Wednesday, October 13, 2021

WHEN TROUBLE FINDS YOU

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.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us--they help us learn to endure. And endurance develops strength of character in us, a character strengthens our confident expectation of salvation. And this expectation will not disappoint us, for we know how dearly God loves us.

And that prompted this:

TRIALS
By Pat Severin

The Bible says that even in our trials we rejoice,
And if we listen carefully, we’d clearly hear God’s voice.
For when we're faced with trials they help to endure
And that develops character, one confident and sure.

And with that kind of confidence we see salvation’s hope
So with it we can always find God's strength to help us cope.
And furthermore, there will not be a disappointing end
For we know that He loves us, for He made His Son our friend.

A friend who took upon himself our sorrow and our wrong
And paid the price we should have born, so now we can belong...
To God the Father's family, with Jesus as our brother.
The love of God is so complete, it’s not like any other.

When trials come it’s hard for us to think of them as good,
Even though the Bible says: with every one we should.
But in the end, they lead us to the ONE who is above us
Who we can say, with confidence, will always, ever love us.  

Thursday, October 7, 2021

ANOTHER AUTUMN INSPIRATION

 THE MASTER’S BREATH

By Pat Severin

These Autumn days I can’t but praise this wondrous time of year
I see the beauty of His hand for everywhere He’s here...
In colors yellow, orange and red and Autumn’s fragrant sweet.
The Apples at this time of year, a luscious Autumn treat!

We mourn the loss of Summer days, the buds emerging there.
Of course, we loved those days we spent without a coat or care,
But Autumn shows the cycle of the life that Spring began
As Summer’s blossoms go to sleep, Spring’s buds will come again.

But it’s short-lived, this glorious time, soon chilled right to the core.
So bundle we, as snow we see, and yearn for Spring once more,
Anticipating it again and wishing for a change...
Of warmer rays and summer days when we can rearrange...

The flower pots, the trailing vines, the Welcome flag’s unfurled,
And kids again can play outside, there’s sunshine in the world,
As Moms and Dads grill out again, and say, “This time’s the best!
Our lives have been again renewed, that Winter was a test...

A test of our endurance of the cold, the snow and ice,
But we were able to survive and Winter was the price!”
Yes, this is just the way it is, accept what season’s bring
Until the Master warms His breath and aids the buds of Spring.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

INSPIRED BY AUTUMN

THE MASTER’S BREATH
By Pat Severin

These Autumn days I can’t but praise this wondrous time of year!
I see the beauty of His hand for everywhere He’s here...
In colors yellow, orange and red and Autumn’s fragrant sweet.
The Apples at this time of year, a luscious Autumn treat!

We mourn the loss of Summer days, the buds emerging there.
Of course, we loved those days we spent without a coat or care,
But Autumn shows the cycle of the life that Spring began
As Summer’s blossoms go to sleep, Spring’s buds will come again.

But it’s short-lived, this glorious time, soon chilled right to the core.
So bundle we, as snow we see, and yearn for Spring once more,
Anticipating it again and wishing for a change...
Of warmer rays and summer days when we can rearrange...

The flower pots, the trailing vines, the Welcome flag’s unfurled,
And kids again can play outside, there’s sunshine in the world,
As Moms and Dads grill out again, and say, “This time’s the best!
Our lives have been again renewed, that Winter was a test...

A test of our endurance of the cold, the snow and ice,
But we were able to survive and Winter was the price!”
Yes, this is just the way it is, accept what season’s bring
Until the Master warms His breath and aids the buds of Spring.

 

Monday, October 4, 2021

AUTUMN THOUGHTS

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

By Pat Severin

The seasons change and so we see the beauty of His hand,
The changing trees, the falling leaves, ’tis Autumn in the land.
Oh, who could doubt the Master's touch observing all this splendor?
I see Him in each one of these and I can but surrender...

To the Creator of it all, the one who gives me grace
By sacrificing His own Son who suffered in my place.
Did I deserve the love He gave performing such an act?
No, not at all, though try I may, such power do l lack.

For I am but a human being a soul who God created.
Though I may be the Master's child and we might be related,
I am a sinner, that I am, who never could achieve...
A heart that's pure, God is the cure, and that you must believe.

So as you see and soak it in, the beauty that is Fall,
Make sure you thank the Lord above, Creator of it all,
For He alone can paint the leaves and bless the harvest’s plenty
And realize without His grace your soul would come up empty.

Friday, September 17, 2021

CONSIDER THIS

THE LIGHT

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

PUTTING THE FIGHTING OF A SERIOUS ILLNESS IN PERSPECTIVE

THE BATTLE

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

FEELING HELPLESS

IF THERE WAS...

By Pat Severin 


If there was something I could do, if I could make it better.
Yes, if I could, you know I would, and hope that I could tether...
The worried thoughts, confusing parts you’re dealing with each day,
But how could I relieve your stress, I wish I knew a way.

All this is hard to understand, accept it...that's too much.
We’re human beings and O, such things, we’d never think would touch...
Our lives like this, we would dismiss, for this thing, it completely...
Took you by storm, it didn’t warn, the whole thing, it was sneaky.

But this is your reality, though I wish that it wasn’t,
And that it all would go away, I pray it would and doesn’t...
Invade your life, cut like a knife, that you’d from this awaken...
And in your NEW reality you’d say, “They were mistaken!”

Guess that’s enough of wishful thoughts, your fight is real and true
But though I can’t remove it, dear, I can give this to you:
The Love of your Dear Father God and tell you He is there...
To give you strength, the breadth and length of all you have to bear.

But this is how it comes to you, you must give something, too.
If you give everything to Him, His mercy comes to you.
I can assure you that He will, accept His comfort, care
In every need, your call He’ll heed, for His is always there.

I know it’s hard, this giving up yourself in sweet surrender,
But that is how, in giving up, He’ll show His mercy tender.
This simple poem I give you and it’s all that I can do
And pray for everything you need, I want the best for you.

I know it’s hard, this giving up yourself in sweet surrender,
But that is how, in giving up, He’ll show His mercy tender.
And so this simple poem I give, it’s all that I can do
And pray for everything you need, I want the best for you. 

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

ANOTHER POEM OF ENCOURAGEMENT

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

By Pat Severin

From that moment you were told
That you indeed have cancer,
I'm sure you wondered why it was,
And wished you had an answer
Of why this happened, and to you,
A young man with no history,
No reason you could ever find,
To you it was a mystery.

But God was there, He heard your heart,
He knew you wondered why,
For after all, He’s in control.
You didn’t want to die.
You said, Dear God, remove this curse;
I’m only in my thirties.
What lies ahead, will I be fraught...
With sadness, heartaches, worries?

That answer you will never find.
The future isn’t known,
At least to us, we cannot see...
Because we’re never shown.
Our lives are held within His hand;
He guides our every minute.
So live each day as if your last;
Be sure to keep Him in it.
For from the moment we are born
Your days were His design.
So long or short, you’re guided by
The hand of the Divine. 

Saturday, July 24, 2021

DO YOU REMEMBER THIS POST?

 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.

HE IS THE ONLY WAY

 Having written a new one for the encouragement cards I send, here is today's offering.


THE ONLY WAY
By Pat Severin

I think of you so often and wish I could do more.
I wish I could erase it all, wish I knew what it’s for?
But answers aren’t forthcoming and I can’t wish away
The struggles that you’re dealing with, today and every day.

The only thing I offer is my care and prayers for you,
For God is all that’s needed, only He can get you through...
The feelings and the questions and worries of the day,
The strength to face it all again, for He’s the only Way.

He tells us so explicitly He is, the Truth, the Light,
That in our darkness He is there to shine through deepest night.
And in the light of day He’s there to point us toward our path
With undeserved compassion, He provides a Love that lasts.

So in those times, those lowest times, when you feel all alone,
Remember He’s your father God who chose you as His own.
For you’re His child, His precious one, that’s what He calls you by.
He loves you like the one who died, yes, all those words apply.

And I will keep on praying, too, and sending love your way,
No matter what the future holds, that’s all that I can say.
Keep keeping on and trusting, too, God’s there, whate’re may be,
Remember that no matter what your Savior is the Key. 

Friday, July 23, 2021

WORDS WE ALL NEED TO HEAR

Tonight I'll share the latest poem sent in a card.

FOREVER AND ALWAYS
By Pat Severin

Forever and always I want you to know
That God will stand by you, wherever you go.
When doubts overtake you, He will be there.
He’ll make all those doubts disappear in thin air.

So often our lives aren’t the way that we’d wish
We’re planning on steak and instead, we get fish.
But God never promised that it would be easy
We’d sail on unfettered and life would be breezy.

He rather has told us that when things get rough
Come humbly to Jesus and ask for His Love
He’ll give it completely it’s there for the asking
Whatever it is His Love’s everlasting!

He made you and gives you the promise He’ll be
At your beck and call for whatever you need.
So when life gets harried and problems beset
Just bring it to Him or be filled with regret.

Forever and always your days are His own
You're His precious Child to earth you’re on loan.
Whatever is needed, whate’re you require
He wants to enfold you and grant your desire.    

Monday, July 5, 2021

LOVING THOUGHTS AS YOU SAY GOODBYE

 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.

FROM MY HEART
By Pat Severin

Today I learned about your loss and wished to ease your pain,
But I am not as wise as Paul who said “To die is gain.”
Those simple words, no more than four, they tell what matters most.
How is it that this earthly life is one of which we boast?
Such sorrow fills your heart today, for those that loved her, too,
She wouldn’t want your hearts to ache, for she would want for you
The kind of joy she’s feeling now, for she can live again
Right there beside the One who died, who now will take her hand
And fill her soul with joy sublime, her suffering is over.
No earthly pain or sadness there, the God she loved is closer
Than those of us who live on earth, she’s looking in His face.
All questions that she might have had, replaced with living Grace.
Though you who mourn her passing now might be consumed with grief,
Remember that she lives again and finally has relief
From all that filled her final days, the sadness of her own.
She now is free for Love complete within her Heavenly home.
And so I pray for comfort sweet and strength through all your tears,
For mem’ries of the life she lived, her love through all the years.
I pray that these will fill your heart and maybe bring a smile
For only God can help you still your sorrow for a while.



Saturday, July 3, 2021

LIKE A GLOVE

 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.


I know that all this treatment that you are going through
Is more than most could handle and I'm awfully proud of you!
I may not know first-hand, it's true, but I sincerely say 
That you should be commended for all it takes each day...

To just get up and face it all and give it all you can... 
To meet head-on the challenges, you're really quite a man!
Guess you could say I deem myself your one-gal cheering section...
Who’s there to spur you on your way to follow God's direction.

Believe me, I'm not making light of all that you must face,
I'm really here reminding you of God's unending grace.
For though we have no reasons why this illness came to be,
It would be easy to give up, but God has made you FREE...

That’s free to give it all to Him for He is in control.
Remember then when doubts do come, it's God who frees your soul.
His love has made a place for you, for Jesus did it all.
He loves you and He died for you, He'll never let you fall.

So know that I am here for you, with words of hope and care.
No matter what the future holds, God's love is always there.
Keep moving forward toward the goal of living in God's love,
He's right beside you, take His hand, it fits yours like a glove.



Thursday, June 24, 2021

Here's the 7th Revision!

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. 


                           THE FRATS                                                      (Ages 6-9)    
                         By Pat Severin    

The Anderson twins were Fraternal, by name,
Since that’s what you call twins who don’t look the same.
The Frats, they were called, didn’t care about that.
They’d race and they’d bet at the drop of a hat.

Yes, Logan and Ethan both wanted to be 
Declared as the winner, the best one, you see. 
And so this competing to see which boy won,
It lasted from morning until day was done.

Their constant competing to find who was best,
Brought anything, everything, down to a test.
Which boy was better or who was the winner,
Who could gulp faster when eating his dinner.

The Frats, they kept at it, this betting each other
About this and that, which confounded their Mother!
“Boys, this is silly, you don't have to do this!
 All this competing, now, can’t we review this?”

“I know that you’re twins, but right here and right now,
With all this competing you’ll never see how...
You each are unique, not the same, that’s for sure,
Your contests are far more than I can endure!”

Competing and betting were all that they knew.
One minute you'd hear, “Bet that I'm taller than you!”
The other twin followed with, “Oh, no you're not!”
Then sprint to the door frame, they’d run like a shot.

Mom measured and found that their height was the same...
Which made Mom ecstatic, “Hooray!” she exclaimed,
Because if their measurements didn’t agree,
The two would start arguing and heatedly! 

Their Mother remembered the way it had been:
How Logan loved Ethan and Ethan loved him.
They played with their toys and they shared every one,
And no one got angry, and when they were done...

They’d hug and they’d smile and the next day the same.
They both loved pretending, inventing a game.
And it didn’t matter, whatever they played, 
There’d be no comparing…but why did that fade?

When they were at school, it was the same story,
Each twin was trying to get all the glory.
From whose grades were best, to points scored at soccer,
Who was the faster from class to his locker.

And what did they earn? A bad reputation...
Causing their teachers a major frustration!
It seemed that it came down to nothing but that,
One race to the finish is five seconds flat!

Their Mom hoped and prayed she could make the twins see…
That more than a rival, a brother could be…
A best friend for life like no other you’d find!
“Oh, what can I do that would change my boy’s mind?”

Then low and behold, on their way home from school,
While Logan and Ethan pretended to duel,
Completely by accident, horsing around,
As Logan lunged forward, his twin hit the ground!

But when Ethan lay there, not moving at all,
His brother was certain that he’d faked the fall.
But Ethan had stumbled, his twin didn’t see...
That when he fell backward, his head struck the tree...

Which made Logan angry, “You’re scaring me, Bro!”
But when he knelt down, he saw blood and said, “Whoa!”
He didn’t know what he should do but Mom would,
So Logan ran home just as fast as he could.

Out of breath, Logan said, “Mom, Ethan is hurt!”
“His head is all swollen; there’s blood on his shirt!”
They both ran like lightning to where Ethan lay
Right next to the tree where the two of them played.

When Mom knelt by Ethan, he opened his eyes,
Then blinked till he focused, “What happened, you guys?”
“Remember the dueling...Ethan, remember?”
“So, that’s why my head hurts, ouch! It’s so tender!”

The boys started laughing and that’s when Mom knew
That Ethan was fine and would be good as new!
And there, at that moment, the Anderson twins,
Learned what was important so each of them wins.

They’d be the best brothers and twins they could be
And best friends forever was their guarantee!



Friday, June 4, 2021

ENCOURAGEMENT - WE ALL NEED IT!


I don't have to tell you that there are times when we're going through something in our lives where we feel that we SHOULD be able to control the outcome, we SHOULD be able to fix it. Especially if we're a take-charge person, a get-it-done person who evaluates, sees what needs to be done and...does it! But whether you're a Christian or not, we don't have control of the outcome. God is ALWAYS in control and the sooner we recognize it, the sooner we can step back and let him take the reins. 

WHAT COULD IT BE? 
By Pat Severin

It seems so often unprepared we can’t believe it’s true.
How could it be, look, this is me, that’s why I come to you...
And ask you why has this occurred? I’m lost and can’t make sense... 
Of all this is, what do I do, this problem’s so immense!

But though I beg and though I plead, your answers just don’t come.
This kind of thing it happens, yes, but, Lord, now I’m the one?
I don’t know what to do with this, why don’t you answer me?
It’s time you sent an Angel down, explain this so I see...

What your plan is, or, better yet, how will this whole thing end?
This wasn’t in MY plan at all, what do I do...pretend?
Pretend that I will be OK and I can handle this?
If I don’t make it, Lord, what then, there's so much that I’ll miss!

I know I’m rambling, going ‘round and ‘round and ‘round again,
But, Lord, I need some answers here, and when will this scourge end?
Calm down, I know, I know I should, but this is how I feel!
Of all I’ve had in my short life this is the biggest deal!

So here I am on bended knee, I come to you in prayer.
I think it would be great if I could see you standing there
And hear your voice and have you say that it will be alright.
But, Lord, I'm trying to believe that you'll bring ALL your might!

I wish that you’d erase it all, at least I wish you would,
And yet the Bible says that you will turn all things for good.
And so I pray, Lord, for your strength and that you’ll see me through.
But could it be the answer is...
                                    CONTROL BELONGS TO YOU?




Sunday, May 23, 2021

ANOTHER TRY AT SOMETHING NEW

 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

Pat Severin

 

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

TAKING A NEW FORM

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

FIRST ATTEMPT AT A LOVE SONNET

 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

By Pat Severin

My heart is full, such happiness,
And I must tell you all
That love has called and charmed me so,
And I must heed the call.

What is it that has captured me?
Who makes me feel like this?
Alas, 'twas he, my heart's desire,
And, oh, my Lover's kiss!

That's why 'tis he that fills my heart
With this euphoric feeling,
That grants me such contentment,
That has my spirit reeling!

Is this what I have yearned for,
The freeing of my heart
That gives me this sensation?
But that is only part...

Of that which poets write about,
Composers must possess...
To write their music lyrical,
That Lovers do profess.

I can but say that now, at last,
That thing for which I’ve longed
Has captured me, a prisoner, I,
'Tis here where I belong!


Friday, April 23, 2021

FOR THOSE WHOSE FAMILY MIGHT BE SUFFERING

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.

                                                               Amen


Saturday, April 3, 2021

HERE'S THE CARD I SENT TODAY

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:

CHEERS TO YOU!

I can’t begin to tell you just how thrilled I am for you!
This road has been a journey long, but you have seen it through.
Not once, not twice but even three, so let's pray three's the charm...
And there will be no chemo and no pokes there in your arm...

Unless it is a booster that is for your Covid Vax.
And while we're on the subject, let's hope ALL accept the facts
About the need for everyone to have their vaccination
And we'll get back some normalcy like taking a vacation...

Because for you and Roger that may be plain overdue,
Or just a lovely dinner in a restaurant, for two.
Because your body's cancer-free, I’m just so glad to say it!
God intervened on your behalf for it was He who gave it.

And He will see you through what’s next, no matter what may be.
Just know that I will pray for you, continually, you’ll see...
More blessings that He has in store, the future’s bright, I know.
He’s held you in His loving arms but more He will bestow...

Upon you and your years ahead, He’s there for all of us,
And all He asks is our belief and that we always trust.
Small price to pay when His love cures, a love that’s always true.
This verse is just my way to say, “Congrats and cheers to you!”





Wednesday, March 10, 2021

It's Nice to say Thank You is a Poetic Way!

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.



OUR WINTER THANKS

This winter’s been a cold one; we’ve had more ice than snow,
But when the snow is on the ground there’s one thing that we know.
We know that we can count on you to shovel it with skill,
And if we have to get out quick, there’s no doubt that we will.

Yes, we both know we'll get right out because our driveway’s clear.
Your family’s taken care of it, of that, we have no fear.
My challenge every year is this: to write a thank you poem,
A different one to thank you for the kindness that you’ve shown.

If there’s a neighbor's handbook that can tell you how to be...
The very best, the best there is, your picture there, we’d see!
But seriously, we both believe that’s it’s important to...
Live out your faith, show every day, God lives inside of you.

We Christians have the privilege of being saved in Christ,
And living in that truth for Him’s a blessing in our life.
We wish we could reciprocate, it's caused us both frustration.
But though we’d love to do in kind to show appreciation...

This aging’s curse puts limits on our capabilities.
That’s why we hope this gift will give some possibilities.
It comes with thanks and gratitude for all you do each year,
So use it now or celebrate when Covid isn’t here!

Sunday, March 7, 2021

THE TIME IS NOW!

TO COVID GIVE A SHOVE!

By Patty Lynn

We didn’t hesitate a bit, we got the Pfiser shot.
Don’t think that we’re immune, O, no, the fact is we are not.
The vaccine is protection so you don't get really sick,
But if you get the virus, your recovery is quick.

The point of this is to avoid the kind of suffering
Where families will only hope that you’re recovering.
Since many never did go home, I said, "I’m sure I’ll be
The first to get a Covid shot when it is time for me."

I know the world is sick of masks and social distance, too.
I am, as well, but now it’s time, the time is right for you...
To go and get your Covid shot when your group qualifies
And we can finally rid ourselves of days we’ve agonized...

Because so many people died, more people every day!
So if we can achieve an end to all of this, I say,
“Let’s do whatever we can do to stop the madness now.”
Agree that's vaccination? Well, then I say, “Take a bow!”

So if you're wond’ring if you should, I'll tell you that I did!
You get yours, too, and if you do, don't keep your choice well-hid.
If we can get a lot of folks to get their vaccination,
We’ll have that “herd immunity” and Covid-free elation!

And won't it be just wonderful to finally be the way,
The way we used to be? Oh, such a happy, happy day!
No masks or keeping faraway from those we love so much.
For me, I cannot wait till I can simply hug and touch...

The ones I've missed, to share a kiss, it’s simply overdue!
For granted these, no, never, please, that's something I won’t do.
I'll cherish every moment and each person that I love,
I’ll hang on tight, with all my might, to Covid give a shove!

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

A STORY I ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE

                                            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, verysmall. 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

WAS INSPIRED BY SOMETHING I READ

 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 start the day without the aid of that ‘ol cupper,

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  

                                    family 
                                            dog!


Thursday, February 4, 2021

A NEW STORY - I TOLD 'YA

                                                     Southern Mountain Cavy

I finally finished the latest story. I can't guarantee there aren't some grammar or spelling errors. I'm terrible at proofing. But here it is:

                                             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

IT'S TIME TO WRITE

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.