A friend recently was the victim of unattentive driving when someone on their phone rear-ended her and pushed her car into the car in front of her. The night I learned of this, the evening's devotion was based on this passage in Romans 5:3-5.
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
Thursday, October 7, 2021
THE MASTER’S BREATH
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Monday, October 4, 2021
Most of you know that my favorite time of year is Autumn. I was born in October but that really had nothing to do with my love the Fall. It's just so beautiful, this wondrous time of year, the colors, the cooler temps, the seasonal change. So it was all of those things that inspired me to write a brand-new poem this morning and here is the result.
DON'T COME UP EMPTY
Friday, September 17, 2021
By Pat Severin
I’m sure when you’ve found clarity, when it has finally come,
You’ve said the light, indeed, has dawned and you can proceed from…
The point which had confused you, the way is clear at last
And you can leave it all behind, that point is in the past.
But have you ever looked at LIGHT, the light that made things clear
And even made connection to God’s Word, because it’s here?
It says He’s called us out of dark, His Light will light our path.
So when your life is fraught with doubt, He’s there on your behalf.
There may be times when things seem dark but God has pledged to you,
Whatever may be on your mind, He’ll always see you through.
Don’t be content to figure out your problems when they come,
Go to Him first, He’s in control, for Light, He is the One.
That’s what He meant when He explained that He is your pure Light.
Why stumble in the darkness then, His clarity is bright?
Our lives are full of days when we are faced with doubts and fear.
So take Him at His Word and know, the Light will make it clear.
Friday, September 3, 2021
By Patty Lynn
I guess it’s now a waiting game, there’s much that you have done,
I pray you’re giving it to God, that must be number one.
But that is only part of it, your psyche has to work...
Believing this will turn out right, from that you cannot shirk.
Oh, you could justify your doubts and add some good excuses,
But all in all you’d soon find out, what really is the use of…
That worrying and fretting, the “what if-ing things to death.
It truly serves no purpose and it’s simply wasted breath.
So best to set those thoughts aside, God knows the final outcome.
Just pray that you will conquer this and walk in freedom’s sun.
And so the fight to beat this thing continues, yes, it does.
Survival is the ultimate, the goal for you because...
We want to have you in our lives and you in ours, it’s true,
We think the world’s a better place, and it’s because of you.
There’s no one you has given more and yet has more to give...
For fighting this and what it takes, yes, fighting hard to live.
Your battle is continuing and I’m all-in with you,
Invested in what lies ahead and daily praying, too,
That God will strengthen you to fight to keep on keeping on.
Whate’er you face, God give His grace, until this battle’s won.
Thursday, August 19, 2021
IF THERE WAS...
By Pat Severin
Tuesday, August 3, 2021
I'm sure you all know by now that I've been sending poems of encouragement to someone who's dealing with an incurable cancer. I mail them every week. usually on Friday so that he has it on the weekend. The poem below will go out on Friday.
THE HAND OF THE DIVINE
Saturday, July 24, 2021
On February 23rd I wrote a story about my favorite house as a five-year-old. That same story I've been working on in poem form and I finished it tonight. So here is:
WHEN YOU’RE LITTLE
By Patty Lynn
My family moved when I was five into a brand-new house.
It wasn’t NEW but new for us, my Mom & Dad had doubts.
We’d had a house, brand spanking new, but that house cost too much.
And they both knew that this old house would need some fixing up.
But I was not aware of that, I simply knew this house
It was for me, a girl of five, what dreams were all about.
It had a very pointy roof, a perfect chimney, too,
Just right for dear, old Santa Claus and all he has to do.
When entering my house you’d see my very favorite spot,
A window seat where I would sit and read the books I got…
From school or from the library or gifts from Grandma, too.
I kept the card she sent that said, “I hand-picked these for you!”
It had a huge-sized living room and had a rounded wall.
I’d never seen that kind before nor since, that I recall.
I’ll take you to my kitchen next, it’s got so many cupboards!
They go up to the ceiling but my Mom and Dad discovered…
That they will need a kitchen stool to reach the very top.
Mom says for things we seldom use, that’s just the perfect spot!
But there behind the kitchen was another room I loved.
My Mom created something there, just look, it’s up above…
Look up, upon the ceiling, there, Mom made a whole night sky.
There’s lots of stars and I would stare and I will tell you why…
I loved pretending that my nap was underneath the stars.
I'd make believe that I could see the Moon and sometimes Mars!
We moved away when l was eight, but didn't move too far
l still could walk to my same school and didn’t need the car.
I thought about that house, a lot, l wondered if it was…
The way it was when I lived there, wished I could see because…
It’s been four years so I don't know the way that house is now
But one day, quite surprisingly, was able to see how.
Mom sent me to the grocery store and I met someone there…
Who said she lived “right up the block” I wanted to know where.
She said her house was painted white and had a pointy roof!
O, could it be, my favorite house? I listened for some proof.
I told her what the address was and she said, “Yeah, that's it!”
When I heard that, I've got to say, my heart, it lept a bit!
“That’s my old house. I loved each day…every single minute...
That I was in that house of mine, time that I spent in it…
Was something I'll remember for a very long, long time!
“You'll have to come, I’ll ask my mom, I’m sure she’ll say it's fine"
We got each other's numbers and she called me that next day.
I answered and my new friend said, “My Mom said it’s OK!”
And there I was inside the house, there was my window seat.
It looked so different still I thought, A perfect place to read!
Then straight ahead the living room, that famous rounded wall,
But, wait a minute, something’s wrong, this living room is…small!
Now, this is strange, the kitchen, sure, the kitchen is just HUGE!
I headed there and said a prayer, O, no, I’m not amused!
Why is this house not as it was, at least as I recall?
What’s going on, this can’t be right, this place is really small.
But what about the starry sky, the bedroom that I loved?
The ceiling I pretended was outside with stars above?
The memories of my childhood days, the house I held so dear,
At 12 years old the truth I see, yes, something's very clear.
You want to know just what I think? It’s really pretty simple:
The truth is that so many things seem big when you are little.
Having written a new one for the encouragement cards I send, here is today's offering.
Friday, July 23, 2021
Tonight I'll share the latest poem sent in a card.
Monday, July 5, 2021
My husband and I spent a wonderful day yesterday at the home of my sister and her husband. Our visit was long overdue as we hadn't been there since the summer of 2019, due to the Pandemic, and our day was joyful! In addition to the two of them, her oldest daughter and her children joined us later and there were lots and lots of hugs all around.
The only sad note was learning of the passing of our former pastor's mother, a delightful, always upbeat woman who could just light up a room (or a church) by her presence. So before I went to bed I wrote the following and created a sympathy card today which I'll soon post.
Saturday, July 3, 2021
This poem was written this past week for a young man who is going through a difficult cancer battle, sustaining a schedule daily of chemo and radiation. It's a very virulent cancer and I try to send him a card each week with some encouragement. This was the latest one.
Thursday, June 24, 2021
I've been revising and revising this story on and off for about 4 months and will soon post it to my critique group on July 5th. But before I do I thought I'd share it here and see what you all thought of it. I've been writing poetry for some 6+ decades so when I started as a contributor to this Children's Book Critique Group, all my stories were rhyming ones. I was encouraged to try writing a children's story in prose which I've done a few times but this still is my favorite form of writing. So having taken some of the suggestions of the group after my first posting, I've written and rewritten this story 7 times and this is the result. Please feel free to give me your critique after reading it. You won't hurt my feelings, quite the contrary. I'd love to know what you think. Thanks in advance.
Friday, June 4, 2021
Sunday, May 23, 2021
I wrote this today with the determination to try another new form. I don't know if a whole piece using this type of rhyme is for me. I've used in occasionally in some of my past poems but this is the first time I've used it consistently. Again, like it or not, it's a new form.
Getting old or so I’m told’s, a natural progression.
How can that be, for now it's me, taking this regression?
I’ve asked around but haven't found a way to stop this game.
You say you’ve tried, your hope has died, your info’s just the same?
This aging thing deserves a swing and then a hefty punch.
Perhaps I'm stuck (that's just my luck) it's hopeless, is my hunch.
I've got to say, what's true today, (you've heard these words before,)
Why can they send, I told my friend, a rocket ship that soars...
Right to Moon and still this gloom surrounds me every day.
And yet this thing, this aging thing they haven't found a way...
To end it now, solutions how to stop it in its tracks.
They're scientists, they must have tricks that halt these darn attacks!
This answer, NO, I hate it so, I wish I could pursue...
A way to end, at least suspend, could find some avenue...
To my desire, can't help aspire to what cannot be found,
Besides I'd be a wealthy me if I could make some ground.
Well, guess that's it to make it stick, you get my point, I'm sure.
Some can accept what I reject, alas, there is no cure.
This growing old, if truth be told, is something I detest!
Accepting age as just a stage is way too hard a test!
Saturday, May 22, 2021
I've been experimenting lately. As you know, my last entry was my first attempt at a love sonnet and this time it's a new rhyming pattern. I don't know if you want to know, but my poems generally take a form of 8/6 or 8 beats and 6 beats. This entry follows a 10/10 patterns, meaning each line has 10 beats in it. I'm not sure I like it but, as I said, I'm experimenting. We've got to try new things! Some people my age try skydiving, me, I try new poetic forms. Pretty darn exciting, huh? Anyway, I'm writing poems of encouragement lately as so many people are dealing with difficult things, so it's a good place to start.
LIFE IN HIS LOVE
By Pat Severin
Life often changes what may be Our Plan,
Leaves us to question, we don’t understand.
What have I done, Lord, and what can I say...
To change all of this OR must I just pray?
Just pray’s not a JUST, He hears all your pleas.
He needs you to come, head bowed on your knees.
Fervently ask for the strength He can give,
A heart that’s for Him, He’ll help you live.
Sometimes this life may bring storms that are rough,
Rage with such fury till we’ve had enough!
Sometimes God calms them but sometimes He won’t,
Ask, Lord, where are you? You seem so remote!
But we have to come when storms rage about,
Filled with our worry and shackled with doubt
Our heart's missing something but our life is, too,
God wants to bring calm to wash over you.
When trials will come and you know that they will,
Ask for His strength and His words of “Be still!”
He’s willing and waiting for you to ask.
What you think is hard is His easy task.
He loves you and wants to be with you today...
Always remember to take time to pray.
Life will bring storms like dealing with cancer,
But life in HIS LOVE, that is the answer!
Sunday, May 16, 2021
I said to myself, self, its been quite a while since I've posted and the things I have are too personal to post so I decided to try my hand at writing a love sonnet. Keep in mind, this is my first attempt but here it is.
THE CALL I HEED
Friday, April 23, 2021
For tonight I submit this prayer for any family that might be dealing with the virus.
A COVID PRAYER
Dear Lord Above, look down in love on those whose lives are reeling.
It’s hard for me to understand just why with this they’re dealing.
They were so careful, stayed at home, did everything just right
And yet he finds he’s positive and I’m so lost tonight…
So I am asking, keep them safe and make this man feel better.
I know I shouldn’t ask you, Lord, why is this family fettered...
With worry, angst and heavy hearts, this wife has tried her best
To keep contagion from them all, but why, Lord, why this test?
I want so much to understand and helplessly I come
To ask your sweet protection, for each & everyone.
I’ve prayed and asked you every day and I know, O God, you care.
They shouldn’t have the virus, Lord, and yet they have it there.
Please hear my plea, I come to thee, and ask your mercy now.
If there is something I can do, just show me, show me how.
Please ease his suffering, may he be, someone with mild symptoms,
And spare the rest from getting sick, may none of them be victims.
I close my prayer and know you’re there, please grant my fervent plea
To spare them from the Covid grip.
Lord, make this household FREE.
Saturday, April 3, 2021
There are 6 - 9 of us who get together with Zoom each month. These are gals I went to college with some 50 years ago, yes, 50 years. I can hardly wrap my mind around it, either. We all went to a Lutheran College preparing us to be elementary teachers. Imagine, 1967 graduates and we all are lucid and able to still put our thoughts and words together into complete sentences. Shocking, I know.
We all look forward to our hour's time together swapping stories and sharing changes and in the case of the poem that's created here, to celebrate! One of the gals was just given a cancer-free report. It was her 3rd bout with breast cancer and when I learned that, I created this card to send her my congratulations for her triumph! I've included a link here if you want to actually see the card. https://www.greetingsisland.com/ecard/pyuklylpbpyl/e
Here's the poem only:
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
This is a poem I wrote today to say thank you to our neighbors across the street. Every year they take care of all our snow removal, without fail. We've never asked, they've just decided that they would be happy to do so. Whether there's scarcely any snow at all or the snow falls many times throughout the day, they shovel two or three or four times if it's needed.
It's a wonderful selfless gift to us as our driveway is quite substantial. That's why every year I thank them in a poem and until this year, we'd include a gift card for a restaurant. This year we're remembering their kindness with a debit card that they can choose to use anywhere they wish. So I share it with you here.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
TO COVID GIVE A SHOVE!
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
EVERYTHING'S BIG WHEN YOU'RE LITTLE
This is a story about a long-ago house, my favorite house. I lived there when I was five. That house was such a special place. It wasn’t like any house I'd ever seen. In fact, the best word to describe it is, UNIQUE, even from the outside.
It had a pointy roof that reminded me of a house Mother Goose might live in. It sat on a little hill and had a small porch with a tiny roof over it, just big enough to protect you if it was raining or snowing. The front windows had a crisscross pattern on the very top, something I'd never seen before. Just inside the front door, you’d see my favorite spot, my window seat! I loved to sit there on sunshiny-days and read my books. It made me feel all warm inside!
It was a HUGE house and the living room and dining room had rounded walls with rounded corners! The kitchen was gigantic with cupboards that went all the way up to the ceiling! Even grown-ups needed a kitchen ladder to reach the top shelves, a perfect place to store things you didn't use every day.
My second favorite place was my Mom and Dad’s bedroom because Mom had wallpapered the ceiling! Sounds funny, doesn't it? But it wasn't only unique for that reason. That wallpaper had a dark-blue background with lots and lots of stars! I remember taking my naps in there and pretending I was outside looking up at the night sky and counting all those stars!
It's funny really. I'm all grown up now and I still have such special memories of that house even though something happened many years later that could have changed that, forever.
One summer’s day, when I was fourteen, I had a chance meeting at the corner grocery store. Stores like that are almost non-existent today but little stores were commonplace back then. It was just a store that the neighborhood people would go to when they needed some milk or bread or eggs.
On this particular day I met a girl who was about my age and we started talking. We asked each other about where we went to school and she asked me where I lived. When I asked her, she told me she lived just up the block. I said, “I used to live in a little white house up the block.” She asked, “The one with the pointy roof?” “That's the one,” I said. “That’s my house!” she answered and we both laughed.
I told her how much I loved that house and much to my surprise, she asked if I’d ever like to see my old house again. “Of course,” I told her. “I’d love to!” and we exchanged phone numbers. I was thrilled when she called! Between the two of us, we figured out a time it was convenient with her parents and mine and set a date. When that day finally arrived, I was beside myself with excitement! Just having a chance to see my favorite house again was a dream come true. Slowly I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She came to the door and I walked in.
At that moment, all my memories started quickly rushing back. How strange it was to be back there again, like stepping back in time. The furniture was different, of course, but the rooms my Mother wallpapered, the walls she and Dad had painted green hadn’t changed. But…as I walked through the house…it became very clear that the memories of my five-year old self couldn't prepare me for this!
Those memories were of a big house with large rooms, a huge kitchen with cupboards that went up to the ceiling…but what I found was…that my forever-loved house with the window seat and rounded walls was actually very, very…small. Seeing it now, I would have described it as a quaint, cute, LITTLE, house, not at all the HUGE house I remembered.
After my brief tour, I thanked my new friend and slowly walked home. Still reeling from the shock of seeing my favorite house as almost an adult, I made a promise to myself. That promise was always to keep those five-year-old's memory of my much-loved house as they had always been, tucked safely away in my heart. I learned an important lesson that day. Everything’s BIG…when you’re LITTLE!
Monday, February 8, 2021
Read something last night that made me laugh and had to write something similar in poem form. I hope you get a kick out of it. I know I did.
WHO ARE YOU?
By Pat Severin
If you can do it all without assistance from an upper,
If you can be, eternally, a cheerful, pleasant guy,
And though you have some aches and pains, you don’t on drugs rely,
If you resist complaining and don’t share your boring troubles…
Because you know reliving them can sometimes make them double,
If you can eat the same old food and somehow still be grateful,
And be excited anyway with every single plateful,
If you can understand the fact that sometimes folks are busy,
And if they are you never get yourself into a tizzy,
If you do not resent it if you’re criticized or blamed…
Because you take it all in stride, that your mistakes are named,
If you can recognize your stress but somehow conquer tension,
Accepting it’s the way life is and need no intervention,
If you lie down and always sleep, wherever you may be…
It must be true, I credit you, and, yes, the world can see…
That if these things are true of you, there’s only one conclusion,
I mean just one, and now I’m done, let there be no confusion…
That you must be, most probably, the faithful
Thursday, February 4, 2021
Southern Mountain Cavy
A RAT CALLED FRED
By Patty Lynn
There was a little rat called Fred who couldn’t help be sad
For he was born without a tail which made poor Fred feel bad.
The other rats made fun of Fred and this is what they said,
“Why, you’re a freak, not strong, you’re weak, you don’t belong here, Fred!”
What’s even worse, his brothers, too, said awful, hurtful words.
They bullied Fred, they’d laugh and said, “Hey, Fred, you’re for the birds!”
And every single time they did all Fred could do was cry,
“Why haven’t I a tail?” he’d wail, “Please tell me, tell me why?”
He couldn’t shake the bully’s words; he tried but Fred felt sad.
“There is no use,” said Fred the rat, seems tears are all I have.
But mother rat, who loved him so, said, “Freddie, dear, take heart.
There’s something I must tell you, now, I should have from the start.”
“I was afraid that if I did, you’d think you don’t belong.
But now I see you’re always sad and know that I was wrong.
I will explain and I should tell your brothers, too, I fear.”
She called his brothers, they sat down and said, “It will be clear.”
“When you were just a baby, Fred, your Dad left you with me,
Because your Dad and Mom had come from far away, you see.
They lived in Argentina but were captured by some men…
Who knew they were unusual, could sell them both and then…”
“They came to live inside a cage, at Clancy’s Old Pet Shop.
Your Mom had you, was pretty weak and told your Dad to stop.
“Stop making plans to leave this place, I’m much too weak to make it!”
Escape with you, she couldn’t do, her body couldn’t take it.
The next day your determined Dad tried hard to wake your Mom,
But though he tried he finally knew that your sweet Mom was gone.
That’s when your Dad took you and ran and found me here that day.
He knew that you would need a Mom and asked me, “Can he stay?”
“I raised you as my very own; I didn’t think it mattered,
A tail or not, I didn’t know without one you’d be shattered.
The truth is you are not a rat; Oh, Fred, can forgive me?
You look like us but you are called a southern mountain cavy.”
“You see, a cavy has no tail, you’re something special, son.
You thought you should look like a rat, the same as everyone.
But now you know you truly are the way that you should be?
My precious boy, you’ve been my joy, I hope that you can see…”
“That we are still a family, you’ll always be my son.
I’m sorry I kept this from you, but feared that you would come…
To all the wrong conclusions of just why I did, she said.
“You mean there’s nothing wrong with me? I thought there was,” said Fred.
That’s when this mountain cavy smiled and all his brothers, too.
“We're sorry, Fred, forgive us, please, for how we treated you?
We’ll show you love, not hurtful words, we promise this today.
Please know that now we understand and mean just what we say!”
And so the little rat called Fred kissed all those tears goodbye.
He knew exactly who he was and knew the reasons why…
He didn’t have a tail but now felt special as could be!
“I’m proud to say, I'm not a rat! I’m a mountain cavy!”
Saturday, January 30, 2021
In an effort to both be more committed to post regularly to my blog and still write my children's stories, I will combine the two, here in Poetically Speaking. So this is my introduction to that concept and hopefully, my next children's story will be posted soon. Cross your fingers and toes that this will work.
IT'S TIME TO WRITE
By Patty Lynn
It's time to write a story, a story must I write.
Will l complete this morning or will it take all night?
But first comes an idea, but just what will it be?
A story true to write for you or one made up by me?
It must be one for children, for children I must write.
For children love a story sweet or one that gives a fright.
And so my mind runs rampant. The subjects I could pick
The list is long, what's right, what's wrong, I'll think of something quick.
A talking dog, a Sunday walk, a trip to Saturn's rings,
A Sunday drive to see a hive, a bird who never sings
Or I might choose and just can't lose if I write one that rhymes
My specialty, l bet you'll see, for me that kind it binds…
My talent to my love for kids, they like to hear a rhyme.
The meter captures children's ears; they perk up every time.
And once you pique their interest, your story's on its way...
To reach their heart, a rhyme's the start, their mind's are there to stay.
And so next time I'll post it here, the story I will write
I hope it won't be long till then, a day, a week? It might…
Because although it should be less, you never really know
You think it will flow easily and that's just when it won't.