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 col 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 wind’s rush by my gate
And snowy drifts accumulate,
I’m longing for its end!
This cold is bold and I feel old!
In younger days, yes, I was 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 just fall through
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."