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a prayer

Let me do my work each day;
And if the darkened hours of despair overcome me,
May I not forget the strength that comforted me
In the desolation of other times.

May I still remember the bright hours that found me
Walking over the silent hills of my childhood,
Or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river,
When a light glowed within me,
And I promised my early God to have courage
Amid the tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness
And from the sharp passions of unguarded moments.

May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
Though the world may know me not,
May my thoughts and actions be such
As shall keep me friendly with myself.
Lift my eyes from the earth,
And let me not forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others,
Lest I condemn myself.

Let me not follow the clamor of the world,
But walk calmly in my path.
Give me a few good friends who will love me for what I am;
And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
The kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me,
And I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams,
Teach me still to be thankful for life,
And for times olden memories that are good and sweet;
And may the evening’s twilight find me gentle still.

~Max Ehrmann (1872 – 1945)~




Daylight waning,

Shadows falling.

Moon is rising,

Night winds calling.


Time drifts by

On silken wings,

Far and low

A song it sings.


It sings of love

And letters sent,

It sings of loss

And years misspent.


It sings of birth

As life begins,

It mourns as death,

Our journey ends.


It sings the melody

Of our lives

And sometimes makes us

Wonder why


We didn’t, when we

Had the chance,

Change the notes,

The refrain perhaps.


The past is gone,

It can’t be changed;

Look forward now

With knowledge gained.


Listen close in the

Hushed, still night

To the song of time

On its endless flight.

~Nancy A. Frydrych~



Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

~Max Ehrmann~


A Song Of Peace

Sunlight streams down

through the tall pines

to the carpet of needles below,

where I sit quietly,

listening to the wind

whisper a song of peace.

~Nancy A. Frydrych~


Sometimes A Walk Is More Than Just A Walk

I went out snowshoeing Saturday morning.  It was cloudy, but calm.  I wasn’t very motivated or inspired, I was just out there to get a workout and some fresh air.  Later on in the afternoon, the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining bright and it was still very peaceful and calm, but my attitude had changed drastically with the change in the sky.   I felt the strongest urge to go out and snowshoe again.  I was motivated and…inspired.  I wasn’t out there for a workout, I was out there for so much more.   I was out there to take in that peacefulness and renew myself, and also to try to put my feelings into words, which is exactly what I did.  I stopped every once in awhile to look around and write what I was feeling.  It is hard for me to adequately describe how wonderful I feel when I’m out in the peaceful solitude of the woods, but I did my best.   I was amazed at the difference between my morning walk and my afternoon walk and it reinforced what I’ve always known; sometimes a walk is just a walk, and sometimes it is so much more.

I dress up warmly and head for the woods

For the second time today.

I was out on the snowshoes earlier,

Around mid-morning, and it was cloudy,

But very calm.

Since then the clouds have passed,

And it is sunny, and still very calm,

And though it is only 2:30,

The sun has already begun it’s descent in the west,

Making the long winter shadows even longer.

The light is already beginning to take on

A mellow golden hue.

The only sounds I can hear are crows,

Chickadees, and an occasional, distant car.

My walk does not take me very far from home,

And I am content with simply

Traveling along my usual trails,

And every now and then,

Changing course and breaking a new trail.

Once in awhile I stop and stand in silence

And appreciate the tranquility of this day.

It fills my soul, lifts my spirits,

And renews my belief that

No matter where I go, or what I do,

God is always near.

Happy Trails!!


The Christmas Guest

It happened one day near December’s end
Two neighbors called on an old friend
And they found his shop so meager and lean
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green
And Conrad was sittin’ with face ashine
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine
And he said “Oh friends at dawn today
When the cock was crowin’ the night away
The Lord appeared in a dream to me
And said ‘I’m comin’ your guest to be.’
So I’ve been busy with feet astir
And strewin’ my shop with branches of fir
The table is spread and the kettle is shined
And over the rafters the holly is twined
Now I’ll wait for my Lord to appear
And listen closely so I will hear His step
As He nears my humble place
And I’ll open the door and look on His face”
So his friends went home and left Conrad alone
For this was the happiest day he’d known
For long since his family had passed away
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas day
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest
This Christmas would be the dearest and best
So he listened with only joy in his heart
And with every sound he would rise with a start
And look for the Lord to be at his door
Like the vision he’d had a few hours before
So he ran to the window after hearin’ a sound
But all he could see on the snow-covered ground
Was a shabby beggar who’s shoes were torn
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn
But Conrad was touched and he went to the door
And he said “You know, your feet must be frozen and sore
I have some shoes in my shop for you
And a coat that’ll keep you warmer too”
So with grateful heart, the man went away
But Conrad noticed the time of day
And wondered what made the Lord so late
And how much longer he’d have to wait
When he heard a knock he ran to the door
But it was only a stranger once more
A bent old lady with a shawl of black
With a bundle of kindling piled on her back
She asked for only a place to rest
But that was reserved for Conrad’s great guest
But her voice seemed to plead “Don’t send me away
Let me rest for awhile on Christmas day”
So Conrad brewed her a steamin’ cup
And told her to sit at the table and sup
But after she left he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were slippin’ away
And the Lord hadn’t come as He said He would
And Conrad felt sure he’d misunderstood
When out of the stillness he heard a cry
“Please help me, and tell me where am I!”
So again he opened his friendly door
And stood disappointed as twice before
It was only a child who’d wandered away
And was lost from her family on Christmas day
Again, Conrad’s heart was heavy and sad
But he knew he should make the little girl glad
So he called her in and he wiped her tears
And quieted all her childish fears
Then he led her back to her home once more
But as he entered his own darkened door
He knew the Lord was not comin’ today
For the hours of Christmas had passed away
So he went to his room and he knelt down to pray
And he said “Dear Lord, why did You delay?
What kept You from comin’ to call on me?
For I wanted so much Your Face to see”
When soft in the silence, a voice he heard
“Lift up your head, for I kept my word
Three times my shadow crossed your floor
And three times I came to your lonely door
I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet
And I was the woman you gave something to eat
I was the child on the homeless street.
Three times I knocked and three times I came in
And each time I found the warmth of a friend
Of all the gifts love is the best
And I was honored to be your Christmas guest.”

~Helen Steiner Rice~


What If



What if we were born, my friend,

in another place and time?

Would I still be yours?

Would you still be mine?

What if people learned to love

each other as they should?

Would we then all get along,

Not be misunderstood?

If the rain stopped falling down,

would the rivers all run dry?

What if every bird on earth

decided not to fly?

What if the sun refused to shine?

Would day then turn to night?

Would darkness be our way of life,

the absence of all light?

What if the moon and stars

No longer filled the sky?

The emptiness above

Would make me want to cry.

What if the next breath that you take

were to be your very last?

Would you leave this world contented,

or regretful of the past?

What would you attempt to do

if you knew you would succeed?

Hear the voice within your heart

and always pay it heed.


October Road

A warm autumn breeze



the brightly colored leaves

to release their

tenuous grasp

and drift silently

to the ground.


Unknown Road


I walk along the

Dusty, gravel road

With my dog leading the way.

He doesn’t know where

He is going, but he’s

Anxious to get there

Just the same.

We turn off onto

An unknown road

Not knowing where

It will lead,

So I just keep walking,

And eventually

I’ll find out.

All is calm, silent,

Not even a breeze

Stirs the air.

The only sounds I hear

Are the birds singing,

Calling to one another

From among the trees.

As I walk along

Through the sunlight

And shadows,

I feel I’m

In another world;

One so far removed

From my usual, hectic pace.

The farther I walk,

The more I wish

I would never have to

Turn around and go back

To that way of life,

And just to spend my days

Walking down unknown roads,

If only to see where they lead.


Vintage Tuesday

This is a wonderful old tractor that sits in a small clearing in the woods behind our house.  There was an old homestead there many years ago.  The house and barn are both gone now and all that remains is this old tractor, a cream separator that sits next to it and an old manure spreader.  The people who own this land are my neighbors about 1/4 mile down the road from us, and it was the husbands parents who originally lived on the homestead.  When they were doing some cleaning up back there, they moved the tractor out of the way and pushed it off to the side.  Well, as luck would have it, they pushed it right into a patch of Daylilies, (much to my delight) because this makes for a great picture.  I like this old tractor so much that I was inspired to write a poem about it, which I will include in this post.  I also have pics of it in all 4 seasons, but I’ll save those for another post.


I leave the heat

Of the day behind

As I enter the cool

Shade of the woods.

The thick, green foliage

Allows an occasional

Shaft of golden sunlight

To break through and

Dance upon my skin.

The sun slowly descends

In the western sky,

Not a cloud in sight.

Here among the trees

It is another world;

A bit of heaven

All around.

I pass, once again,

A large toad, heavily

Hopping out of my way.

He must live near here,

For I disturb him

Every time I pass.

I pause to admire

An ancient tractor.

Its tires are gone

And its motor is probably

Rusted up tight.

It has a past, a history,

But has long since

Outlived its usefulness,

And now rests contentedly

Amid a patch of wild daylilies

As the days and seasons pass.

I throw stick after stick

For the dog to fetch.

He chases each one

With enthusiasm,

Though each time

His tongue hangs

Longer as he tires.

We walk on a crackly

Carpet of needles.

Through the dark stand of pines,

Their branches so thick

That nothing grows

Beneath them except moss.

The field where I

snowshoe in the winter,

once an expanse of pure white,

is now a brilliant, lush green.

My dog seems to appreciate

These daily ventures

Into this other world

As much as I do,

Though maybe for

Different reasons,

Or maybe for the same.

I see a flash

Of brown and white

As a whitetail deer

Beats a hasty,

Though quiet retreat

From the human and

Canine intruders.

She doesn’t care much

For our kind, and wants

Nothing to do with us.

On the way home,

I let the dog lead

And choose our route.

He stops and looks

At me questioningly,

As if seeking approval.

I tell him whichever

way he chooses

is fine with me,

for any path that

leads us home

is a good one.

July 2020

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