Thursday, January 27, 2022


I found myself letting this all get to me yesterday, getting discouraged and, worst of all doubting. So, you know that old adage, "Physician, heal thyself?" Well, I can't do that, but God can and I thought to myself, I've made it my mission to write poems to others who needed to be reminded about God's power, poems of encouragement. Maybe it's time I wrote one for myself, and here it is.


Pat Severin

When life throws you a “curveball,” and you can’t understand…
Why you can’t fix it, make it end, there isn’t any plan…
That you can set in place to change the outcome that’s before you,
And all the experts offer is, “Be patient, we implore you!”

You realize that patience for this patient’s not your style,
That you’re no good at waiting and not doing for a while.
You’ve been the one who thought they lived believing God’s the one…
Who’s in control and trusting him from morn to setting sun.

But now you’re being tested to behave the way you’ve preached,
And finding that to do it means you’ve surely got to reach...
Inside your faith and realize it’s harder when it’s you.
Accept your power’s nothing, only God can get you through.

And after you’re done crying, then you also have to face
How fortunate you’ve been thus far, it’d be a real disgrace…
To take it all for granted, all these blessings you’ve amassed,
When your “curveball” is something that’s for God’s a simple task!

So pray and pray that it’s His will that you will heal to be…
The woman who can write her name, who’s fin’lly lived to see…
That faith and trust are what we must rely on in this life.
God’s power and might can win this fight, cut through it like a knife! 

Wednesday, January 26, 2022


It's been a while since I've posted but working at a keyboard is much more difficult when you're typing with one finger. Could be 3 - 18 months till the nerve regenerates and my hand comes back. But tonight I was feeling a bit melancholy and harkened back to childhood memories and wrote this in about 10 mins before supper.

BY Pat Severin

Remember sledding down a hill
When you were just a kid,
That whoosh of snow as you took off
You feel it? Well, I did.

The first time you weren't sure about
Positioning just right.
You had to sit there squarely
Or fall and take a bite…

Of all that snow and worried that
The other kids would laugh,
Believing, if that happened,
It would be your epitaph.

But worrying about that stuff,
It wasn’t worth the bother.
In fact, sometimes you’d much prefer
Just going with your father.

But either way, that sledding
Was such fun, you couldn’t wait…
To leave your bed and get your sled
And rush right through the gate…

A 'Snow Day'! Off to Wilson’s Hill, 
The powder, newly fallen!
Remember when you reached the top?
The elements were callin’!

You’d rush to be the first one there,
No other kids, just you.
Those days were awfully precious…
    Just too bad ‘twas such a few. 


Friday, January 14, 2022


 Every winter seems like it gets colder the older we get! Today I didn't go out in it, I was cold enough inside. I did, however, decide to write a poem about it, though. But not poem in my usual pattern. I wonder if you can see it. 


By Pat Severin

As winter winds rush by my gate
And snowy drifts accumulate,
I’m longing for its end!
For cold is bold and I feel old!
In younger days these things were told,
A warning from a friend.

She said that there would come a day
That I’d wake up and I would say,
“My bones ache from within!
Why am I stiff, I’m through with this!
It cannot be ol’ winter’s kiss;
I’d call it winter’s sin!

These warnings aren’t preparing you.
For when you’re young, they barely graze
The hallways of your mind.
You never ponder things like that,
Nor will accept that they’re a fact,
So sure you’ll never find…

That you will be as they describe.
For you’ll go on another ride,
No aches and pains for you.
You’ll skirt such things and what they bring
You’re confident ‘twill soon be spring
Those aches will never do.

I now know I deceived myself.
Those foolish thoughts are on the shelf,
Reality’s in place.
It’s very real, the way I feel.
No fooling me my fate is sealed,
For winter shows no grace!         

Saturday, January 8, 2022


As you know, I currently cannot use my right hand and I'm told the nerves will take time to work again. But this is scary, to say the least, as there are no guarantees in this life. So I have to depend on prayer, as I always do. It's the only thing that works. Today this is my prayer.

By Pat Severin

Each day I find to ease my mind, I make my way to You,
For that is where your loving care will be to see me through.

This life, this time is such that I’m afraid of what will come,
And will this be restricting me? Will I be rescued from...

The lack of use?  Is this my truth? I pray, it will not be!
I’ve much to do, I’m begging you, l pray, please hear my plea.

The world of modern medicine can do such wondrous things,
But without You, they’re nothing, Lord, it’s You who pulls the strings.

You are the God of miracles and so I’m asking You
Grant me the use of my right hand where Jesus stands to do

All that you ask for every task, whatever it may be.
I know you’re there and that you care what happens, Lord to me.

Whatever’s best is my request, I know you will prevails.
Right from the start, I’ll do my part and all that it entails.

And so I’ll close, for I’ve exposed my heart’s desire today.
Send change to show so I will know that hope is on the way. 


Friday, January 7, 2022


My recent surgery left me with what I hope is the temporary use of my right hand so, I won't be writing much. I will tell you that an online magazine has published the first two Christmas Poems that I posted in my blog December 16th. I'm thrilled that now I can say I'm a published poet!

Here's one I wrote today.


We think we’ve got it figured out,
This thing that we call life.
But God is laughing to Himself,
“My children, life is rife…

With many possibilities,
And I’m the one who knows…
Just what direction it will take
The way it all will go.

Come to me, child, and l will help,
You don’t know what’s in store.
The future may bring many things,
I couldn’t love you more.

Because I do, I’m here for you,
You cannot orchestrate
Just what will be, that’s up to me,
You cannot deviate…

From what I’ve planned, it’s in my hand,
Your future’s mine, you see.
So take my hand, we’ll face it all,
Whatever it may be.”

But we are slow to “get it” and...
We wait until we’re spent.
And covered in life’s battle scars,
We hopelessly lament,

“Dear God, please help to get through,
Please help me understand
Why this is happening to me.
My life’s not how I planned.

And His response is what it's been,
“I’m here for you, my child.
Come to me first, don’t wait until
The storms of life get wild.

I’ll help you then, as I do now.
You only need to pray.
I’m here for you, I’ll see you through.
I am the Light, the Way."