Friday, May 15, 2026

 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.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Released From Duty


While we live, we are On Duty,

Rendering our service to the Lord.

Using the gifts He bestows on us,

We strive to fulfill our mission.


Working heartily, content in the Lord,

Pleasing Him is our heart’s desire.

As a people we live bold and free,

Yet, bond slaves to our King.


My life is not dear to myself,

Only a desire to finish the course.

All is received from His bountiful hand,

To testify to the Gospel of Christ.


On the day when He calls my name,

Released From Duty I will be.

My mission complete, now I sit at His feet,

Every moment in time belonged to Him.




For Rachel Sobitz

In Memory of Taryn Fry

7-9-89 ~ 4-8-26


Eph. 6:7

2 Tim. 4:5

1 Peter 2:16

Acts 20:24




 

Resurrecting the Blog

Time Flies, More Than a Saying...

    As the calendar pages turn, we are always fond of saying, "Time Flies" or some variation thereof. The older one gets, the faster it seems to fly by, it's true! I have even read a mathematical explanation for this phenomenon but frankly it makes my head spin. Whatever the case, once you are a certain age, retired for sure, it seems to whiz by and before you know it, Christmas is here again.

    I say all of that to explain that 10 years had passed since I posted on the blog. Ten years. 120 months. How is that possible? It was very difficult to log in, I nearly gave up! But, I had my poems logged here and I wasn't willing to give it all up quite that easily so I persisted. Sometimes, persistence pays off. It turns out I had used a VERY old email and once I figured that out, the rest fell into place.

    A current goal for the blog is to catch up some of the various poems I have written over the last few years, I am certain there will be a major gap and some may have been discarded with journals I got rid of in the multiple moves. However, the ones I have available, I intend to post here as a central drop point. It may be just for my own desire to preserve what at each writing was a moment in time when the Lord met me with truth. I don't claim to be a poet :-) I am sure any English teacher could offer stinging critiques but each one came from deep convictions and time spent pondering various scriptural concepts that intersect with life. I am attempting to date these entries when they were written so there is a context.

    Back to my 10 year gap in the blog. Why would that be? 2015, I was retired and I should have had more time to attend to the blog but instead it was completely neglected. In 2019 Covid invaded our land with a vengeance and by 2020 the total chaos was underway. That led to a total upheaval in the lives of many, including mine. 

    Dave's health was worsening, the world was locking people alone in hospitals or nursing homes to die alone. Even funerals were tightly managed and scripted as the numbers allowed, etc. In additional to all of this Antifa and BLM took to the streets and further added to the chaos and upheaval in our cities and suburbs.

    David stepped up and began suggesting a "compound" almost jokingly but over some months it took shape, especially as he and I talked more on the phone about the benefits of combining resources and leaving the cities. This would ensure Dave would be protected from the nursing home nonsense if he worsened, or at least it seemed he may. In retrospect, this was in some ways very positive and in other ways a Pollyanna dream for me. I wasn't realistically considering any of the possible pitfalls. 

    Therefore, the Fall of 2020 began what I now call the "wandering years" akin to the children of Israel in the wilderness. By 2022 Dave went to be with the Lord. Thankfully he was her to see his grandson Elijah David, which brought him joy for a few short months. In the Fall of 2023 as I sought to have a small getaway and remain with the family status-quo, it did not turn out the way I thought. The getaway became "home" for two years. But it was never the home I would have chosen permanently had I known the full trajectory of my decision as to how the family would react and I would find necessary to respond. But then life if full of those pivotal moments that change our course, sometimes forever.

    In the Fall of 2025 I moved once more to the more permanent condo, back to where I believed the Lord was leading me - Hartville, Ohio. There was already a ministry with my friend Kathy here and women I had connected with. In Navarre, my previous home every event was a 40 minute drive. This move has opened doors to Christian friendships rekindled, service opportunities, and an easier life day to day in the convenience of location and less driving. I am grateful! When I had gone around the mountain long enough, the Lord said to, "Head North!" His grace and mercy and never-ending.

    The recent months have rekindled my pen to paper and in the early mornings I often have a poem rattling around in my brain on one topic or another. Creativity is a gift as we are made in His image. I have many more ideas ahead and a strong desire to write on everything of late.

    For now, it will be here and hopefully no year long gaps!


Wednesday, March 11, 2026

A Gift Unwrapped

Gifts come in shiny packages

Tied up with string

Bows and ribbon

Adorn and glisten


Some are brown paper

Yet treasures within

Given with heart

Surprise me again!


Jesus is the Greatest

The Gift without end

His is forever

No beginning, no end


Some gifts are harder

The ones with the pain

Tears stain the paper

Can I give this one back?


The Master chose this gift

Carefully and with love

Though I don’t understand

It came from His nail-pierced hands


12.27.23