer project.  The one boy was pretty good at taking pictures so I had him take pictures of God's creation, you know trees, flowers, animals, etc. Once he had done that, I took his pictures a put them in a hard copy book and self published it.  He did the photos and the captions and we called it, GOD'S WONDERFUL CREATIONS. It turned out beautifully.
Then my other grandchild's project was creating a video (we're calling it a short film) entitled, THIS IS ME. In the movie we see him as a child of God, his life and interests, his house inside & out, interviews of his Grandma, his Pops and his brother, and commentary through out. He's almost finished editing & come his birthday (he's turning 12 at the end of September)we're going to have a private showing for friends & family.  It's going to be great!
So that was my inspiration for tonight's poem.

GOD IS IN EVERYTHING
By Patty Lynn

We hustle and we bustle and hurriedly we run
Doing what is so important before each day is done.
But in our rush to do it all, we miss what God has made,
The wonders that surround us all, His handiwork displayed.

Just stop and look, you'll see it all, the beauty that surrounds us.
God's hand has made it all, my friend, His power, it astounds us!
For which of us could match such power, how could we replicate…
The smallest of His creature’s far beyond what we’d create.

And yet though we're surrounded by the workings of His hand
We're often so preoccupied these eyes of ours just scan…
What I would call, periphery, we hardly even see...
The depth and breath of what is there, though not deliberately.

We miss so much, the grandeur, the enormity of this,
The clear, unbounded, magnitude we somehow just dismiss,
And yet our God’s creation is there for all to see.
One wonders if He often says, “What fools these mortals be!”

Yes, we are fools if we don't see this world that God's created,
Because much more than these, my friend, what can't be overstated,
Is how His love surpasses all, for us it's unconditional.
No matter what, God will forgive, that’s fact, no, it's not fictional!

So never let your life become devoid of observation,
So busy that your miss God's hand in every situation.
For He is there in sights and sounds, His love's there for the taking.
Just breathe, slow down, and you will find, all things are of His making.