Ann Kathryn Brusca

The Good Shepherd The Good Shepherd tends His Flock, He knows each one by name. If one gets lost, He looks for it, ‘Til He’s able to join it with the rest of the stock. He watches there all through the night To make sure they’re safely enclosed. Lest harm befall them before the dawn. He keeps them... Sign in to see full entry.

My Garden Ah, Lilacs blooming bring a smile, that makes me linger here awhile. Roses budding…what a joy to see, My Garden coming alive for me. My Hostas ring around my trees, their leaves are quivering in the breeze. Daylilies in profusion grow, putting on their colorful show… Lilies of the Valley... Sign in to see full entry.

Let Me Let me not seem to have lived in vain, Let me rise above fear, loneliness and pain. The Lord placed me on this Earth to do greater things, Than to trip myself up, in errors, again and again., Let me not lose myself in despair and guilt, These are not the things on which a life should be... Sign in to see full entry.

Let Me walk with you, Lord Let me walk with you Lord, let me walk where you’ve trod. ` Let me follow your steps, I long to walk with my God. I’ll gladly carry my burden, as You carried Your Cross. You’ve carried my sorry soul for long enough. Oh, how we’ve hurt You Lord by our greed and our hate,... Sign in to see full entry.

Here I am Lord Mold me Lord, after all, I am just a lump of clay. Make me honest, good and true, Despite what this body might do or say. Lord let me focus on You. Here I am Lord, waiting to be tempered like gold. Burn off the impurities that pollute my soul, The way gold is, when it is ready to be... Sign in to see full entry.

If I could fly…. If I could fly, where would I go? Perhaps to Alpine mountains capped with snow. Or Caribbean isles in tropic climes, To feast on mangoes, oranges, pineapples, or limes. If I could fly, would I soar, To where rainbows arc by waterfalls, On some far and distant shore? Or by some... Sign in to see full entry.

Golden Days Golden days when the leaves lose their green, And turn golden and orange and scarlet is seen. The oaks drop their acorns as they tumble down, And the squirrels in a scramble pick them up from the ground. The apples are ripe, just ripe for the picking, The harvest is in and the kids treat... Sign in to see full entry.

Flights of Fancy (or is it Fantasy) Flights of Fancy fuel my imagination… A Spanish galleon carries me over a moonlit sea, To an ancient castle where my love waits in anticipation. Or a giant Lunar Moth carries me on gossamer wings. Oh I can imagine all sorts of things! Those Flights of Fancy drive... Sign in to see full entry.

Appleicious It was a warm and beautiful Autumn day. Hmm what should I do today? I could change the curtains. Or go through the hall closet I’ve been meaning to organize. But the day is so lovely. “ Let’s go pick apples,” Terry said. So feeling Serendipity tugging at me I agreed We drove down Sound... Sign in to see full entry.

Eulogy When I’m gone don’t mourn, don’t cry. Because you know, people don’t really die As long as they live in your memory You don’t need to wonder, No need to ask why? Your energy changes it goes somewhere else No need to analyze, question, or ponder Whether you believe in Reincarnation or... Sign in to see full entry.