Friday, May 15, 2026

 The Gift of Motherhood


My mother was His choice for me,

She brought forth life so I could be.

Funny, pretty, witty and bold,

She left so young to never grow old.


One day I too a mother became,

A dark haired girl was ours to name.

I missed my mom at that event,

Yet, Kara Ann was heaven sent.


Sickness visited and death came again,

Kara was young, her dad was gone.

Heaven called and his job was done,

No mother or husband, a daughter and me.


Another story God began to write,

It began with a marriage and son of the heart.

God breathed his life on a day I knew well,

My mother was buried, God brought forth life. 


That story had more left to unfold,

Nine years from Kara, life came bold.

This time it was a baby boy,

Travail in birth and God’s healing hand.


Now my heart and home were full,

A husband, my three and me.

Pets wandered in and days flew by,

Hustle, bustle, hard days and joy.


In time Grandchildren added to the flock,

Years passed and sickness came again. 

A husband and patriarch’s work is done,

Gone and many memories linger on


Blessed  to be a mom and a grand,

Roles may change but love remains.

Now it’s me and a furry dog named Kate,

Still miss my mom and two loves gone by.



Mary Kathleen Wood, 2-6-31 to 8-10-69. (Funeral 8-13-69)


James Ben Antoni,10-12-48 to 10-1-81


Kara Ann Antoni Cornell Dennison, 9-15-75


Craig William Cornell, 8-13-69, son of the heart


David Jonathan Cornell, 8-30-84


David William Cornell, 11-25-43 to 5-17-22


Pamela Ann Cornell, 12-23-49 -




 The Paradox of Fear


We fear so many unknowns,

They multiply within our hearts.

Fear chokes out our spirit,

Crowding out the joy of life.


Fears chase us as a child,

Things that go bump in the night.

Shadows bounce on our walls,

There were covers under to hide.


But then the years pass,

Fears still chase and walk beside.

Mountains from molehills they say

When, oh when will it be day?


The real pain comes disguised,

It finds its way through a crack.

We never considered this could be,

The unimagined fear is what got me.


A mystery, a paradox indeed,

The happenings beyond our thoughts.

What I never thought or feared,

Is what unraveled my heart.


3-11-26

 Scattered Fragments


Scattered fragments on the ground,

Broken hearts lie all around.

Hopeless, helpless, strewn about,

Despair invades, doubt comes along.


Until the Master speaks His Words,

“Gather the fragments,

That none are lost.”

It is then the mystery begins.


He gathers the fragments in our midst,

Into the basket they go.

A life woven by sorrow and pain,

Begins to rise up again.


Nothing is wasted or lost,

The Master gathers what is left.

Fragments become a portrait

The Masterpiece of His grace.


The fragments will feed you and more,

Deeper, fuller the knowledge of Him.

Share your bread, go to them,

Whose fragments are scattered around.


3-11-26


John 6:12

2 Corinthians 1:4

 Grateful for Grace


Grateful for grace that frames my life,

Above, below and side to side.

Mercies arrive with each new dawn,

There is always enough to carry on.


Amazing grace that brought me near,

Day by day taught my heart to fear.

Then one glad and glorious day,

Birth brought life, the old went away.


Grace in the moments dark and sad,

Grace in the seasons bright and glad.

There’s more than enough, a rich supply,

You hold me close and walk near by.


Grace above that looks to hope,

Grace below that keeps standing firm.

Grace beside to show the way,

Staying to walk one more day.


Sustaining grace for every need,

As days hasten quickly by.

The heavenly calendar marks each one,

Grace alone knows when all will be done,


3-26-26

The Master Artist


Just for us You paint the sky,

As I look in wonder, why?

Here I stand far below,

Yet You hang a canvas to show.


It tells me of Your Majesty,                           

Glorious in splendor,

The heavens do declare,

If only we will gaze there!


The sun comes out of its chamber,

Its rising is cause for joy.

Another dawn is springing forth,

New mercies are flowing down.


The heavens make a declaration,

As men hurry here and there.

Some will see, many will not,

Today’s gift of the Master Artist.


March 2, 2026

Hartville, Ohio

6:48 a.m.