It’s 2021!
Time to bring out your sun.
Light up those thoughts and breathe!
All darkness now must leave.
Lift up your heads in praise,
Higher standards do raise!
Trumpet the new vision.
It’s all your decision!
Lynn M.
January 1, 2021
Grateful for all things from above,
We humble ourselves as a small dove,
We glance over what we’ve achieved,
Though once we couldn’t have conceived.
Here we are in the present day,
Looking around, little to say.
All God’s bounty has blessed us all,
We breathe. Wipe tears. Smile and stand tall!
Lynn M.
November 21, 2020
Oh, another change of our time,
May once again boggle the mind.
And it comes with a full, blue moon,
But guess what? Not again too soon!
And yes, it comes on Halloween,
Tricking or treating may be seen.
2039? The next time,
When it happens again. That’s fine!
Lynn M.
October 31, 2020
As we share our gifts,
We overcome those tiffs.
And with this summer’s end,
We truly turn the bend.
And look for bright, new hope,
Freshly armed, we can cope.
With whatever that comes,
We can handle with sums,
Of vested skills, know-how,
With an unwrinkled brow!
Lynn M.
September 26, 2020
When helping those dear friends,
And regardless of their sins.
Real or imagined affronts,
Causing sleepless nights and grunts.
I give what I have to thee.
And no. You don’t owe me!
A farthing nor one red cent,
For all my wisdom is lent,
You don’t owe me anything,
For my blessings He will bring.
The empty well will refill,
As I reflect and be still!
Lynn M.
July 25, 2020
We have been closed for oh, so long,
Our stores, shops reopen with song.
Humming work songs as we awake,
Though George Floyd’s death made us all shake.
Brandishing, bustling, we lunge through,
Wiping tears, we speak things more true.
So good to get back in the swing,
Altered, we advance with a zing!
Lynn M. June 6, 2020
The fresh beauty of splendid May,
Soft pastels make us sigh and say,
It’s here at last! We deeply breathe,
Palms upturned; ready to receive.
Long strolls in the welcoming sun,
Frolicking, smiling. So much fun!
Lynn M. May 2, 2020
As we daily grieve our losses,
And life continues to toss us,
We are being made to look up,
In the morning, noon and at sup.
We plead for mercy from above,
Watch for the flight of a small dove.
Offering us glimmers of hope,
So we can breathe and stop the mope.
And know the Master has a plan,
In His time, He will heal the land.
Lynn M. April 18, 2020
( In honor of National Poetry Month)
Shamrock shuffles and frilly ruffles!
Both connote the month of March,
Wearing clothes that need that starch!
Spring peaks its hidden head out,
Birds are chirping all about.
Announcing the warmth of days,
Waking from that sleepy haze.
Of winter’s cold, barren gloom,
March rolls in with a soft boom!
Lynn M. March 1, 2020