of turnips caterpillars and fish - Blogithttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/short spiritual poems, thoughts by mamajoyhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/510381Here in the dark before new morn All is peace All is calm Stars twinkle in black velvet nightsong All is peace All is calm Bird and lamb, dove and cow sleep in hay strewn stall All is peace All is calm Echoes of a mother and newborn son's sleepy smile All is peace All is calm Travel thru ages of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/508034What sounds were there long ago In a cave hollowed out from cliffside? Cow lowing, dove cooing, hen cluck Lamb bleating, horses sigh and newborn babies cry and newborn babies cry by mamajoyhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/506385Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! I don't want to bake cookies and cake and fudge I don't want to buy a new tie or shop for El's son I want to ponder and say a quiet prayer of Thanksgiving for the ultimate gift of His Son What else needs to be done? by mamajoyhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/504786Pull the weeds Rake the ground Plop seeds into holes Give each baby a drink Now step back and wait, oh wait Isn't that what faith is about? by mamajoyhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/504783Thank Him for blue sky Thank Him for clouded rain Thank Him for still summer morn and wintry day Thank Him for roses sweet and mushroom brown Thank him for newborn cry and elder's rest thank Him for mountain craig and ocean's wave Thank Him for giraffe and fly, eagle and dove Mustard seed and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/503226There in laced leaf Intricate veins Patterned and creased Mottled with a thousand hues of loving detail Could there arise doubt As to what God is about? by mamajoyhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/500110Ah, rain has stopped Open windows Let breezes drift Blow my doubts away First let me apologize for not writing for a bit. Things got a little hectic. I am now an official grandmother of a beautiful baby boy, named Kirk. Mother and baby are now okay although, there were some complications at...Lanternhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/492119The moon rode her silver chariot across cloudlet bridge to diamond starlits Its passing gilding thundertops, frosting tree lace I see not man, nor rabbit, nor frog but loving Father hanging life's lantern mute testament Even in your darkest hour, I am heresomething lackinghttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/491766There is something lacking today. I believe it can be expressed in one word. It has no political boundaries, no religious bindings: be you hebrew or catholic saint or muslim or hindu. It is something all can do from heathly olympic sprinter to bed bound quadriplegic. It knows no limits of... Searchinghttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mamajoy3/491011I looked for him my divine light, my Savior, I searched tall palace, forest, fallow field, king and beggar, elder, hermit, thief I found him not I swept the palace tall planted tree, tilled field counseled kings, fed begger, befriended hermit, tended elder, forgave thief And He found me by mamajoy