Monday, December 20, 2021

Memory And Retrospect

Life's retrospect brings to one and all
A maze of joy and sorrow;
And things we count as joy today
Oft brings a sad tomorrow.
Back thru the corridors of time
Along the way we came,
Fond memory points to scenes sublime
And scenes that bring us shame.
Since only once we pass this way
Why spend our time lamenting.
For life, while in this house of clay
Means sinning and repenting.
Alas for him who does not feel
Each day he needs a savior:
And daily pleads with Christ to heal
And pardon ill-behavior.
The blood that reached and cleansed today
Has lost no power tomorrow:
That fount was opened wide for aye,
A balm for sin and sorrow."

*Pastor Walter C. Harris
Long Branch West Virginia
June 29, 1934

Sunday, December 12, 2021

And Here We Are Again Worrying About War

The white flag is a shawl,
fringed and torn
embroidered with blood-red poppies
and passion flowers
fluttering on the shoulders 
of Ukrainian grandmothers,
whose silver-haired heads are
crowned with sorrow
as they remember wars past
and fear more war 

— Patricia Thrushart

Tuesday, December 7, 2021


I have a song, deep in my heart,
And only I can hear it.
If I close my eyes and sit very still
It is so easy to listen to my song.
When my eyes are open and
I am so busy and moving and busy,
If I take time and listen very hard,
I can still hear my heart-song.
It makes me feel happy.
Happier than ever.
Happier than everywhere
And everything and everyone
In the whole wide world.
Happy like thinking about
Going to Heaven when I die.
My Heartsong sounds like this ---
I love you! I love you!
How happy you can be!
How happy you can make
This whole world be!
And sometimes it’s other
Tunes and words, too, 
But it always sings the 
Same special feeling to me.
It makes me think of 
Jamie, and Katie and Stevie,
And other wonderful things.
This is myspecial song.
But do you know what?
Everyonehas a special song
Inside their hearts!
Everyone in the whole wide world
Has their own special Heartsong.
If you believe in magical, musical hearts,
And if you believe you canbe happy,
Then you, too, will hear yoursong.

Mattie J.T. Stepanek
March 8, 1996 (Age 5)
Used with permission
In Journey Through Heartsongs(Hyperion, 2002)


Remembering Philip Church & Mattie Stepanek

Thank you Jeni Smith Stepanek for reposting this poem


Dedicated to Poet Mattie J. T. Stepanek



There’s a wondrous place, when seen in context,

Which exists and then passes, before the speaking of a word,

It lies just beyond what’s occurred, and what happens next,

And if one listens carefully – it’s where ‘heartsongs’ are heard.

The notions of past and future are merely what we insist,

Both the last moment and the next are beyond our affect,

The truth is, this moment is the only time we actually exist.

And only have the here and now where we can have effect.

Vain-glorious pursuits can become so self-defeating.

When a heart’s songs are recorded, be wise as sages,

Bearing in mind - both riches and fame are fleeting.

Heartsongs must be inscribed to stand the test of ages.

Be still and listen in your heart for the echo from above,

Listening close in a peaceful moment of no fear or panic,

You can hear the heartsongs - recognized for their love,

And join the ranks of ‘peace-makers’ –


Sunday, December 5, 2021

We Are Builders

(y)our words
hold a mighty power
to build up
and to tear down

of the spirit
gives the strength
to control the impulse
to destroy

so the gifts
of words
and wit
and wisdom
and where-with-all

aren't used

in a harmful way.

we can give

with our words


(thank you God.)

Amy K.
February 2008
Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia

A Painting of Peace

A painting of peace
Strokes of silence
Calm green serene
Absence of violence
Freed from struggle
A beautiful way
A painting of peace
A quiet day

-Cory Tambourine    

For Our World by Mattie JT Stepanek

Memory And Retrospect

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