Category: Poetry

Magnolia

“This light that surrounds you,
It becomes you, old soul,
And this one standing below 
Your slender branches, with eyes
Fixed upon your petals milky white, 
Hears you say, “I told you I would bloom;
I’d burst my winter tomb.”
So there in casts of shadows long,
Dividing sun-kissed lanes,
Dressed in dry beds of fallen leaves, 
We begin to sing,
(First her, then me)
Of thanks and praise
To God, the giver of this day;
For new life, new awakenings,
For what’s yet hidden, 
For what’s to be,
And the more we sang, 
The more I could see
In the light of the old magnolia tree.”

The Red Bud

“The Red Bud’s blooms are pink, not red,
But if you don’t believe it,
This pink profusion proves it’s so –
If your eyes need to see it.”
DDC 2021

(And my attempt at a haiku)

“The Red Bud’s blooms are pink.
But don’t let this confuse you-
Just enjoy the view.”
DDC 2021


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Alone In Him

Whether it’s taking in the sights and sounds of a vibrantly ‘twitter-pating’ bird population or the scenes like this, I always leave the grounds of this nearby conference center in a reflective mood. Today, I brought it home with me…

“I need not go to distant lands

To find my soul’s relief;

I only need to see the cross

To resurrect my peace;

Where Jesus shed His blood for me

To recompense my sin,

What joy to know my destiny

Is found alone in Him.”

DDC 2021


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“He only is my rock and my salvation,
My stronghold; I shall not be shaken.
On God my salvation and my glory rest;
The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.”

Psalm 62:6-7

So, I made a pavlova…

So, I made a pavlova,
A decadent sweet,
Just saying, ‘pavlova’
Is for this gal, a treat! 

Meringue of white sugar
With egg whites whipped stiff,
What my whisk couldn’t handle,
My stand mixer did; 

The recipe called for
A curd made of lemon,
Chef John, just a taste of it
Sent me to Heaven!

Then I took blueberries 
Reduced into sauce,
Took a spoon and made sure 
It was drizzled on top.

And though I’m not prone
To oblige my sweet tooth,
I did, and will do it again,
Yes, it’s truth.

It made Easter special
As it always is,
With worship and music,
With bunnies and chicks;

But, may I keep first 
In my heart EVERY day,
Is my Saviour, He LIVES!
Jesus conquered the grave!


“Angels’ Trails”

“Dear folks who lift your eyes to gaze

On morning skies above,

Don’t look at me with disbelief

Derision and disgust,

When I make known who left behind 

What looks like wind swept sails;

Please call them what you think you must,

I’ll call them angels’ trails.


For busy are the angel’s lives,

As darkness roams the earth;

Intervening on their watch,

With God’s Almighty Word;

These signs revealed in times as such,

Assures me God prevails,

When night has passed and I can see

A sky of angels’ trails.”


DDC 2021

In Memory of…

“Drift me off to sleep and go,
There’s nothing more you need to know,
I’m in His hands;
I’m safe;
I’m happy here
To wait…

Look ahead and not behind,
Down the road, I know you’ll find
Someone new
To love;
To show how life 
Is done,

I’ll look for you someday,
I’ll see your face again;
You’ll smile at me and say,
“It’s good of you to wait…”
I’ll take your hand in mine,
In that eternity of time,
And my eyes of brown 
Will meet your twinkling eyes of blue…
And I will say,
“Heaven is for real, 
Here with you…”

You might be sad and cry,
And need to wonder every why,
It won’t be long
Before it ends,
And you’ll be 
Standing strong again,

So, drift me off to sleep and know,
I’m on my way to heaven’s home,
Where every breath I take,
Is sweet with Mercy’s grace.

I’ll look for you someday,
I’ll see your face, again,
You’ll smile at me and say,
“It’s good of you to wait…”
I’ll take your hand in mine,
In that eternity of time,
And my eyes of brown 
Will meet your twinkling eyes of blue…
And I will say,
“Heaven is for real, 
Here with you…”

Beyond the veil,
And up the stairs,
Amazing Grace will lead me there,
The Grace that gave me you,
And made my dreams come true…

I’ll look for you someday,
I’ll see your face, your beautiful face;
You’ll smile at me and say,
”It’s good of you to wait.”
I’ll take your hand in mine,
In that eternity of time,
And my eyes of brown
Will meet your twinkling eyes of blue…
And I will say,
“Heaven is for real
Here with you…”

Yes, I will say,
“Heaven is for real
Here…with you…”

Dedicated to my sister Patricia 
in memory of the passing of her husband 
 Luman Rockhill 
June 27, 1943 – January 2, 2021